Ten years later...
This miracle God gave to me
Gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
"Dad!"
Jack's mind swam with incomprehension. Everything hurt; he couldn't think. Who was talking to him?
"Dad, you're going to be okay. You've got to be!" She began crying.
He managed to open his eyes. A blurry image of a twelve-year-old girl met his eyes. As the image cleared up, she began to look more familiar.
"Jackie?"
His throat was badly parched and his voice was strained, but the young girl looked up, tears still glistening in the fluorescent light.
"Dad, you're going to be okay!"
Her hope and faith began to reaffirm his hope and faith. "What happened?"
By now, Daniel had approached. "You and Sam were off-world trying to help the Tok'ra find Jacob. You were both captured by the goa'uld and tortured pretty badly. Sam's still fighting off her addiction to the sarcophagus, but you're still okay. Apparently, you're not as much fun to kill."
"Did they-?" He refused to end the question in front of his young and innocent daughter.
"No," Daniel quickly answered.
He nodded, a feeling of immense relief flooding over him. Now, he just felt old and tired. "Jackie, I'm going back to sleep."
She nodded and looked up at her uncle, Daniel. "Aunt Janet told us how important it is for you to rest."
Suddenly, panic gripped his soul. "Where are the kids?"
Jackie took her father's outstretched hand. "Dad, shhh. It's okay. Grace, Jake and Sammy are with Teal'c playing some Jaffa games."
A chuckle escaped Jack's throat. It hurt so badly. "There are Jaffa games?"
Jacquelyn smiled as she shrugged. "I guess so."
Jack returned his daughter's smile and lay down, preparing to rest again. "Thanks, Jackie."
"No problem, Dad."
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