Sam was looking for her father; it had been four hours since her dad had walked in on her on and Martouf/Lantash. To say he had been annoyed would be like saying the Goa'uld were a little unpleasant.

Jacob had been furious, even with Selmak calming him Jacob had still spent at least three hours chasing the pair around the base threatening them with all types of grievous bodily harm for daring to touch his daughter. The last Sam had heard her lovers were hiding in one of the storage rooms and according to Korra they weren't planning to come out until Jacob was off the base.

Sam wanted to find her dad to explain, earlier he had been far to angry to listen and she hoped that he might have calmed down enough to listen to reason by this point, after all she was thirty not thirteen and she could decide who she wanted to be with. It wasn't even as if he did know them and through Selmak he'd known Martouf for decades and Lantash for centuries, Sam knew he'd trust them with his life.

So, what the hell was the problem?

Sam turned yet another corner and ran into Aldwin. She knew from Jolinar that he was a loyal member of the resistance but she still wasn't too fond of him for blowing up Netu while she was still on it and for not listening to or believing in their plan to escape.

Still he might know where her dad was, "Aldwin, have you seen my father?"

"Samantha, hello. I believe I saw him going to the council chambers a short while ago."

"Did he seem any calmer?" Sam asked nervously.

"He did." Aldwin grinned; the story of Jacob threatening Martouf/Lantash had spread around the base in record time. Everyone loved it because just about everyone on the base had known about Sam and Martouf/Lantash but Jacob hadn't, though everyone hoped that Jacob didn't kill the men who touched his daughter.

Sam thanked Aldwin and started to head towards the council chamber on the way she met Anise/Freya, "Are you looking for Jacob?"

"Yes, Aldwin said he was in the council chamber."

"He is, he was meeting with Garshaw and I think he's still there." Anise said, ignoring the comments from her host that what she was doing was a bit unfair.

Sam walked into the council chamber, "Hey dad you ready to..." Sam trailed off as she realised just what her father and the Grand Council of the Tok'ra were doing.

Jacob had Garshaw pinned against the wall and was kissing her passionately. He had one hand up her skirt and she had one of her hands under his shirt. Her other hand was on the back of his neck in what Sam knew was an incredibly intimate gesture amongst the Tok'ra.

It was clear that her father had been keeping things from Sam as much as she had kept things from him.

"Holy Hannah! Dad! You bloody hypocrite!"

Jacob spun around and spotted Sam stood by the door. He pulled his hands away from Garshaw as though she had burnt him, Garshaw refused to meet Sam's eyes as she straightened her skirt. Jacob held his hand out to Sam but she ignored it and quickly left the room. By the time Jacob had followed her into the corridor she was already gone.

He turned back to Garshaw, "I'll be back once I've explained to Sam, I've rarely seen her that upset." He ran off down the crystal tunnels in search of his daughter.

As it happened Sam wasn't far away, off down a side tunnel in the opposite direction to the one Jacob had taken. And as it also happened, she wasn't angry or annoyed with her father, she was happy for him. She had never seen him that passionate for anyone since her mother's death and she had a feeling, thanks to Jolinar, that there had been something going on between Selmak and Garshaw for a long time.

Once she was sure that her dad was far enough away Sam slipped out of her hiding place and went back into the council chamber where Garshaw was reading the report that she had discarded earlier. She looked the image of the of a rebellion leader, except that it was clear that someone had been messing with her hair.

"Hey Garshaw." Sam said.

"Samantha!" Garshaw was clearly shocked that she was standing there calmly and talking so friendly to her.

Sam sat down on the edge of the council table. "Don't sound so surprised Garshaw, I'm not angry with dad. I'm happy for him and for you. I never thought he'd get over my mother's death, I just wanted to give him a taste of what it's like to not have your family approve of a relationship."

"That's very cruel Samantha."

"Well I believe that Martouf and Lantash are still hiding in a store room fearful for their lives or at least vital parts of their anatomy."

"Perhaps it is not so cruel then." Yosuuf said. Sam laughed and settled down to tell Garshaw and Yosuuf some stories about Jacob, including some she'd been told while at the Pentagon. Once everyone realised whose daughter she was they'd all been eager to share stories with her. Even General Hammond had added a few extra ones.

All stories Sam felt it was her job to share with her father's mates. And before long she had them both laughing so loudly that several Tok'ra looked in to see what was so funny. Sam had a feeling her stories would be all over the base by morning and the rest of the resistance by the next week.

Maybe that would teach him not to be such a hypocrite.

Then again it probably wouldn't.