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Jack, knowing Jacob was very hot and not sure exactly how to calm him down, raised his hand in a blocking gesture and repeated his previous sentence. "It's not what you think, Jacob."
"WHAT I THINK…COLONEL…IS THAT I JUST WALKED IN AND FOUND MY DAUGHTER AND HER COMMANDING OFFICER NECKING!"
"DAD," Sam yelled, trying to get her dad's attention so he would listen.
However, Jack, being Jack, put his 'foot in his mouth' and contradicted Jacob. "Well, see, there you go, I'm no longer her commanding officer."
This, however, had the opposite effect that Jack was wanting. With an angry glare, Jacob began advancing on Jack.
Jack, being a very well trained and experienced officer, quickly retreated to the other side of the lab table. "Jacob, you need to calm down," Jack yelled, running around the table. Jack was awaiting the arrival of Selmac, expecting the even-tempered tok'ra to take over control of Jacob's body to settle him down. However, when Jacob's eyes flashed again, and Jacob continued to chase him around the table, Jack was pretty sure he was out of luck there.
Jacob stopped his chase to yell at Jack some more. "SO HELP ME, O'NEILL! IF YOU GOT MY DAUGHTER PREGNANT, WHEN I GET DONE WITH YOU, YOU'LL REGRET THE DAY YOU EVEN THOUGHT OF JOINING THE AIR FORCE!"
"DAD," Sam yelled just as her dad, once again, started his chase around the table. "Jack DIDN'T impregnate me! Dad! STOP! DAD, it wasn't Jack! It was the Asgaard!"
This caused Jacob to stop again, glaring at Jack and then to Sam, he yelled, a little quieter, "WHAT? The Asgaard? How?…….So, you're saying you have an alien growing in your stomach?"
"No, Colonel O'Neill is the father," Sam tried to tell him, but once hearing Jack was the father, Jacob started chasing him around the table again. "DAD!"
"JACOB, YOU HAVE TO STOP AND LISTEN TO US!" Jack yelled, still running from the angry general.
"Alright, Jack!" Jacob said, stopping again. "I'll promise NOT to kill you if you can tell me you're not sleeping with my daughter."
Jack made a 'fish face' and then, nervously looking from Jacob to Sam and back to Jacob, stuttered out, "Uh, define sleeping with."
This was not the answer Jacob was going for, and with a loud growl, started running after Jac, again. "SO, WHAT, JACK? YOU JUST COULDN'T KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS, COULD YOU?" he yelled without losing pace.
"JACOB! You have to stop trying to KILL me and listen! Jacob!" Jack squawked, continuing his run. Just then, Jack looked up and saw General Hammond standing in the doorway. "General, a little help!" Jack screeched.
General Hammond walked into the lab. "Jacob," he said, in a very calm voice. "I really wish you would have waited until I got off the phone and had a chance to explain a few things."
Jack noticed the small smirk on Hammond's face and wondered exactly how long he was standing at the door, a silent spectator, before Jack noticed him there.
"George!" Jacob said, stopping and turning to face his old friend. "Care to explain what the hell is going on."
"Please!" Jack cried, coming around the table, but hiding behind Sam. (Jacob wouldn't hurt his pregnant daughter, right?)
General Hammond shut the door to the lab and motioned for everyone to assemble around the table. Jack stayed behind Sam, still quite afraid for his life. Plus, he had his hands on Sam's hips and was enjoying the contact.
"Jacob, a rogue asgaard impregnated Major Carter with Col. O'Neill's sperm. We discovered her pregnancy when she was two and a half months along. She made the choice to keep the baby and was removed from SG-1 and assigned to the labs."
"So, because of some rogue alien, my daughter's career has been ruined!" Jacob retorted, raising his voice in anger.
"Dad, my career is none of your business," Sam announced, anger in her own voice.
"Oh, you know it's true, Sam. You're already working in a man's career. And now this! You shouldn't have to deal with all this!"
"Jacob," Jack started, trying to change the subject.
"Jack, don't you even start with me! What? As soon as my daughter gets removed from your team, you move right on in. So help me, O'Neill, if you're taking advantage of her…."
"JACOB!" Jack yelled, anger now prominent on his face. "You know me way better than that! I respect Sam way too much to take advantage of her. I would never do anything to hurt her!"
Jacob, to his credit, actually looked shame-faced. Finally, Selmac made an appearance. "Col. O'Neill, Samantha, I would like to apologize for Jacob's behavior. He is very upset about the asgaard's interference, but wants you both to know, he does not blame either of you."
"Could've fooled me," Jack yelped. "Where the heck were you when Jacob was chasing me around the lab?"
"I apologize, Col. O'Neill. It is a very rare occasion to see you so……fearful. I am afraid I was finding the situation……quite…….interesting."
Jack gaped at the tok'ra's confession while Sam and General Hammond tried desperately to hide their grins.
"Well, now that everything is a little bit more relaxed in here, I do have a mountain to run. I think I will leave the three of you to talk," Hammond announced, moving towards the door. Turning around, he looked at Col. O'Neill with a smirk. "Uh, Colonel, if you would like to keep your reputation as a tough, macho colonel, you may want to stop by the surveillance room before they start selling copies."
"Shit!" Jack groaned, thinking about how much he was going to have to bribe the SF's to give him the surveillance tape to the lab. The last thing he needed was the SG-3 marines making fun of him for being chased around a lab table by a retired major-general with a 2,000 year old tok'ra symbiote!
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Shortly after General Hammond left, Jack was paged to the gate room. Incredibly happy to be getting away from Jacob, Jack headed out of the room, squeezing Sam's hand, inconspicuously, on his way.
"Did he really think I didn't see that?" Jacob asked his daughter, once Jack was out of sight.
"Dad, I really don't care if you did." Sam replied.
"Sammie, I just want what's best for you. How can you just give up your career like this?"
"Dad," Sam started, looking up at her dad with a serious expression on her face. "I don't think of it as ruining my career…..I think of it as getting a life. A life that I have denied myself for way too long."
"Are you happy?" Jacob asked.
"Yes, Dad. For the first time in a very long time, I am really, truly happy," Sam finished, a giant smile on her face.
"You love him." It wasn't a question.
"I have for a long time, Dad," she announced.
"I know," he said, while coming around the table and hugging his daughter for the first time since his arrival.
After they parted from their embrace. Sam showed Jacob the results of the scans, and the two (three, including Selmac) started their work on the dead warrior.
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The following week was hectic for everyone. Other than a few stolen moments here and there, Sam and Jack had no alone time together. While Daniel had gone to Central America in hopes of finding an ancient device to use against the new Super Soldiers, the rest of SG-1 was continuously off-world gathering more intel. And, Sam spent the majority of each day cooped up in her lab with her dad.
It was one of those rare moments where she was actually alone in her lab when Jack had come in to see her. A worrisome look on his face. "Hey," he said, softly coming in the door.
"Hey, yourself," Sam replied, smiling and reaching out for him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
"Where's your dad?"
"He's not back from the Tok'ra High Council Meeting yet," Sam told him, snuggling deeper into his shoulder.
"Ah! Um, I just came from Hammond's office, he's sending me after Daniel."
Sam pulled off his shoulder to look in his face. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, fear on her face.
"Of course," he answered, smiling at her and then leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. The kiss was soft, slow and so full of emotion, Sam wondered if Jack was trying to send her some kind of secret message with his lips and tongue.
When they finally pulled away, Sam looked up into his handsome face and smiled a sweet, sad smile. "Be careful," she ordered, in almost a whisper. "And bring Daniel back safe."
"Promise," he said, smirking his patented O'Neill smirk and capturing her lips one more time. When their lips finally parted, Jack looked deep in Sam's eyes and then gathered her into a hug. "I'll be fine," he said, trying to reassure her.
But, Sam knew him very well and could hear the doubt in his voice. She knew Central America was dangerous and was more worried about Jack going there than she was with him going off-world.
Jack, reluctantly, pulled out of their embrace, and, after one more deep gaze, headed to the door.
"You're leaving now?" Sam asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, plane's waiting," Jack answered, sheepishly. Feeling bad he hadn't mentioned it before then.
"Oh," Sam replied, worry and disappointment evident in her voice.
Jack stood at the door for several seconds, shuffling from foot-to-foot. Trying to build up the courage to do what he had planned to do on his way to her lab. "Sam," his voice croaked out.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes had never left him since he pulled out of her embrace.
He kept eye contact and, after swallowing the lump in his throat announced, "I love you."
Sam smiled, worry still in her eyes. Ecstatic that Jack had confessed his love to her, but equally worried about his mission. She walked over to him at the door, and, once she reached him, looked up into his deep, dark, emotion-filled eyes. "I love you too, Jack."
He grabbed her and pulled her against him once again. "Oh God, Sam! I promise I'll be back. I promise!"
"I know, I know. I love you so much, Jack," Sam cried.
"I know, Sam. I love you more than anything." With that, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, displaying his love for her the best way he could before heading out to the awaiting plane.
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