A/N: So... Quick enough for ya! Thankyou for your wonderful reviews last time, it really motivated me to get this chapter out so quick. i did it all tonight, it's short, sorry, but i hope you like it.

Oh, God, I gotta stop sleeping on the ground. Jack groaned and rolled over onto his stomach stretching his back out to release the kinks. He winced when he felt the concession of pops surge down his spine. Yep, he definitely wasn't as young as he used to be.

He rolled back over onto his side and elbowed Sean, rousing the Lt. He was instantly awake, although he savored just laying there a minute.

"Man. How many more days are we here for?" he grumbled.

"We're going home tonight. C'mon" Jack slapped the side of Sean's leg and hopping up.

The two quickly packed their sleeping bags up off Laira's floor and tucked everything away into their packs. Everyone was already over at Garan and Naytha's for breakfast like every other morning SG-1 had been on Edora. They headed over, both deep in thought.

"I miss her, Dad," Sean whispered, suddenly.

"Your mom?"

Sean shook his head. "No. Well, her too, but I meant Trish. She had to go through Charlie's birthday alone."

Jack cuffed him on the shoulder, but didn't drop it. "She wasn't, just like you weren't. Sam was with her."

"Yeah, I guess. I just didn't think it'd be this hard to leave her. Stargate. Instant travel, right?" Sean smiled sheepishly.

Jack nodded. "Hey, I know what you mean."

The two men entered Garan's home to the delicious smell of their breakfast just finishing. Laira turned to greet them.

"Jack, can I speak to you after breakfast?" she asked.

Jack jumped his eyebrows in acknowledgement and sat down next to Daniel. To say the group ate in silence would just be wrong on so many levels of wrong. The only reason they weren't louder was because Samantha was sleeping in her parents room.

Sean and Daniel decided they were going to clean up and Jack and Laira headed outside into the sun. Jack didn't miss the look he got from Toran and gave the man a knowing nod, promising to take care of his wife.

The two walked for a ways, but Jack was more uncomfortable now than when he'd first seen her after stepping out of the Stargate.

"So, uh, Toran, seems like a nice guy," Jack started.

"He is. He's wonderful."

"That's good. Where are his children?"

Laira smiled at Jack's lame attempt at small talk. That had definitely never been the man's forte.

"They are staying with Toran's sister while you and your teams are here. We did not want them to get in your way."

He smiled at her honesty. "You know they wouldn't."

"Yes, well. How is Samantha?"

Jack's face immediately lit up at the mention of her name. "She's doing pretty good. Staying Earth-side for the most part."

"You love her," Laira blurted out, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah, I – uh, what?" He turned to her and grasped her elbow gently.

"I saw it, before she left. I guess all that time I'd been wishing maybe you'd forget about her in time." She shrugged, and continued walking until she reached the side rails of the bridge over the stream. She sat against it and waited for Jack to catch up.

"I don't think that would have been possible," he answered.

"I know. That was why I let you go so easily. I helped Toran settle Palen and Cora. We were joined about 30days after their return. We both already mourned for one hundred days over our losses. You were never mine to mourn over."

Jack rubbed her back in circles as he sat next to her. It was something he'd remembered from when Sara was pregnant. His backrubs were to die for, at least that's what she used to say.

"Toran's nervous. We have only 150 days left to prepare."

Jack looked down at the ground while he mentally did the math. Five months.

"You're only four months along?"

"Months? There are about 270 days before a child is born."

"It's about 120 days."

"That sounds right."

Jack's smile broadened. He couldn't wait to tell Sam. This was great news. As much as he loved children, it made him relax knowing he wouldn't have to jump a wormhole to visit one.

"That's why you've been trying to avoid me. You thought maybe the child was yours. That was what I wanted, and what I had hoped for, but when you were rescued, I was glad it didn't happen."

Jack nodded, understanding exactly where she was coming from.

"I noticed Sean has been awfully quiet."

Jack sighed. "His son's birthday passed while we were here. He was born early and died three months, er, about 90 days later. His wife's expecting another baby and he's worried about her."

"Understandable."

Jack was starting to get frustrated. He could tell Laira was stalling for some reason. He stood up and paced in front of her. "Pardon me for being blunt," he said sarcastically. "But if the baby's not mine, why did you want to talk to me?"

"Jack… About 13 days after you left four men and two boys, one about eight of our years-"

"So about six of ours?" Jack interrupted.

"Yes. The other was maybe around ten, came through the Stargate. The boys' eyes were covered, but we didn't see them until they were being dragged back through. I thought the men were sent by you so I greeted them. When I mentioned your name the older boy started yelling his name, saying his father was Colonel Jack O'Neill."

Jack's face paled visibly and he shrank down to sit on the wooden slats of the bridge. Three sons. Two were alive and well, but one was dead. No. "What…" Jack swallowed. "What did he say his name was?"

Laira looked Jack straight in the eyes. "Charlie. He said his name was Charlie O'Neill."

Oh God. Jack stood up and started to walk off before he remembered Laira was still sitting on the railing. He held out his hand to help her up.

"Thank you," he choked out. "But we need to get back to the SGC immediately."

"Jack. I just thought you should know." Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.

"I know. Could you describe any of the men to me?" He stopped his rush back to the village and turned back to her.

"Just the one. He got upset when I asked if you had sent them. He was tall, big around the shoulders. He had a temper a bit like Paynan's." She smiled at that, but quickly turned serious again. "He had red hair and he wore a white shirt with a black jacket and pants. His shoes were shiny and black as well."

Only one image popped into Jack's mind. McGrady. It didn't make sense though. How would he have access to a Stargate? No, it was just his prejudice. It had to be. Other than Laira's description there was no proof it was him. Still, they had to get back home soon. At least he had some good news for Sam.

Jack grabbed the radio off his shoulder and keyed the mic. "Sierra Gulf One-Seven niner, this is Sierra Gulf One niner."

"Griswold here, Sir."

"Gather your team and meet at the Gate in ten."

"Roger. Griswold out."

"Dad?"

"Get the rest of SG-1. We're heading home now."

"Got it."

"Laira, thank you." He gave her a hug and ran off to join the teams and head back to Earth. This new information put a whole new spin on his life. It just got weirder and weirder.

A/N: soooo, what'd ya think? please review pretty pretty please? i hope it wasn't to stupid, it's about quarter til 2 in the morning here so i hope it makes sense. i almost cut it off when Jack asks about the name, but i couldn't do that to you. that and i couldn't figure out how to cut it and make that work. so, 2 more chaps and this one's done! obviously there's a sequel in the works so don't worry, and for those of you who've been following since i first posted, the third young man won't be introduced for a while yet, maybe a few stories down the road, sorry!

anyway, please r and r and maybe i can kick out the last two quickly.