Jack just stared at Sam, unsure of what she meant, but suddenly, she fell onto the pillow- dead asleep.

"Carter?" He asked, trying to wake her up.

She wouldn't move, and Jack was about to call Janet when suddenly, he heard her whimper. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Daddy?" The cry came again, a little more urgent.

"I'm here, Charlie…" Jack said, putting his arms around Sam in a paternal embrace.

This is weird… crossed his mind, but he was too busy to worry about it.

Her eyes opened abruptly, and she started crying. "Daddy, bad men are coming after me…they're going to hurt me!"

Jack shook his head. "No, Champ, they're not. Remember, Daddy goes and takes care of the bad men."

A sad smile replaced the terror on her face. "That's why you couldn't see my home run, isn't it?"

Jack tried to keep from crying; he still resented the fact that he had been on missions for most of his son's life…

"Yeah, it is. But you know what? Mommy videotaped the game so that I can see it. Should we watch it tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"But you have to go back to sleep so tomorrow will come." Jack reasoned.

She closed her eyes obediently, but they snapped open again. "Daddy, I can still see the bad men!"

Jack thought for a minute. "How about I sing you a song?"

"Twinkle." She said, contentedly.

"Aw, I was going to sing 'Thriller.'" He said, mockingly frustrated.

"I don't like that song, Daddy."

"You are your mother's child, aren't you?" He replied, teasingly.

"Yep."

"Okay…Twinkle, twinkle, little star…" He stopped, getting slightly choked up as he sang it.

Sam sat up like an excited little girl, clapping her hands. "More, Daddy! More! Charlie likes it."

Jack looked at her, very confused. "What?"

"Charlie likes it, Daddy!"

Instantly, another entity took over. "Grace! It's not your turn! Go play with Mommy for a little while."

The little girl resurfaced. "But, Charlie! I've already played with Mommy! I want to play with Daddy!" She returned her attention to Jack. "Daddy, do you know how to blow bubbles?"

"Grace," came a warning voice from Charlie.

"Fine," the little girl said before allowing Charlie to surface for a greater amount of time.

"Sorry, Dad. Grace is just a little upset because her mom is trying to teach her how to read, and all Grace wants to do is play with bubbles and sing 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.' But enough about that…let's talk about what's going on."

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