Title: John Doe

Chapter: Sixteen

Disclaimer: Shouldn't we all know this by now? The show doesn't belong to me, basically every single one of the characters don't belong to me (although, somewhere along there I had a few original characters! Go me!) the idea of the story, however, is fully mine. That I will not give up... don't even ask.

A/N: (Dramatic music in background) DUN DUN DUN! Alright, guys, here's the conclusion... who's at the door? Guess you'll have to read a tiny bit further to find out! You know, that JAG thing never even crossed my mind, would be interesting though. Hmm ...

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Neither one of them thought much about the doorbell ringing, they both figured that it would be Daniel and Teal'c come to bug them further and question them about their vacation at the cabin, and why Sam had been blushing at the SGC. Of course, tomorrow Jack would have to set up some kind of impromptu meeting with the president, if that was even possible. Neither of them, however, expected who was at the door.

"Dad?!" Sam asked, shocked when she answered the door.

Jack, who had been sitting in the living room at the time she answered the door, immediately stiffened and hastily searched for some plan of escape. He liked Jacob, of course, and it seemed that the man was fond of him. But, Jack wasn't sure how well the General would handle him seeing his daughter, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to act normal around him anymore. After all, it was only around a day in a half since he had slept with his daughter.

"Sammie," the man said, stepping inside and setting his bags down to give his only daughter a hug. "Daniel told me that you would be at home."

Daniel, Jack thought, he is so dead.

"Oh, he did?" Sam asked, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Uh, so ... what brings you to earth, dad?"

They started walking into the living room and Jack stood up from the couch, a nervous smile on his face. "Jake, how you doin'?" He asked, putting his best game face on.

The older man looked at him suspiciously for a couple of seconds, "Good." He said finally, "How's the memory coming?"

"Almost completely back. Sa...Carter has been a big help, wouldn't have been able to do it without her." . D'oh. He thought, Damn my dirty mind. He smiled again, "So, how're the Tok'ra doing?"

That suspicious look was back in his eyes, Jack should have known not to ask about the Tok'ra, Jacob knew he didn't give a flip about how they were doing. Idiot, he told himself. "Have you and the Jaffa worked things out yet, or no?"

Jacob seemed to except the save, "Things are going better than they were, there's still a lot of work to be done."

"Well," Jack said, "I should be going then. Give you two some time to catch up."

He was halfway out the door when Sam called out to him (calling him General, of course).

"General," she said, "I left something at your house."

"When were you at his house?" Jacob asked, looking sternly at Jack.

"Oh," she said, looking at her father. "We got back from Minnesota really late last night, I just stayed there since my car was over here and I didn't want to make the general drive anymore than he had already. I left my cosmetics bag there, I kind of need my toothbrush and shampoo." She shrugged.

"Hmm," Jacob said, eyeing Jack. "I guess you do need that."

"I tell you what," Sam said, still looking at her father. "You get your thing situated in the guest room and I'll drive to the general's house, grab my things, and then come back and we can do whatever. Ok?"

"Sure, Sammie. Hurry though, Selmak still hasn't seen much of earth."

"Right," she nodded, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

She followed him in her car to his house, cursing herself for letting her father catch them in that situation. What had been the situation, really? Was he the least bit curious about why Jack had been at her house? Of course, he didn't even know about her and Pete breaking up, so was it possible that he thought nothing of him being there? But, Jack hadn't exactly been doing the best job at acting normal, not that she blamed him, she still had butterflies in her stomach.

Sighing she pulled out the first CD she could find and put it into the cars stereo system. The CD turned out to be Sarah McLachlan. Great, she thought, Love songs, that's just what I need to be hearing right now.

In the few minutes it took to get to Jack's house she was doubting herself more and more, how could she hide this from her father? She couldn't hide it from Teal'c and Daniel, how would she hide it from him? She pulled into the driveway of Jack's house and told herself she would be fine, she was good at faking things when she needed to, her job certainly required it enough.

She hadn't been lying when she told her father she had left her cosmetics bag at Jack's, but she hadn't exactly been truthful when she said she needed it. It was her travel bag, mainly for missions. She remembered exactly where it was so it only took her a few seconds to find it. After they she and Jack sat down in the living room, a uncomfortable silence hanging in the air.

"This is a problem," he finally said, not making eye contact.

"Yeah," she agreed. "A big problem."

"How are we going to keep this from him?"

She shook her head, "I don't know. He's really good at figuring out these kinds of things."

"I've been thinking," he said, a serious look on his face.

"You?" She asked, shock in her voice. "Thinking? You could hurt yourself-not to mention those around you- doing something like that you know?"

"You think you're funny," he asked, an amused tone in his voice. "Don't you?"

She smirked, "I know I'm funny."

He laughed and then sobered himself, "No. Really. I've been thinking about what we should do about this ... situation. I'm going to try and reach the president tomorrow, see if we can work this out. So, until we know for sure what's going on, I think we should calm everything down for a little ... so we don't get court martiled for breaking the frat regs, which we've kind of already done."

"I agree," she sighed. "It would be best."

He pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply. Her arms came up and around his neck, closing any gap that had existed between the two of them, and melted into the kiss. It lasted for what seemed like forever until they finally pulled apart; panting and gasping for the air that had been cut off from them. They continued to hold each other and her head rested on his shoulder, but she pulled away, grudgingly. "I should get going," she told him solemnly. "Dad will wonder."

"Right, call me later?"

"I will," she kissed him quickly then headed out the door, pausing only briefly to look back.

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When she returned home her father was sitting in the living room, watching television. "Hey, dad." She greeted him, sitting on the couch next to him. "So, you never told me why you came to earth."

He shrugged, "I had some time off, figured I'd come see how Jack was doing. He said he's got most of his memory back, good for him. What doesn't he remember?"

"Well," she said, "I know that he remembers everything from before his life at the SGC. As far as I know he remembers most of the important things, all the big stand-offs with the Goa'ulds, just about every one of our missions, I think there's just a few blank spaces every now and then, it'll come back to him."

"Hmm," he said, flipping through the channels, "how's Pete?"

"I..." she hesitated, "I'm not sure."

"Did you two have a fight?" He asked, looking over at her.

"I, uh, guess you could say that. We kind of broke up."

"What do you mean kind of?" He asked, she could feel an argument coming on.

"I mean it's over between us," she held up her right hand, showing it void of a ring, "I gave him his ring back. We're finished." She shrugged, "I don't think I ever really loved him anyway." Her father looked at her confused; "He was..." she started, "safe."

Wow, does that sound eerily familiar, she thought to herself, Although at that time it was Jack who was the safe one, guess I was wrong.

Jacob was concerned for his daughter, "Sam, are you sure you did the right thing? You don't get many chances to be happy you know, what if that was your last one?"

She smiled at him, "Don't worry about me dad, I think I've got a few more chances left."

He didn't understand what she meant by that, but was happy all the same. As long as she hadn't given up hope, he would be all right.

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"Would you stop that," she whispered harshly into the telephone, "you make me laugh and dad will hear."

She could hear him smile through the phone, "Sorry, sorry."

"So," she said glancing at the door, "when are you going to get in touch with the president?" Hearing a creak in the room next to her she paused, held her breath, and waited for any other sounds. When none came she continued, "I don't like this waiting thing."

"He's a very busy man," Jack said, "as soon as I possibly can."

"Well, just remind him that he owes each of us about 20 favors so far."

"Thanks for the reminder, I would have never thought of that."

"Ha ha," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You are so very funny."

"I do what I can," he said. She could imagine him shrugging on the other end of the phone, flipping through the channels on the television. She smiled to herself thinking about his predictability.

"You still there?" He asked, taking her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm here." She paused, hearing the creaking sound again, "Hold on." She whispered into the phone, then set it down and got off of her bed, to look out into the hallway. When she stuck her head out of the door she could hear muffled voices down the hall, in the living room. Her father was talking to somebody, but who?

She went back into her room; told Jack she would call him back later, then walked down the hallway into the living room. She walked slowly, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know who would be at her house during the middle of the night, talking to her father.

As she neared the end of the hallway the voices became clearer, it was a male voice he was talking with, but they were talking so quietly she couldn't tell who it was. When she walked into the living room they had their backs turned to her, but she could tell already who it was.

"What are you doing here?!" She asked, before she could stop herself.

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Jack waited forty five minutes for her to call back before growing too impatient. He figured he could make up some excuse if for some reason Jacob should answer the phone rather than his daughter. So, he muted the television, picked up the phone, and dialed her familiar number.

She picked up on the second ring; "This is Sam."

"Hey, it's me." He said, thanking God she was the one who answered.

"You need to get over here," she said quickly, a strange tone in her voice. "Now."

"Alright," he answered, confused, "I'm on my way now."

"Good, see you in a few."

"Yeah," he sighed. "In a few."

After hanging up the phone he sat looking at it, that numbing feeling washing over him. The one that he got whenever things got really complicated and confused and he didn't know what the hell was going on. After a minute or so he shook the feeling away, stood up, got his keys, and took off out the door. Boy, did she have some explaining to do.

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A/N: Here I am again, writing in this little twists and turns. Bet y'all didn't expect Jacob to be the one at the door, and truthfully, it was going to be Pete until all of you guys guessed (although, it was a rather obvious choice). This one's not going to be that easy either. And, you know, if you get it right you get a cookie! Lmao, review please!