Another chapter. I apologize for the delays, but this proved to be a bit more difficult to write than I thought. Almost done with it though. On with the fic.

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Rand finished changing out of his martial arts uniform into his street clothes. He slung his pack onto his back and walked out to his car. His boots crunched in the snow as he hit the remote button on his car. He opened the door and slid into the seat of his Mustang and started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove back to Janet and Daniel's house.

He pulled into the driveway and got out, locking his car up. He trudged up the snow-laden steps and walked inside after kicking the snow off of his boots. He closed the door and hung his coat up on the coat rack next to the door.

"I'm home!" he called. He frowned when no one answered him and walked into the TV room. He saw Janet with tearstains down her face, holding Daniel's hand. Rand looked over and saw that Kira was crying as well.

"What's up?" he asked, slowly setting his bag down.

Daniel sighed heavily and looked at him. "General Hammond…Uncle George died last night in his sleep."

"Uncle George is dead?" Rand asked, the sadness evident on his face.

"He lived a long life," Janet said. "The funeral is tomorrow. There will be some people that Uncle George knew coming in from way out of town. If they seem a little strange don't say anything, all right?"

Rand and Kira nodded. "Is Uncle T gonna be there?" Rand asked.

"Yeah. Get some rest if you can. The wake will be here," Daniel said. Rand and Kira nodded and they walked up to their rooms.

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"I wish Jack and Sam could've been here," Hailey said. "Wasn't the same without them."

"So they're transferring you to the SGC?" Daniel asked Cameron.

He nodded. "I'm being promoted to Major General. I just hope I can live up to a guy like General Hammond. He was a great man." Daniel glanced over and saw an older man walking up to Rand.

Rand looked at him and folded his arms. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"Just wanted to meet you," the man said.

"Who are you?" Rand inquired, picking at his suit.

"My name's Jacob Carter. I'm your grandfather."

Rand stared at him. "My grandfather? Are you serious?"

Jacob nodded. "I'm serious Rand."

"So why show up now? I haven't seen you my whole life."

"I've been away with work. But when I heard George had died…well let's just say I figured life is too short."

"So you show up for your friends funerals but not your own family's?" Rand demanded, walking away.

Jacob followed. "I tried to get in for Mark and his family's funeral after that plane crash, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, okay?"

Rand shoved his hands in his pockets and Jacob was reminded of Jack. "Sorry," Rand muttered.

"Don't worry about it Rand. It runs in the family," Jacob said with a smile.

The corner of Rand's mouth quirked up. "That's what I've been told." They stood in silence for several minutes. "So…um…could you tell me about my Mom?"

Jacob smiled. "I can do that. Got somewhere where we can talk?"

Sorry for the shortness, but mind is fried. Reviewing returns mind...