A/N: Thanks for sticking it out to all of you still reading this thing! I hope I don't disappoint.

Sam smiled up at her father and son, "Hey, guys. Charlie sleeping?"

Jacob nodded, "Yeah. How are you?"

Sam shrugged slightly, "Sore. Tired. Thanks for staying with us."

Jacob smiled down at his daughter, "There's no where else I'd rather be, Sammie."

The father and daughter was silent for a few more minutes, soaking in everything that was happening. "Have you decided on a name?" Jacob asked curiously.

"Margarete Susan O'Neill. It's the one Jack told me he wanted her named."

"It's perfect, sweetie."

Tears welled in Sam's eyes, "Thanks, Dad. I just miss him so much."

"I know," Jacob put a comforting hand on his daughter's arm. "I know you do, Sam. He'll come back. They'll find him."

"I hope you're right, Dad. I don't know if I'd be able to be a single mom."

"Major O'Neill! Major O'Neill!" a voice called to Jack out of the black fog that surrounded him. It was then that the pain hit him again and he remembered why he'd passed out in the first place.

Oh, God, his head hurt like hell! "Turn that damn light off!" he said hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, Major, I don't think we can turn off the sun," the voice now bore a slightly amused tint to it. "My name is Captain Janet Fraiser, can you tell me yours?"

"Major Jack O'Neill. Sam! Oh, God! Sam, I've gotta see Sam!"

Janet stepped back for a moment as she realized just who exactly her patient was. Sam's Jack. Oh, holy shit! This was bad … no, wait, this was good. Very, very good. Sam was going to be thrilled. "Calm down, Major. It's okay. You're going to be okay."

One of the other doctors gave him a sedative to put him back to sleep so they could move him out of the open and stabilize him at a hospital. He was in really bad shape. Relatively good shape for someone who'd just spent the last four months in an Iraqi prison cell, but bad shape for everyone else.

"Where am I?" he asked the next time he woke up long enough to get over the sensations of being drugged. He knew he was in a hospital, but where was this hospital?

"You're back stateside, Major, glad to see you're finally awake," a nurse said, smiling at him warmly. "Your wife's been pretty worried."

"My wife?" Jack asked, "What's Sam doing here? Where are the kids? I want to see my wife right now!"

The nurse disappeared and a few minutes later Sam walked in looking rather worse for wear. "Hey, baby," she said with a smile. "You scared us."

Jack tried to smile back, but a split lip and some pretty heavy bruising on his face prevented him from doing so. "I missed you," he said softly.

"We missed you, too. My belly missed you so much that it decided to come off and grow legs," Sam said with a smirk.

"Were there any problems with the birth?" Jack asked, concern coursing through his tired frame that was severely malnourished.

"I had to have a C-Section, but we're both fine. I named her Margarete Susan, just like you wanted, Jack."

Jack tried to smile, but when his face would respond to the command, he brought a hand up to stroke Sam's cheek, "Thank you, honey. I hope Maggie's a quiet little girl, at least. Or does she take after her dad?"

"She's pretty mellow, but you never know. Charlie misses you." She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse and handed it to him, "He drew this for you last week."

Jack took the paper with tears coming to his eyes. The picture was a very rough interpretation of what appeared to be a little boy being held up by his father next to his mother, who was holding a baby girl. In Sam's very recognizable script it said 'We Missed You, Daddy!' on the bottom.

Sam noticed the tired lines etched onto her husband's face, "Get some sleep, Jack. I'll bring the kids by as soon as those doctors of yours let me. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Sam."

She smiled through teary eyes and kissed his forehead lightly, "Get some sleep, honey. And get better soon, okay?"

Jack just nodded mutely, watching his beautiful wife walk out of the room before he turned back to the picture and let his son's drawing spawn dreams of peace.

Boy, it was good to be home – even if it would be weeks or months before he got to leave the hospital and actually step foot into his house again. At least he wasn't in that damned prison anymore.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Charlie jumped up and down with joy that only a five-year-old child could exuberate. Sam helped Jack up the steps to their house as he continued to get used to the damn cane they gave him until his knee became more used to the weight of his more healthy body.

"Hey, scout!" Jack said, dropping his cane and catching Charlie as he jumped up at him. "You been taking good care of your mom?"

Charlie nodded, "And Maggie! Oohhhh! Mommy, can I show him Maggie?"

Sam smiled indulgently at her son, "Don't wake her up."

Jack put Charlie down and picked up his cane, following his son down the hall to the bedroom that had been converted into a nursery for Maggie. Her crib was white, with a mobile above that played Mozart's symphonies. She lay inside, covered with a light green blanket, her big, dark blue eyes wide, staring up at the mural on the ceiling.

Jacob walked into the room, but stopped when he saw his son-in-law looking at his daughter for the first time. It reminded Jacob of the first time he'd seen Sam. He'd been on a mission when she was born and didn't get to see her until she was three weeks old. It had been love at first sight.

Sam walked up beside her father, watching her husband with care. Charlie was standing on the stool she had pulled over to the crib so he could watch his baby sister sleep, and Jack was leaning over the crib, memorizing every inch of his daughter's face.

"Is she awake?" Sam asked as she walked up to her husband, putting one hand on his back comfortingly.

"Yeah. She's so beautiful, Sam."

"She'll have your eyes. There's so much of you in her face, Jack. We've missed you."

"I've missed all of you guys, too," Jack whispered, picking up his baby daughter and securing her in the nook of one arm while the other gripped his cane, he turned to his wife with a smirk, "Now all we need is one that looks like you."

A/N: I hope none of you are disappointed I didn't go into any more detail about Jack's ordeal in Iraq - frankly the thought of him as a prisoner was depressing me and I just wanted to skip over it. We're nearing the end!