A/N: Hehehe. I couldn't stand to make you guys wait any longer for Jacob's answer! I hope you like it!

That day, Jack was unusually quiet. Finally, about halfway through lunch, one of his friends, Gary, came and found Sam in the library.

"Sam?" he asked tentatively (she was engrossed in her history homework). She looked up, surprised about the interruption.

"Yes? Do I know you?" she asked. Usually she had a very good memory when it came to names, and this boy did look familiar, but somehow she just couldn't place him. Maybe it was her excitement about getting a 'possibly' from her father about staying in Minnesota for the rest of the school year.

He sighed, "I'm Gary Stephan, one of Jack's friends. We're on the hockey team together?" he reminded her.

"OH. Yeah. What can I do for you?" she asked, motioning for him to take a seat.

He let a deep breathe out noisily as he sat down. "Well, it's more like what you can do for Jack. He's been really quiet today and I was wondering if you knew why."

Sam furrowed her brow as she thought about it. "He's probably just upset that I have to go back to Russia in a couple of weeks."

"You're Russian?"

"No, my dad's in the Air Force. He was just reassigned to the US Embassy in Russia."

Gary thought about it, "That could be it. You should talk to him, though. He's always happy after he talks to you."

Sam looked at him strangely before turning back to her assignment. Gary stayed around for a couple more seconds, standing there within the library uncomfortably. Finally, Sam couldn't take it anymore, "What now?"

Gary looked truly frightened by her tone of voice, "A-aren't you going to talk to him right now?"

"I'm in the middle of my history homework. I have to finish this before school gets out so I can help Jack with his because for some reason he needs every little thing explained to him twenty times. When I'm done with this, I'll go and talk to Jack."

Gary seemed satisfied with that and soon left Sam in peace to finish her history homework before she tackled the problem of addressing Jack O'Neill.

"You know, I hear that it's polite to actually respond with more than two words when you're friends are talking to you," Sam said chastising Jack in a perfect imitation of his mother…but she didn't know that.

Jack glanced up at her before turning his attention back to the trees in the distance. "Why should I when you're leaving anyway?"

Sam motioned his other friends to leave the two in peace as she replied, "I may not be going after all."

That got Jack's attention almost as well as if Sam had taken off her top. "What? But you told me that your dad's reassignment starts in two weeks."

Sam looked down at her hands, "He is. But I may be able to stay here for the rest of the school year." Jack started to look much more elated, but before he could get overly worked up, Sam hastened to add, "He hasn't said 'yes' yet – only an 'I'll think about it.' I'm getting an answer tonight hopefully."

Jack's arms soon engulfed Sam in a hug. "I pray to God you can stay."

That night, when Jacob got home, he found Sam and Jack playing a board game in the living room, laughing carelessly.

Jacob looked at both of them oddly before asking, "Where's Belle?"

Sam looked up mid roll at her father, "She's finishing up her homework in her room."

"She gets homework from the daycare?"

"No, I gave her homework from her courses for next year because she was thinking too much," Sam replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"She gets that from you, Sam. You know that right?" Jacob said to his daughter with a smile on his lips.

Sam shrugged, "So? She's too young to be thinking so much." She glanced at Jack, not saying a word. He got the hint immediately.

"Well, I forfeit. Risk is too long to play a full game anyway. You win, Sam. See you Monday," the eighteen-year-old got up, grabbed his backpack and jacket and walked out the door with a nod to Colonel Carter.

Sam began to clear away the board game. As she worked Jacob took off his jacket and hung it in the closet. He sat down in a chair with a sigh. Sam was almost done when she finally asked, "Did you think about it enough?"

"Yes."

"Yes to what?" Sam looked up, hope and fear in her eyes.

"Yes, I thought about it," Jacob paused, not wanting to say what he was about to but knowing that it was best for Sam, "And yes, you can stay."

Sam's squeal of glee was heard in Belle's bedroom and was enough to cause the young girl to emerge from her solitude, wondering why her Auntie Sam was squealing.

Jack picked Sam up for the dance at precisely 1955, just to make sure they got there on time. He was dressed impressively as the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz, not knowing what Sam was going as because she wanted it to be a surprise. He knocked on the door and Colonel Carter himself, looking rather worn and tired, soon answered it.

He nodded to the young man, "Jack. Thank God you're here. Sam's been acting like a madwoman all night."

"Hey! I heard that!" Sam shouted from the bottom of the stairs. She was dressed rather convincingly in a Dorothy costume. She even had on a brown wig and a picnic basket with a stuffed Toto, to boot. She smiled, "Hello, Mr. Scarecrow."

As they were walking out the door, Sam yelled at her father, "By, Dad. See you later."

"Don't forget! Home by 0100!" Jacob yelled back. "Have fun!" As the car drove away, he added quietly, "But not too much fun. You're still a minor, Sammie."

A/N: I just had to add that last line - it's such a Dad thing to say (actually, a parent thing to say). Please review!