Title: The worst-case scenario

Summary: The worst –case scenario the Tok'ra operative had said. SJ

Disclaimer: oops forgot this on the first one …. Don't own diddly and not getting paid. Always a pleasure never a chore!

A/N Thanks for the reviews. This is my first fic so be gentle. Also much thanks to Floopygirl who is a champion Beta ! (if you need a great laugh catch her jello-wrestling fic! )

This part of the tale is set season 15ish so Tee Hee to all who were fooled and onward!

Chapter 2

She sat white faced in the back of her father's truck. It had been a long time since she had seen him that angry. What was his problem anyway? Actually, she knew exactly what his problem was, she had defied him. He wasn't used to it. Well, he could just get used to it! Like that was going to happen! General Jonathan O'Neill was not going to tolerate disobedience from her or anyone else in his command. She could have talked him round if it hadn't been for that parting shot; maybe she still could, but then again maybe not. Mentally she braced herself, she knew she was going to be in a whole lot of trouble now.

A shadow passed across the truck window and the door opened. Teal'c slid in beside her.

"I do not think you chose such a grave insult intentionally Hannah O'Neill."

"Oh!" her hand flew to her mouth, she turned "Uncle T I'm so sorry I didn't mean to …I just thought it was funny.. you know traitor . . Like? "

"I have heard much inappropriate humour in my time with the Tau'ri." He inclined his head towards her slightly and the trace of a smile hovered on his face.

She giggled again

"You still appear to be suffering the effects of your alcohol consumption .I suggest you take this moment to compose yourself before the General returns to drive this vehicle."

This time gales of laughter erupted from her. She held her sides and tears rolled down her face.

"Does he generally drive this vehicle?" Ha ha ha. "Da da da daaa I'm composing myself."

Jack wrenched open the drivers door and was met by the sound of his only child's hysterical laughter. "Oh for cryin out loud T whatcha say?" He rolled his eyes.

"It appears the content of what I say is entirely irrelevant O'Neill!"

He turned and gave her a stern; reduce raw recruits to jello look. She subsided, as he knew she would. Mutinously.

They drove away in silence.

Sounds of deep breathing came from the backseat. The General looked in the rear-view mirror; his daughter was leaning against the tall Jaffa's side. Although she was tall for a girl of her age, her head only reached his chest. Her blonde hair trailed across her beautiful face and in the pale moonlight her skin appeared like alabaster.

His friend was the first to speak. "Hannah O'Neill is asleep."

"Great." He sighed heavily and tried to keep his mind on driving the truck. How was he going to explain this one to Sam? He had promised his wife he would keep a close eye on their child, not eat junk, feed the dog, yadda yadda. Jack couldn't recall the other items on the list but knew it must have included not entering her lab, even if it was on fire that was a given. He had managed a whole 3 days and then Cassandra had called by and discovered his teenage daughter, dead drunk! This was not going to look good! He sighed again and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You are not to blame for this incident O'Neill. As the Nox would say the very young,"

"Do not always do as they are told, I know T, I know." He chuckled. How did he always know what he was thinking? It was uncanny; Daniel did it too but much less subtly than his Jaffa friend. Well Teal'c was one hundred and ten years of age after all. Furthermore they had spent a ridiculous amount of time locked up in one another's company in one Goa'uld holding cell or another over the years. Jack smirked in the darkness; he could hardly fail to know him, really.

"Are we returning to your home, my friend?" Teal'c enquired

"Nah, I've got some work to do, Hannah can sleep it off in my quarters and the Doc can check her out in the morning." Or at any time he wasn't happy with how she looked, he thought.

He drew up into his space in the Cheyenne Mountain complex. He opened the rear door and lifted her tenderly into his arms. "Can you get the door Teal'c?"

"Indeed."

They entered past the security checkpoints. The sentries saluted him and smiled tolerantly when they saw the sleeping girl. Hannah was a great favourite here; no other kids were allowed in for lack of security clearance. Her many aunts and uncles spoiled her dreadfully; - often, he was sure, just to spite him. Teal'c was the worst by far. She would always hold a special place in his heart.

Twenty-eight levels down they exited the second lift in the S.G.C. Hannah stirred slightly as they walked down the corridor. After Teal'c had bid him goodnight, Jack headed for his quarters and laid her on the bed gently. He rolled her on her side and he tucked the blankets around her like he had when she had been small. The General sat down heavily in the chair beside the bed and began his vigil.

He rubbed his hands across his eyes and gazed on her features, which were softened by sleep. He could see her mother in her face and when he looked closer he could see Charlie there too. She was his gift, he had never expected a second chance at fatherhood, but she was it. He had savoured every moment; he loved her so much it hurt. "The worst-case scenario" as the Tokra operative had put it.

Jack smirked. Worst case for the school principal too. He laughed quietly to himself. She was a heady cocktail of her mother's brilliance and beauty and his irreverence, sarcasm, and razor sharp judgement. The result a complete handful, and that was without taking into account all that she had endured. His hands balled into white-knuckle fists. No one would ever hurt her again. His daddy's girl, their daughter. His and Sam's.

They would talk in the morning. There would be consequences. A pact would be made. Mom's wrath avoided.

Daniel appeared in the doorway, "Everything ok Jack?"

He rose and walked over, a hand raking tiredly through his hair. "Yeah, just one those teenage moments. Guess we've done well to get her to fifteen without one," he paused, and then grinned. "Well without seeing one."

Daniel smirked, "chip off the old block eh? You'll have to watch that she doesn't enlist!"

He held up his hand, "Don't just don't" The General grinned; it had been a subject of great amusement around the base that his daughter had joined the local cadet group and was excelling. This despite enrolling under the pseudonym "Hannah Murray", so, she had explained no one would judge her on her military background. He hadn't wanted to ask Teal'c if he had aided her, but Jack had seen a small look of satisfaction on his face when the rouse had been exposed.

His friend shuffled his feet, "Teal'c said you had a heap of paperwork to do er. I could sit here if you like?"

"Erm . . ." he looked uncertainly over his shoulder to his sleeping child.

He relented, Daniel loved her like his own, and he was family.

He had just decided to call it a night. Jack yawned widely and stretched in the elevator, looking at his watch as the doors opened.01.00 hours.

A girl's piercing screams rent the air, echoing through the halls of the quiet base. He ran into Daniel at the door of his quarters.

"What happened, Daniel?" Jack's voice was strained from lack of sleep and rising panic. He moved through the doorway, into the room.

"I don't know." The archaeologist was bewildered.

She was standing back against the rear wall of the room, looking wildly around, but she didn't appear to see him.

He stepped towards her."Noooo!" she screamed as she put up her hands to shield her face; she seemed frightened witless.

He halted mid stride, "Hannah?" It pained him to see her so afraid of him.

She began to scream, a torrent of words streamed out.

"Er, Jack she is speaking Goa'uld dialect," Daniel said, a note of surprise tinged his voice.

"Oh crap!" The General dashed forward to catch her as her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled to the floor.

He cradled her limp body in his arms pulling her tearstained face towards his shoulder. Jack was oblivious to everything but his child as he whispered comfort into her ear.

Daniel reached quickly for the phone on the wall.

"Medical team to the General's quarters, stat!"