Author's Note: Yeah, in Scions, Shawn tells Daniel about Jacob O'Neill (and Daniel told Janet) but they still didn't know that the firstborn was going to be the one named Jacob – or even a boy, so it was still something of a surprise for them.

OOOOOOO

The crowd was still gathered around Sam's bed ten minutes later, passing Jacob back and forth, when an Airman came over, looking at Sam and the baby for just a moment – because how many times did you see a newborn baby on base, after all – before turning to Jack.

"Colonel O'Neill. There's a phone call for you, Sir."

Jack frowned.

"Take a message and tell them I'll call them ba-"

"It's General Nathan Brooks, Sir," the Airman said. "He says he wants to talk to you."

It was obvious from the tone of voice the young man was using that Nate hadn't been quite that polite.

Jack swore, and moved off Sam's bed.

"Use the phone in my office, Colonel," Janet said, handing Jacob over to his grandfather and following Jack as he left the bedside. "I'll see what progress has been made with Ian."

Jack nodded and headed for Janet's office while the doctor went over to Ian's bed.

"O'Neill."

"Jack. Where's Ian?"

"He's here, Nate."

"Let me talk to him."

"He's kind of… indisposed right now…"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"He and Sam were off base – like I told you – and they had a slight… mishap. Sam went into labor and Ian delivered the baby."

"What? Are you serious?" The angry, annoyed tone was gone immediately. "How's Sam?"

That didn't surprise Jack. Nate liked Sam – and not just because she was married to Jack – and would instantly be concerned about her. Especially since he knew she wasn't due for another two months as well.

"She's fine. So is the baby."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What was it, Jack? Boy or girl?"

Jack smiled.

"Boy. Jacob George."

Since Nate knew both of the baby's namesakes, Jack wasn't at all surprised that he sounded as pleased by the name as Hammond and Jacob both had been.

"Good name. Lots of brass to live up to."

"Yup."

"Ian's okay?"

Nate wasn't going to be distracted long.

"He's fine, Nate. He got hit in the head, but it's not bad."

"He what?"

"Don't panic. He's fine."

"I'm not panicked. Where is he?"

Meaning he was going to come charging down to the SGC then and there and check on his boy. Ian might have his doubts about how his father felt about him sometimes, but Jack didn't. General Brooks didn't tell his son he loved him very often, but he showed it all the time. Especially when he was concerned about him.

"He's here, Nate. Just getting checked out. Don't let Maggie worry; Fraiser says he's going to be fine, and will be released from her infirmary soon. You can see him then."

"I want to see him now, Jack."

"We're a little swamped right now, Nate. What with the baby and all. How about we bring him to you?"

"When?"

Well, shit. Jack looked over at the bed Ian was in, but couldn't see anything because of the privacy screen and had no idea how long it was going to take to wake him up. Nate had just backed him into a corner, and Jack had allowed him to do it – probably because he wasn't thinking all that clearly.

"Give us a couple of hours."

"I already gave you a couple of hours. Maggie wants to see Ian – and she doesn't care if he has a bump on his head, God damn it."

"Nate…"

"Jack. We'll be at Cheyenne Mountain in an hour."

"But-"

The phone went dead, and Jack swore again and hung it up. Damn, he hated dealing with people who were as impatient and annoying as he was! He sighed, and went out the door, walking over to Ian's bed instead of back to Sam's.

The cadet was still asleep, and Janet was giving him a quick check up. She looked up from taking his blood pressure as Jack approached.

"Well?"

"Nate's going to be here in an hour. We need to get him awake."

"I'm working on it."

"Can't you give him something to wake him up?"

"I can if you want a zombie. All he'd be good for is walking around – and that not so much with the bruising on his knee. To get him completely alert, we're going to need to wake him up naturally."

Jack went to the other side of the bed, and shook Ian's bare shoulder.

"Ian?"

"Colonel, that's probably not going to work."

"I need him awake, Doc." Jack shook Ian's shoulder harder. "Ian, wake up."

"Hmmm?"

The noise was the first thing anyone had heard from Ian since he'd been brought through the Stargate, and Jack and Janet both felt a ray of hope.

"Hey. Wake up."

"No."

He didn't open his eyes.

"Ian… I need you to wake up. Your mom and dad are coming…"

"I'm tired…"

"They're going to be here soon. You can sleep later… I promise. Just get up and let them know you're okay…"

"Tell them to come back later…"

"Ian…" Jack put on his best stern voice.

Ian rolled over onto his belly, and covered his head with his pillow.

"Go away…"

The voice was muffled, but they could both understand what he said.

Damn it.

Jack scowled, looking at Janet, and then an almost evil smile creased his face.

"Jaffer! Come here, boy."

Over on Sam's bed, the black lab raised his head at the sound of his name, looking from Sam to back where Jack was – even though he couldn't see him. Sam smiled, and slapped the dog's side.

"You'd better go see what he needs."

Carefully, the lab jumped off the bed, and then trotted over to where Jack was, following his nose until he nudged aside the privacy curtain and ambled up to Jack, eyes cheerful and tail wagging idly as he waited to see what his Jack wanted.

Jack patted the side of the bed – the spot right beside Ian – and grinned.

"Wake him up for me, Little Man."

Jaffer jumped up easily onto the bed, and started whuffling Ian, his cold nose slipping easily under the pillow and his long, wet tongue lashing at the cadet's cheek and ear. There was a groan of annoyance from under the pillow, and Ian brought his hand up. Jack gave Janet a triumphant smile, and she just shook her head.

What Jack didn't count on, though, was the fact that unlike most everyone else the Colonel knew, Ian had a lab, too. And knew how their minds worked. The hand that was coming up didn't push the lab aside like Jack had figured it was going to. Instead, Ian wrapped his arm around Jaffer, pulling the big lab down next to him, bringing him tightly against his bare side and immediately distracting him from his licking by rubbing his belly. Despite himself, Jaffer gave a soft sigh of pleasure and closed his eyes, his head coming down to rest beside Ian's pillow.

Jack scowled.

Ian relaxed once more, obviously already almost asleep again.

"Ian… wake up. I need you."

"I'm tired…" Came the plaintive reply.

"I know. It won't take long… then you can sleep. As long as you want."

Jesus, he'd already delivered the guy's baby, what more could he possibly need? Ian was just too wiped out to care, though. Despite the sleep he'd had, there was a part of him that was just drained, and although he knew he'd be fine, eventually, it wasn't like he could just drag himself out of bed. Add to that the fact that Jaffer was warm and incredibly cuddle-able, and Ian didn't intend to get out of bed for anything.

Damn it.

Jack scowled down at the two in the bed, and decided it was time to pull out the ultimate weapon. The only thing he absolutely knew Ian wouldn't ignore.

"I'll be right back." He told Janet, who couldn't quite contain her amusement at this battle of wills. A battle of wills that Ian was winning. She nodded, and Jack vanished, only to return a few minutes later with Sam.

"Tell him I need him to wake up. Please?"

Sam sat gingerly on the edge of Ian's bed, and put her hand on his bare shoulder, rubbing it tenderly. She wasn't sure why he was so tired, but she was sure it was because of her, and if not for the fact that they absolutely couldn't have Nathan come storming through the base looking for his son, Sam would have let him sleep as long as he wanted.

"Ian? We need you to wake up. Just for a little bit. Please?"

The pillow moved and a tousled head poked out from under it, dark eyes opening and looking up at Sam, sleepily. She smiled down at him, unable to even express just then how grateful she was to him for what he'd done. Instead, her hand moved to brush against his cheek, and he sighed and closed his eyes again, although he knew he wasn't going to go back to sleep.

"Not for long?"

"No. Just long enough to let your mom and dad know you're okay."

"'kay."

Sam smiled, and looked over at Jack, who shook his head. Whatever it was she had, he needed to bottle it and market it.