A/N:I'm back! Well temporarily at least, since I technically don't have a computer at this point, seeing as how Santa's little helpers whisked it off to be fixed. But with the use of the shared family computer here is chapter 19 FINALLY. Hope y'all like it and please review, I have missed your comments immensely since this story was put on temporary hold due to rl and technical difficulties.

Oh yeah, there's a quote from Casablanca in here that I don't own (naturally) but couldn't resist putting in. also, I list a series of ranks, and if I forgot one, or several, sorry, I don't actually know much about the Air Force and I certainly don't know much about the ranks.

Chapter 19

"Come on George let her out. She meant no disrespect and you have to agree Anise had it coming," Jacob pleaded with his best friend. He never thought he would be pleading the case of an O'Neill, much less one he knew so little about, although from her reaction to Anise's comment about young women romantically linked with older men, he could guess that she wasn't Jack's second wife or anything like that.

"She's a civilian George, you, I, and certainly she knows that she doesn't actually have to follow orders. And I'm willing to bet that the SGC is her primary assignment and the Academy Hospital is only ever going to call her in for consults. They don't really need her, and probably expect to never actually see her, so why the hard line with her?"

"I know, but she's new and very used to running her own show. And while I do know that she meant no disrespect I can't give the impression that just because she's my second's daughter I'm going to tolerate from her what everyone knows I would never tolerate from anyone.

"She's Jack's DAUGHTER? Jacob nearly fell out of his chair at that little revelation.

"Yes she is. He did a good job raising her on his own too. Like Sam, she's come out of a predominately single parent military household and done very well for herself."

"How old was he?"

"Too young, but Jack and Kate both managed and as a bonus the Air Force got a fantastic airman to boot."

"What? How? When? And that girl is nothing like Sam, don't even think of comparing them."

"Jake, calm down. Both Sam and Kate are the leaders of their respective fields, they both have fathers who love and support them and they both have come out of similar households. That's all I meant. That said, Dr. O'Neill is very much her father's daughter. I'm willing to bet she believes she's in the brig solely for attacking Anise."

"How much?" Jake asked.

"$20"

"Come on George where's your sense of adventure?"

"Alright, $50." All joking aside George knew his long time friend was extremely worried and getting more so by the minute, he hadn't gotten his two stars for his looks after all. "Jake, we will find them. This is SG-1, I have all the faith in the universe in them."

"I know, and so do I. but this is SG-1 we're talking about George. The reason they're so good at getting out of bad situations is that they have so much practice.

"Go talk to Kate , Jake. Maybe it'll help you both."

"And get both of us out of your hair?" Jake smirked.

"Leave my hair out of this. Besides you're getting there my friend."

"Getting there George. I'm not there yet."

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Kate was alone in the brig when Jacob arrived, and bored out of her mind. Since Hank actually did have to work on occasion, although he was better avoiding paperwork than her father according to her sources. But with everyone off doing what they were paid to do, she had no one to talk to and no one had even left her with a yo-yo or even a piece of string to occupy her hands. Lying on the hard metal cot, she stared at the dull ceiling and loudly, so to annoy the guards who wouldn't come in to talk with her or even give her something, anything, to occupy her hands or her mind, she chanted, "Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored." As she had been amusing herself this way for the last 10 minutes or so, she knew the guards were sick of it.

"Great torture method, how long do you think they can take it?" the voice of Jacob Carter startled her out of her almost hypnotic chant.

"Wha? Oh, I don't know, not much LONGER I hope. All I'm really hoping for is someone to talk to or something to play with."

"What is it with you O'Neill's and short attention spans? I swear, I don't know how SG-1 or George, even, put up with Jack. Do both of you have ADD or something?" Jacob grinned, he could understand why she would be bored though. There was really nothing to do, and she had already caught up on the sleep she'd missed while Hebron was her patient.

"As far as I know, neither of us have ADD, but it would explain a few things wouldn't it?" she grinned back, wondering how much Jacob knew.

"So," Jacob started, with Selmak screaming at him to stop, that this was a really bad idea, "what was it like having a teenage father growing up?"

The grin disappeared off her face, to her mind he had no right to ask that. Very few people had the right to that and this man, this General, certainly wasn't one of them. "What my life was like growing up is none of your business General Carter. Both I and my father do have the right to a private life."

"Yes you do. But your father is not only my daughter's CO, but is also attached to her in more ways than one, and certainly more ways than he's technically allowed. So you can understand my wanting to know more about him." Jacob's voice was as icy as Kate's. Selmak was screaming at him to stop this foolishness, but he had learned to block the massive migraines she caused and he was very good at maintaining primary control of his body. Needless to say, Selmak always hated hi "blundering interferences" with his daughter's life, as she called them.

"You need know nothing more about him than you have for the past six years. Nothing about him has changed and as for any "attachments," he has always formed close bonds with his teammates. They allowed him some degree of normalcy, which by my mere existence I destroyed. Believe me, my father is above all else a gentleman…"

"Ha! If he was then you wouldn't be the age you are!" Jacob interrupted.

"Or I wouldn't exist at all? Believe me General, I have heard all this before, and so has Dad. But what I don't understand is how you can suddenly not respect a man whom you have know and worked with for so long over something as trivial as the age of his ONLY LIVING CHILD." Her tone had, if possible, gotten icier. She didn't want this, she was so very tired of this. Sometimes it felt like her life has been dominated by ages. Of how close hers was to her father's, and she was sick of it. She had tired long ago of being Airman, Sergeant, Master Chief, Lieutenant, Captain, Major, Lt. Colonel, and Colonel O'Neill's daughter. And she didn't want to return to that, her worlds had had collided as much as his had and she was just as determined as he was to maintain some of their own independent identity that had developed in their years apart.

Selmak, sensing that as bad this was, it was headed for worse, increased her chastisement of Jacob's assumptions and behaviors. She included a few remarks about what Sam would think of all of this and how she would react. Jacob softened to that one and the nail in the coffin was Selmak's remarks about how much the young Doctor had done for Hebron and Tanith and how her actions were parts of Jack O'Neill that Jacob intensely respected and liked. Finally, after ten minutes of intense mind-bending arrangement between symbiote and host, and ten minutes of world class death glares between the two humans, Jacob gave in.

"I apologize. Nothing I have said since walking in here has been warranted. I have never been given any reason to doubt Jack O'Neill or his intentions and by doing so now I have betrayed his trust in me."

"Is that you or the…..symbiote talking?"

"Me. Although it was Selmak who caused and beat in this little epiphany. But I am truly sorry."

"Apology accepted. I didn't really have the right to yell at you like that. But you can prove your sincerity to me."

"Prove it? How?"

"Get me outta here before I go bonkers, nutso, three fries short of a happy meal, crazy!"

"Eh...maybe….possibly……"

She glared at him again, the full force O'Neill death glare that she had learned and perfected over a lifetime.

"I already talked to him and I will again. You should be out of there soon."

"Good. Then we can concentrate on finding them."

"Instead of nervously waiting?"

"I've had a lifetime of that, and here now, I have the ability to actually look foe my father and his team. Which option do you think I'm going to take?"

"Doc, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Jacob clasped her hand through the bars.