John Doe

Chapter Thirty Seven

Disclaimer: We've done this before, or have I lost my memory like Jack did in the first couple of chapters?

A/N: Yes, identical twins are great, too! My father's side of the family actually has five sets of twins, not extending past 2nd cousins. My uncles has identical twin boys and my great uncle has identical twin girls, too. Not to mention my identical twin great-uncles, and then a pair of fraternal twin boy 2nd cousins that are about a year younger than I am. It's quite a handful and I still can't tell my identical 2nd cousins (my great-uncle's girls) apart half the time. There's more on mom's side...
So, I'll probably have my own set of twins in about ten years :)

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"Your brother does know that I'm coming along, right?" Jack asked for what seemed like millionth time to Sam. "Because, you know, I don't want to seem like an arrogant jerk, showing up uninvited."

Sam just smiled, "He knows that you're coming, Jack, and you are invited. Don't worry so much."

He sighed in response, "That's easy for you to say, Sam. You're not engaged to his best friend's ex-fiancé."

That was true enough, she guessed, her brother would have to deal with it. "But... I am engaged to the man that I love, and he knows that, so no matter what he has to respect our relationship. And you."

Jack nodded, not completely confident that her brother would react the way she claimed that he would. Mark was male, of course, and Jack knew males; he was one and understood the feeling one got when his buddy was done wrong. And, while Sam had been warranted in her actions, it didn't mean Mark had to acknowledge that if he didn't want to. He could have easily seen Pete's side of the story and left it at that. Jack hoped that her brother was a better person than that, but when it came down to it, he was a guy, and most of the time, guys were hotheaded. "How long until your father gets here?"

She glanced at her watch, "He should be coming through any minute n–"

"Incoming traveler," Davis' voice called out over the PA system, "General O'Neill and Colonel Carter to the Control Room." Sam shrugged at Jack and they got up from their table in the commissary, headed for the control room. When they got there the 'Gate kawooshed forward and Davis' glanced back at O'Neill. "It's Tok'ra IDC, sir."

"Leave the iris open," he ordered and the two of them left for the embarkation room to meet up with the man coming through. When the metal door slid open Jacob walked through the event horizon, grinning at the sight of his daughters now noticeable, slightly swollen stomach.

"Did you figure out the sex?" he questioned, giving her a hug. "Is it a girl?"

"Yup," Jack told him, an 'I was sooo right' look on his face. "It's a girl."

Sam rolled her eyes and didn't give her father the chance to gloat along with her fiancé. "One is a girl," she informed Jacob and Selmac, "the other is a boy."

"The other?" he questioned, dumb to the implication for a brief moment. "Oh! Oh! You're having twins!"

Jack nodded in reply, snaking his arm around his fiancee's waist. "But we were still right, Jake. Sam is having a girl."

"And a boy," she reminded him. "We never discussed twins so either we were both right because one is a boy and the other a girl, or we are both wrong because we only talked about one child." He slid his hand across her stomach and one of the babies kicked at it in response, causing her to smile and wince at the same time, and him to grin like an idiot.

"Well, she'll be one helluva soccer player." he observed.

"Are they moving?" Jacob questioned, the typical grandfather instincts taking over both his military persona and the Tok'ra's seriousness.

Sam nodded, "How about we get out of the 'Gate room, though. I'll let you feel them kicking later. We really need to start off for the airport if we're going to make our flight."

"You're ok to fly?"

"I'm not even three and a half months along dad, of course I'm ok to fly. I won't be completely useless for another four months.

She sighed as they headed out of the room and headed towards Jack's office. "Of course, as soon as I hit five months Jack will confine me to earth and even now I'm lucky to get to go with Daniel on a non-threatening dig..."

Jack shrugged, not at all phased by the whining tone of her voice. "I'm doing what I need to in order to make sure that you and my son and my daughter are completely safe."

Of course he was- and she knew that. It didn't mean she had to like it though. Oh no, she could complain until Jesus came back, and probably would. It wasn't that she didn't love working in her lab, but Jack had even given her limits on that. No working with things that have a tendency to blow up in her face and definitely nothing that they retrieved from the Goa'uld or other untrustworthy aliens. Sam was starting to think she would get lucky to even work on something an ali gave to them. That wasn't something that happened often, anyway, though.

"We have to stop by the house and pick up our bags before we take off," Sam informed him as Jack rummaged through his desks for Lord knew what. "I still have some of your old clothes with me, so you can pack some outfits for the weekend, instead of going dressed as some turn of the century whatever..."

Jacob grinned, he didn't think the Tok'ra's clothing was that bad. Of course, with Selmac he was biased, but still... they were kind of comfortable. He did look forward to wearing jeans and a t-shirt, though. Selmac was, too.

"So," Jacob asked when they climbed into Jack's big, black truck. "You're coming along with us Jack?"

"Yup," he replied, turning the key in the ignition.

"Does Mark know?"

"Yup."

The older man frowned. As he recalled Mark hadn't been too fond of Jack when Pete and Sam had just broken up. Of course, at that time Mark had assumed (or had been told by Pete, more probably) that Jack and Sam had been having an affair and that's why things between his sister and best friend ended. Many moths and many phone calls between the brother and sister had passed since then, so Jacob guessed that the water under the bridge was no more and Mark decided to give Jack a second chance. No doubt after a lot of pushing on his wife's side. Tracie was an extraordinary woman when it came to bossing his son around. More so than his wife had done with him. And probably more than Sam would ever do with Jack- and not only given their working relations. Tracie had Mark so completely wrapped around her finger that Jacob was almost ashamed. He probably would have been if he didn't find it so amusing.

"Well..." the retired general stated, "this weekend should be interesting."

"Yup."

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Their plane landed almost half an hour later than scheduled and all three had been sleeping uncomfortably when the co-pilots voice came over the intercom and informed them they had reached their destination and reminded them to put on their seat belts, turn off all electronics, and fold up their trays. Jacob was the first to wake, and since he was sitting next to Sam, she was the second. After her father woke her up Sam woke up Jack and the three went through the co-pilots orders and sat back in their seats tiredly.

Who ever said saving the world was easy?

"It'll be nice to have a weekend away from work," Jacob sighed as he leaned back against the stiff seat. They should have opted for first-class, Lord knew they all deserved it.

Sam rubbed her belly, surprised the little one's hadn't woken her earlier, and nodded. "But I doubt we'll get much rest with the Elizabeth and Joshua running around."

"How old are they now?" Jack questioned, still waking up from his nap.

"Elizabeth is almost 10 and Joshua just turned 7." Jacob answered for him. "And Josh is a bundle of energy, so don't get too playful or your knees will start to hurt."

Jack was ready to retort with a comment about the mans own knees when a though occurred to him; Selmac had taken care of that many years before. Damn. "You know what Sam, we'll let Jake hold the twins when they're fussing. That way they can't grab a hold of any hair since he doesn't seem to have any."

Jacob snorted, so what he was bald? His knees were in perfect shape. But, the man also knew that Jack's bad knees had a lot to do with his past war experiences and his battles against the Goa'uld. So there was really nothing more he could say on the matter. "I'd be honored." he said with a grin. They were his grand babies, anyway. Of course he would hold them... as long as they didn't need changing. That he would leave to their mother and father. Feeding, too... he couldn't do that.

The pilots voice broke through their conversation, informing them that they had landed and could now exit the plane. Jack was the first of the three to stand and he grabbed Sam's carry on bag, as well as his and Jacob's. Handing the older man his bag he made a point of thrusting it just a bit harder than he normally would have, in order to catch him off guard. Jacob stumbled slightly but grinned at Jack. Thank God Sam had gotten rid of that other guy. Jack was probably the only person Jake could even imagine his daughter spending the rest of her life with.

They exited the plane, Jacob going first, Sam second, and lastly Jack, who was hiding just a tad bit behind his fiancé and soon to be father in law. Neither one minded much, however, and both knew why he was doing so. Jack still wasn't convinced that Mark had gotten over the whole Pete thing, so the man wasn't taking any chances. Hiding behind an old man and a pregnant woman would just have to be good enough for the time being. Even if it did squash his ego.

"Papaw!" a young, feminine voice shrieked as soon as they entered their airport. Elizabeth, Jack assumed, since the voice was obviously not that of a little boys. Sure, younger boys had higher voices, but God he hoped his son didn't sound like that... ever. When a mass of blonde, curly hair flung itself at Jacob, Jack's assumption was confirmed. It was Elizabeth. Her 'Papaw' scooped her up into his arms, holding her close.

"I missed you Lizze." he told her, kissing her forehead. "How is school?"

She made a face, "Ok, I guess." Jacob set her down and it was the boys turn to run up to him. Although he didn't shriek and he didn't jump into the man's arms. Rather he let Jacob bend down to hug him closely, no objections added. Hey, even seven wasn't too old to receive hugs from your grandpa! Especially when you hadn't seen him since your 6th birthday.

By that time Elizabeth had found her way to her aunt and was staring in astonishment at Sam's belly. "Aunt Sam... you got fat."

Jack couldn't help it, he snickered. Elizabeth looked over at him, her eyes wide.

"Who is he?"

"This is Jack, Liz." Sam told her. "My fiancé. And, I'm not fat, honey. I'm pregnant."

"Oh," the girl said, a bit embarrassed by her mistake. "You're bigger than mom said you'd be."

"Yeah," a dark haired woman said, walking up to stand by Elizabeth. "Why is that?"

Jacob looked over at Sam, his eyebrows raising and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Interrogation by Tracie wasn't such a good thing. She was a cop and it was her job to do so. "Yeah, Sam... why?"

Sam threw her father an evil look and turned back to her sister-and-law, smiling when her brother stepped up to his wife, snaking his arm around her thin waist. "Well, Tracie- that's because there's two of the little buggers in there, instead of one."

Cop or no, the woman still shrieked. Much like her daughter had only moments prior. "You're having twins!"

Sam nodded, a grin stretching across her face. "One boy and one girl."

Traice enveloped Sam in the tightest of hugs and for a moment Jack was worried. Was it ok for her to be held so tightly? He sure didn't, not since he found out she was pregnant. Jacob noticed the look and smiled at the man's concern, "How about we finish this conversation back home, huh?"

Obviously Traice agreed because she let Sam go, much to Jack's relief and turned to her father-in-law. "That's a great idea, dad."

The seven began to walk off and Sam feel into step with her fiancé, sliding her arm around his waist and smiling when he did the same to her. Mark hadn't made any comments as of far, nor had he given any dirty looks, so things were going pretty well. Better than she had expected, although she wouldn't admit it.

Liz decided that she wanted some of Jack's attention, as well, and she reached for his free hand and grabbed hold of it. Smiling when the man looked down at her. She must have gotten her looks from her father's side of the family, because Tracie's hair was one of the darkest shades of brunette he had ever seen and her eyes were bright green. Elizabeth had golden blonde hair, much like her aunts, and blue eyes that he only wished his own daughter inherited. The girl giggled and started to skip, still holding on to his hand.

So, maybe he was wrong. This weekend wouldn't be so bad.

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A/N: So I didn't know what Mark's wife's name was, or what his children's names and ages were. If anybody does know the correct names and ages let me know so I can change it.

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