A/N: Well, I really didn't think that I'd get such a strong response to this! Okay, now to answer some of the questions you guys asked me:
1. My religion is very similar to that of the Messianic Jews, but I'm not a Messianic Jew. I belong to a church called the United Church of God, an International Assossiation (not to be confused with the United Church of God).
2. This is NOT to be taken seriously. That majority of the story is just about the interactions of the family during Hanukkah.
3. Tabernacles IS Sukkot.
Sam arrived at her CO's house, pizza in hand, an hour later.
As she walked up the path to his front door, she pondered the nature of the call and wondered if he had called Daniel and Teal'c over as well. She didn't see their cars, but one never knows.
A very disheveled Jack O'Neill opened the door. Having found his silver Star of David banner he was wearing it as a boa. "Carter! Great, I really need your help." He looked down at the box she was carrying and grinned, "Oh good, pizza!"
"Sir, what's going on?" Sam asked, as she was ushered into the living room to find a laptop set up on his coffee table – something very strange for her CO to have if he had to call her to his office every time something went wrong with his base computer.
Sam turned to him with a grin playing on her lips, "So you are smarter than a five year old."
"No, not really, I just know how to use computers to buy stuff online – that's actually why I need your help." He motioned for her to sit down and went into the kitchen to get two beers, when he came back, he sat at the other end of the couch from her and they turned to face each other.
"What's going on, sir?"
Jack shook his head, "Don't call me sir right now Carter. With what I'm about to tell you and ask you, ranks should be left alone."
Sam nodded, "Alright Jack… what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong, Sam, but I do need your help with a little project I had forced on me earlier today. I have all five of my siblings, and their families coming over for Hanukkah in two weeks. I tried looking for my old supplies, but I can only find my menorah. I need your help in buying gifts for all of them, and buying new decorations and supplies for it. I'm also going to need your help coming up with stuff for my nieces and nephews to do while they're here."
Sam sat there with a carefully schooled face, thinking over everything Jack just told her. One question kept popping into her mind, "You're Jewish? I thought O'Neill was an Irish name."
Jack nodded, feeling that he was just about to explain his entire life history to the incredible woman before him, "Well, it is. My mother was Jewish and my father Catholic when they met at college in Chicago. In order to marry my mother, my father, had to convert to Judaism. We were all raised Jewish, but when I joined the Air Force at eighteen, I left the synagogue."
"How many siblings do you have that I have to help buy presents for?" Sam asked; wanting to know everything she was about to get herself into.
"There's Tamar, her husband Manny, Nathan and his wife Tris, Gabriel and his wife Deborah, Samuel and his wife Stephanie, Michael and his wife Lydia, and Luke. Not to mention their children."
Sam looked at her CO in horror as he finished spouting off his siblings and their spouses to switch his attention to grabbing a slice of the veggie pizza that Sam loved. "How many children?" she squeaked.
Jack thought for a minute as he chewed his pizza, "Let's see, Tam has three boys – Joel who's thirteen years old, Timothy who's ten, and Noah who's five; Nathan and Tris have twin girls named Ziporah and Priscilla who are eleven; Gabe and Deb have a five year old boy named Jesse and a seven year old girl named Mary; Mike and Lydia don't have children, Samuel and Stephanie are expecting their first child in May and Luke lost his wife two years ago giving birth to their daughter named after her – Phebe."
Sam was aghast, "Why didn't you tell us before?" Why didn't you tell me before?
Jack sighed and shook his head, "I didn't want to get too close. And I didn't want you becoming friends with Tamar and hearing all these lies about your commanding officer." They both smiled, feeling the tension in the room melt away, "So, will you help me?"
Sam grinned, "Yeah, sure, you betcha."
A/N: I really hope you all liked this chapter! Okay, remember to review, please! And for all of my Jewish readers out there, Shabbat Shallom and have a good Yom Kippur and happy eary Sukkot!