A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and reviews for this story. It really means a lot to me that so many of you have stuck through this all the way from "Jack's Family"!

Kristie watched the man who looked exactly like her uncle did when she first arrived on his doorstep thirteen years before. Part of her wanted to think that it was him and run into his arms to be held, just like she did when she was a little girl. But the bigger part of her knew that it wasn't him and that it was just a man who looked and acted a lot like he did in her reality.

"Come on, Mom," Raesha said through the tears that streamed down her face, "Let's get some cake and go see how everyone else is doing."

"Okay, sweetie, Chocolate or white?"

Raesha thought for a minute before voicing her dessert of choice, "Green Jell-O."

Kristie smiled, "Okay, then. Go get you're Jell-O, I'll get my cake and we'll meet up at the table."

"Sounds great."

Soon they both joined the swelling group at the table that actually consisted of three smaller tables pushed together. Raesha sat down in between Cosette and Jacquie while Kristie and Jack had a stare off.

"Hi," the mother of seven said to the man before her.

"Hello," Jack responded shakily. "Is that cake?"

Kristie smirked in a manner the members of SG-1 recognized as an O'Neill trademark. "Yep, it is, Jack." She handed him one of the two pieces she held, "I figured you hadn't gotten a piece yet and the Sergeant at the counter said it was the last one."

The tension left Jack's body as quickly as it had come. This woman was so similar to his niece, but the last conversation Jack had had with Kristina had been an argument and her final words to him were "I wish you'd just die and leave me alone!" He hoped he'd find a way to get past those words with the help of this woman.

"She loved you a lot more than she could ever let you know," Kristie said plainly as she sat down next to her children.

"How do you know that?" Jack asked, trying to figure out how she had known that the her in this reality was dead.

"Because this reality is almost exactly the same as the one we come from – thirteen years ago." It was Raesha who answered, however, not her mother. "Because you're my Uncle Jack, but sixteen years ago you had a falling out with my mom and she was in a car crash. In our reality she survived, in this one she obviously didn't."

"Raesha, be nice," Kristie told her daughter in a firm tone of voice. "Just because you're upset about what Dr. Lam told us doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone else."

The ten-year-old (who acted around sixteen or twenty) turned her temper onto her mother, "Mom, I know you're just as upset about it as I am. They tampered with me while you were pregnant. Who knows what they did to the twins!"

"You father wouldn't let me near any remotely dangerous situation when I was pregnant with them," Kristie tried to explain. "I was the most protected woman on the planet while I was pregnant with the twins. My pregnancy with you was different and you know that, Raesha."

The adults from that reality watched the display with concern. None of them really knew what was going on, but they knew it was important.

"Was it different because Thor was monitoring it, Mother? Or was it because of your fight with Khalek?"

"That's not fair, Raesha," Kristie said, her eyes wide and imploring. "The entire galaxy was at risk with him alive. You know it was the only way that I had of knowing he would be gone for good."

Raesha looked down; part of her did know that, but another part of her also knew that in those first few months when her mother was pregnant with her Kristie was terribly lax in protecting her child. "Was it a necessary part of the plan to get thrown into a wall?"

"Hey." Kristie grabbed Raesha's chin and made her daughter look at her, "Justin gave you back to me. After I woke up I couldn't feel you any more, Raesha. By all rights and purposes I shouldn't even have known I was pregnant. But guess what? I did know, and Justin was able to save you before you were even two months in my womb. That's what made your telepathy so strong, Rae. Do you really think I wouldn't do it all over again if it meant that I got you?"

Raesha closed her eyes, the tears threatening to escape were too much for her to bear. Mommy, she said telepathically. Kristie gathered her daughter up into her arms, conscious and yet uncaring of the many eyes turned toward them.

Someone cleared their throat, causing Kristie to look up. It was Dr. Lam, who was standing just a few feet away from the table. "Dr. O'Connor? May I speak with you?"

"What is it?" Kristie asked, her tone clearly illustrating that she didn't appreciate the interruption, not relinquishing her hold on her daughter.

"I, uh, noticed something interesting in the results of your blood test," Dr. Lam looked around nervously at the people now watching her intently.

"What?" Kristie asked, wondering why the poor woman seemed so nervous.

"I'm not sure it's something you want broadcast to the whole base," Caroline finally said after a few minutes of nervous silence and shuffling of feet.

Kristie looked around the commissary, noting the many heads that turned back to their tables at Dr. Lam's comment. "Don't you all have jobs to do?" she asked patronizingly. "The world doesn't save itself, you know!"

The numerous airmen and scientists scurried off to their various labs and offices to find something to do. With a well trained fake smile on her face, Kristie turned back to Dr. Lam; "Now, what was wrong with my results?"

Deciding to bite the bullet, Caroline simply said, "You're pregnant."

A/N: Any words of advice? Funny phrases? Interesting anicdotes that you care to share with the class? I'm accepting everything BUT flames - constructive criticism is okay, though.