See disclaimers in part one...now on with the show!

Part 2

Janet arrived at the barbecue fashionably late just like she hated to be. She tried to put on a brave face and pretend like she wasn't going to be telling the man she loved something that could, presumably, ruin their entire relationship. It should be a piece of cake really.

"Hey mom there you are," Cassie responded as her mother came over to the small group consisting of Cassie, Sam, Jack, Daniel and Jonas.

"I'm here."

"Are you okay mom?" concern shone in her eyes.

"Never better" she smiled.

Janet realized that she couldn't tell Jack anything with all of these people around and decided to wait until everyone had left, however long that took.

She was nervous and jumpy in his presence so spent the evening trying to avoid him. This just served to make her feel guiltier. Jack knew something was amiss and spent the whole evening giving her worried glances.

He kept asking her what was wrong, but she wasn't telling. He had a bad feeling about this. Five hours later all of the guests had finally left.

Cassie had gone home with Sam for the night leaving Janet to face Jack. She started clearing away the mess left behind, loading the dirty crockery into the dishwasher. Jack watched her silently from the doorway.

She looked edgy to him, unsettled and he needed to know why. Walking up to her he caught hold of her hands as she switched on the dishwasher. He led her into the living room, turning to face her as he urged her to sit on the sofa.

"Janet tell me what's wrong," Jack asked a small smile touching his lips.

"Oh Jack, this is going to ruin everything." Janet looked at him unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.

Jack sat on the coffee table across from her, "What's going to ruin everything?"

Janet took in a breath trying to calm her erratically beating heart, "You remember how like fifteen years ago how we had an affair?"

"How could I forget?" he grinned, his thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly across the back of her hand.

"You also remember how you went back to Sara and I kind of disappeared from the globe for a while?" she stared at the floor unable to look him in the eye.

"Yes," Jack said slowly, not comprehending where Janet was going with this.

"One of the reasons I left..." she looked up at him "...other than giving you and Sara another chance, is that I was..." she squeezed her eyes tightly shut "...Oh God...pregnant."

She said the last word quickly and waited for Jack to respond.

"WHAT!" he stared at her in disbelief, unsure he had heard her correctly.

Janet cringed at the volume and intensity of his outburst.

"You were pregnant," Jack stated almost to himself.

"Yes"

"What happened..." he asked anxiously, looking deep into her eyes. He knew all about the pain of losing a child "...did you lose the baby?"

Janet gasped as she hung her head to stare at her hands held in his.

"No..." she whispered shaking her head "...I uh...I gave the baby up for adoption."

Jack dropped her hands as if they had suddenly burnt him. "You did what!" He stood up and began pacing the room, "you gave up our child. WHY?" he demanded as he stopped on the opposite side of the room and turned to glare at her. "How the hell could you do something like that? Tell me!"

His hand ran back and forth through his hair as he yelled.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to cope..." Janet blinked furiously to stop her tears from falling.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" his hand dropped to hang loosely at his side.

"I was going to tell you" she sighed.

"YEAH! When?"

"I was going to tell you on that last night. But I didn't get the chance..." she sniffed back a sob that threatened to escape "...as soon as I arrived, you told me that you couldn't see me again, that you wanted to try and make your marriage work, for Charlie's sake."

"So it's my fault now?"

"I never said that."

"You should have told me!" he stabbed a finger accusingly in her direction.

"Yeah and how the hell would that have looked, Jack? You'd just finished with me and suddenly I'm telling you I'm pregnant" her temper flared in the face of his onslaught.

"OH! So I dumped you, so you got rid of our child without telling me. PAYBACK. Is that it?"

"NO! No of course not. I loved you Jack and you hurt me. But I would never have done this out of spite." She glared at him angry that he would think such a thing.

"Then why?"

"GOD! I was on my own, Jack. I had no one..." she took a calming breath, reigning in her temper, "...I knew I wouldn't be able to cope with a baby. So I did what I thought was best.

"For who. You?"

"For all of us, Jack..." she sighed, she was fighting a losing battle here, "...for you, me and the child"

"Why the hell didn't you just come to me..." he shook his head sadly "...I would have helped."

"If I had kept the baby and told you, you would have wanted to see it and I couldn't have coped with that..." Janet swiped her hand across her eyes wiping away the tears that had escaped "...I wouldn't have been able to handle seeing you regularly, knowing you were with Sara. Not after what we had together, Jack. I just couldn't do it."

"I could have taken the kid..."

"Yeah right! I could just see that happening..." she laughed bitterly "...somehow I can't see Sara being too happy with that can you?"

"I would have worked something out..." his body shook with his barely contained anger "...you had no right to make that kind of decision for me!"

"This hasn't been easy for me either Jack. I've thought about the child I gave up every single day since..." Janet sighed sadly "...but I made the right decision for the situation I was in at the time."

"Yeah, you had the choice to make the decision. I had no choice at all. BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW."

Janet hung her head and stared silently at the floor. She was at a loss for words.

"CHRIST! I don't believe you did this" he scrubbed both hands through his hair and squeezed his eyes tightly closed, fighting with his emotions.

"I'm sorry," Janet whispered

"You're sorry! You're sorry..." Jack yelled at her, "...WELL SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT, JANET ...it doesn't even come close..."

He spun round slamming his fist into the wall as his emotions swamped him. His breathing was harsh as he fought to reign in his anger. He pulled his hand from the hole in the plaster, letting it drop loosely to his side and rested his forehead against the wall, closing his eyes.

"How the hell could you do this to me?"

Janet rushed over to him and reached out taking hold of his damaged hand.

He snatched it away turning to glare at her "don't touch me!"

"You're hurt, Jack. Let me help..."

"You've done enough already, don't you think!" He snarled at her before walking away.

Janet stared after him, unsure of what to do or say. She desperately wanted to make things right, but didn't know if she could.

"Things may have been different for me after Charlie died if I'd known about our child" he whispered not looking at her.

"Jesus, Jack! Our child was not a substitute for Charlie you know." Janet regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but there was no taking them back.

And the look on Jack's face tore through her heart. "I would never have treated our child as a substitute for Charlie. Never."

"I know" Janet sighed.

"I have a fifteen year old kid out there that I don't know. That I didn't even know existed till tonight..." he stormed across the room, stopping a few inches from her, his anger in full flow "...fifteen years wasted. How the hell do I make up for that? Huh! Tell me that!"

Janet took an involuntary step back, suddenly scared of this man that she loved. She knew what he was capable of. And she also knew she had brought this upon herself. She hung her head unable to face him and fought the urge to cry.

"Look at me damn it!"

Janet looked up into the angry eyes of one Jack O'Neill. Quickly lowering them to stare at her hands. She had nothing to say, nothing that would help.

"Why didn't you tell me when we got together again," he demanded to the top of her head.

"I tried but never found the right time."

"You should have told me..." he turned and walked away "...I had a right to know."

"It got harder and harder as time went on."

"That's no excuse, Jan."

"I know...I'm sorry"

"You're sorry...and that's supposed to make it alright?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the pounding in his head intensify "...what the hell else have you lied to me about?"

"Nothing...nothing else."

"Just go...get out..." Jack glared at her "...I don't want you here."

"We need to talk about this, Jack" she looked up at him as she spoke.

"I think it's to late for that...don't you...fifteen years to late."

"Jack, please, don't do this" Janet said as she made her way over to him.

She tried to touch his arm but he pulled away.

"I want you out of my house, now and I don't want you to come back..." he hissed through clenched teeth "...we're through."

Janet stared up at him, seeing the pain and loss that radiated from him. She turned to leave. Before she got to the door she turned back around to face him.

"Jack I..."

"GO," he roared

Janet hurriedly left the house slamming the door behind her. Jack reached out and blindly grabbed the thing nearest to him on the table and hurled it at the wall.

At the sound of shattering glass he turned to see what he had thrown. Bending down he saw it had been a picture frame, he reached out and snagged the picture, it was one of himself, Janet and Cassie.

They looked so happy.

A sudden dawning realization of what he had just done hit Jack with the power of a sledgehammer. He slid down the wall, hitting the floor hard, bringing up his knees to hug tightly against his chest, dropping his head to rest on them as his tears flowed. Misery and despair overwhelmed him.

Meanwhile Janet was trying to drive home, but it was hard with the tears streaming down her face and blurring her vision. Finally deciding she should pull over she did just that and sat on the side of the road and cried.

She knew something like that would happen and that it was something that she deserved, but she didn't honestly think that Jack would break up with her. Picking up her cell phone she dialed the familiar number. Knowing that no one would pick up she waited for the answering machine to click on.

"Jack it's me," Janet said softly, "I know you don't want to hear from me so I'll make this quick. I'm sorry that I've lied to you all of this time. I had given our child up for adoption at birth and never thought the child would find me.

At the time I honestly thought that we'd never see each other again. When we did it was too hard to tell you. I know you hate me right now, but our child has found me.

We have a daughter Jack, a beautiful daughter. She showed up at my house today. That's why I was late. She wants to meet you. You can contact her at the Holiday Inn, room 9. Her name is Keiko Sloan. I love you Jack," with that, said she hung up the phone and continued on the drive home.

Jack was sitting on the ground as the phone rang. He knew that it was Janet and didn't bother getting up.

The answering machine clicked on and Janet began to talk. He had a daughter? He never imagined he'd have another child in his life. Now he had a daughter.

What was he going to do?

I know Jack was pretty harsh, but what would you do in the circumstances? Alrighty then do your thing and the next part is soon.