A/N: Hehehe! Do you think I'd actually tell you WITHOUT more than a one chapter wait? Ha! The more reviews I get the faster you'll know. Oh, and one little thing - THIS IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN A S/J STORY!

"Jack!" They heard the scream come from down the hall. "The baby's coming! I don't think I'll make it to the room!"

"You'll make it Care Bear, you'll make it!" Sam lifted her head as her face went white; she knew that voice all too well.

The woman screamed again in pain as another contraction hit her. The group of doctors, nurses, and the woman in labor and her 'husband' came around the corner of the hall Sam, Daniel, Hammond and Dr. McLory were standing in. Daniel and Hammond recognized the man immediately as Jack O'Neill, but they couldn't place the woman.

Sam, too, recognized Jack straight away, but the woman could have been his sister for all she knew. But somehow, she knew in her heart that the woman grasping Jack O'Neill's hand, like Sam should have fifteen years to the day before, was his wife.

Before Jack could spot Sam, she dashed into her daughter's room and shut the door behind her with a loud clang.

It was only when the door was closed, leaving the small family alone, did the tears start to fall from Sam's eyes again. JJ, seeing his mother's distress, left Esther in the very capable hands of Abby, and comforted his mother.

"Shh, Mom," he whispered as he stroked her hair. "What's wrong?"

"You're father's here," was all Sam was able to say before JJ and Abby were out the door, looking for the man they loved and cared for even though he didn't know about them, leaving Sam to sob harder by herself.

By the time the two siblings had reached the hallway, all they could see was the retreating form of their father as he got into an elevator. When Jack looked up, he locked eyes with Abby and thought he was seeing a ghost. She looked so much like a young Samantha Carter that it scared him shitless.

Abby looked at her father and saw recognition filter through his eyes, even at the distance. He would be back down to their floor, looking for them as soon as he was able.

Fifteen minutes later found Dr. McLory doing the rounds with her other patients, and a small family group waiting in the waiting room for their Esther to wake up. Aylen had told them that only two people could be in the room with the sleeping girl at a time, so at the moment JJ and Sam were sitting vigilantly at the teen's bedside.

Abby sighed; she couldn't handle the 'doing nothing' stage of hospitals very much longer. She rose from her seat and looked at her uncle and grandfather, "I'm going to find the cafeteria and see if it's still open. Do either of you want to come with me?"

George shook his head as he looked at the forlorn expression Daniel wore on his face – the younger man was obviously trying to find a way to blame the current situation on himself. George got out his wallet and passed some money to Abby so she could get some food before she walked off.

Looking for the cafeteria wasn't the right word to use; she already knew precisely where it was. What she was doing, however, was trying to find an alternate, alternate route to get there.

The cafeteria was nearly void of all human existence, save a few orderlies and doctors on their breaks. Most of the cafeteria staff knew the Carter triplets well, having seen them very often when their 'trouble streak' came into view.

Abby went up to the counter and noticed that the man behind it was one of her friends from Sam's science class who worked nights at the hospital. "Hi, Tom," she said sadly.

The young man of about twenty flashed her a concerned smile with his African American features. "Hello, Abby. What's wrong?"

Abby sighed, "Pete's back. Esther got knocked up pretty bad."

Tom frowned, while he was not as fond of Esther as he was of Abigail, he was always saddened to hear of harm coming to any of the three siblings. "Do you want company while you eat your Jell-O?" He said, motioning towards the red bowl of Jell-O Abby had in her hands, "I don't know how you can stand it, but you shouldn't be alone right now."

Abby smiled again sadly, "What about work?"

He scoffed playfully, "There's hardly even anyone here. I'll tell you what, we'll sit close to the counter so I can see if someone wants to buy something, okay? Good."

Tom put one of his big arms around Abby's shoulders and led her to a table close by. Come to think of it, he looked like he could be related to Teal'c, actually. They both had the same body type and eyes.

He watched her eat in silence, knowing that he couldn't say anything to make her feel any better, and just being glad that she was eating something and not ignoring her body like she had a tendency to do when Esther or JJ got sick. Strange as it may seem to most who saw the two together, but the giant of a man was hopelessly in love with his teacher's fifteen-year-old petite, blonde daughter.

Tom didn't see him walk in, but Abby did. "You have another customer, Tommy," she whispered, not wanting him to leave and taking comfort in his familiar presence.

There was only one person who knew what Abby truly felt for Tom the Goliath, and that was her mother. Strange as it might seem to other mothers, Samantha Carter found no fault in the feelings her daughter shared with her student. After all, she was ten years younger than her children's father and Abby could have done much worse than falling for a man with a steady income. She could have fallen for her CO.

Tom sighed and got up from his seat to serve the man who had just walked in. The black giant immediately saw the customer's curious nature and didn't like the way he kept on looking at Abby. He rung up the red Jell-O and coffee the silver haired man had selected and glared at him, "Anything else, sir?"

The stranger nodded, "Yeah, do you know the name of that girl right there?" he asked, pointing to Abigail.

Tom's scowl deepened, "As a matter of fact, I do. But if you really want to know who she is, I suggest you ask her yourself."

The older gentleman nodded, "I think I'll do just that," he said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

The Colossus was livid at the nerve of the man. How dare he! Why, he was old enough to be Abby's father!

"Is this seat taken?" He asked as he met Abby's eyes for the second time in as many hours.

"I was wondering when you'd find me," she said, indicating that he could sit down.

He sighed, "Well, I've been looking for about the past half an hour. You, young lady, are a hard person to track down." He wagged his finger at her disapprovingly.

Abby's gaze remained cold. Oh, she knew exactly who the stranger was – and she wanted to make him suffer just a little bit more before revealing all that she knew… or at least some of it. "I'm told I take after my father in that respect, sir."

At this he stopped what he was doing and looked at her seriously, "I'm not sure if you're the right person, and this may sound strange, but what's your mother's name?"

The young girl was silent for a few minutes, contemplating whether she should tell him or give him a phony name. The desperate look in his eyes decided her. "Dr. Samantha Jean-Louise Carter."

The silver haired man closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you know who I am?"

Abby nodded, "Yep. I know exactly who you are. The question is, do you know who I am?"

Brown eyes met blue, and in that look, both conveyed their feelings to the other. "No, no I don't."

Abby's gaze softened a little, "May I introduce myself? I am Abigail Janet-Lee O'Neill. The youngest of three."

His tan face darkened, "Your mother had other children before you, then? Half-siblings?"

A smirk graced Abby's face, "No, I'm the youngest out of three triplets." Her eyes became sad as she looked into his deep brown ones, "You missed out on so much, Dad. Maybe if you had been there none of this would have ever happened." Her eyes became moist, but she refused to let the tears fall, the stubbornness of a Carter and pig headedness of an O'Neill.

"None of what?" he asked with concern.

A/N: All of you know, of course what she's talking about, but I thought this would be an appropriate place to stop this. Always leave 'em wanting more!

P.S. What do you guys think of Tom?