Jack was just finishing up his "lesson plans" for the training sessions that day when there was a knock on his office door. Normally, he would have been writing his reports in the commissary over cake and jell-o, but he'd told Sean to come see him and it wouldn't do to make his son come looking for him.

"Come," he said just loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door would hear.

The door opened and allowed Sean and another to enter Jack's office. He immediately recognized the man with his son as recruit #1, Lt. Adams. Of course he hadn't learned the man's name until he'd been relieved as the evaluating officer.

"Sean," he said, nodding to his son. "Lt. Adams, what brings you here?"

"General Hammond ordered we stay in pairs at all times, sir." He shifted from foot to foot, nervously.

"Please, sit down, you guys are making me nervous." Jack motioned to the seats across his desk. The two sat down, though Lt. Adams was noticeably fidgety.

"Sean, something's been bothering me since the other night, but before I can say anything, we need to figure out what to do with Lt. Adams here." Jack was purposely looking disapproving, while the young man fidgeted in front of him, his face hid anything he might have been feeling and Jack knew he was already picking up on what he thought a good leader needed.

"Relax Adams, it's nothing serious, to you."

"I've known him since I joined up, I trust him to know you're being fair."

Adams looked between the two, confused about what they would be talking about.

Jack gave a nod to Sean and leaned back in his chair. Sean nodded back and cleared his throat before speaking. "This is Jackson Adams. Jack, this is Colonel Jonathan O'Neill, my dad."

"I thought you said you'd never met your dad?" Adams threw the two a skeptical look, not sure whether to believe them or not. The smirk on Sean's face and the, well, odd look in the Colonel's eyes told him it was no joke.

"I hadn't until Monday." Sean swallowed nervously. "Um, was there a reason you called me in here, Dad?"

"Yeah, there's something that's been bothering me. You told me your mom called me up right after your Charlie died, but we've been writing back and forth for a few months prior. I've got pictures of you guys."

"Poppy Matt called last night to check on all of us. I told him about everything and he told me that…" Sean paused, heaving a sigh. "That Nan's been intercepting your letters. She's been the one you've been talking to."

"You're kidding, right? My own mother?" Jack flopped back into his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is crazy."

"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't know any of this when we came over the other night." Sean's eyes dropped sadly.

"Hey, none of this is your fault, or Colin's, or your mother's. It's your idiotic grandparents I need to have a talk with. We'll see what Hammond can give us once your training's over."

Jack leaned forward and rested his head on his hands, staring at his son.

"We should probably let you get back to work." Sean nodded and stood up. Jack stood with him and held out his hand to the men.

"See you in a few. And Adams, remember we will be fair in everything."

A/N: Okay, the moment i've been dreading since i started posting this story has come. I finished ch. 25, but 26 is just started so once i post 25, postings will be far and few between. (Yes i know i said that bass ackwards, it's just a saying lol)