When Jack left the room Sam started to unpack her bag. When she packed she hadn't know how long they would be here, heck now that she thought about it, she still had no idea.
It wasn't long before Jack came back. When she opened the door Jack stood there "hey, has it been a half an hour already?" she asked
"Umm, no I was just…I thought I should tell you a bit more about…" Jack trailed off, waving his hand to indicate to the house.
Sam nodded and moved back into the room. Sam sat on the bed while Jack sat on the old chest at the end of the bed. "Ok, the easiest thing to do is for you to ask and me to answer" Jack said.
"Umm, I don't have anything to ask at the moment" Sam said.
Jack shrugged his shoulders "Ok, well let's go downstairs, you're going to love mums stew" he said, rubbing his stomach.
Their dinner was lovely and Jack was right, his mother was a great cook. After dinner all the kids went down to the play room while the adults moved into one of the sitting rooms.
The topic of conversation was the funeral, so the room was very solemn. It was going to be a family funeral so they had a lot to discuss. After awhile Jack's brothers and sisters went to get their kids and head off to bed. Dixon and Sib were the first to leave They had four kids, Sara and James, 9 and Hannah and Tim 7. Sib was also pregnant, so they had another two kids on the way.
Not long after that Jack's brother Mac and his wife Maria headed off. They just had two kids, Mickey and Abby, both 6. Jennings and Mel left at the same time; they had two boys Aaron and Luke 8. Sean and his wife Cara also had four kids; Shane and Ciara were 5 and Jenni and Nicola were 7.
Kris was the last to go put her kids to bed. She and her husband Jimmy had six kids'. Four boys, Keith 15, Jordan 10, Caleb 10, Andrew 13, and two girls, Callie 13 and Jasmine 15.
That left John, Lea, Patch, Mick, Sahara, Jack and Sam. Jack went to get Cleo and came back with her in his arms a few minutes later. He sat down on the sofa next to Sam and placed Cleo on his lap. They all started talking about one thing or another.
Sam was looking at the little girl sitting on her CO's lap. Jack had told her on the flight over that she was five. Sam looked at her and smiled; she had pulled Jack's dog tags out from under his shirt. Her mind was pulled from the child when Sahara asked her a question.
"So Sam, how long have you known 'J'?"
"What, nearly six years now?" she asked Jack, who just nodded.
"Ok, do you have any good stories?" she asked. Jack frowned at his little sister, but Cleo spoke before he could say anything.
"Yea, yea story 'bout unkie 'J'" Sam looked at him.
"Sorry Sir, but there's just know way I can say no to her." Jack slumped his shoulders and gave in, so Sam thought about which story she wanted to tell. "Umm, lets see, oh I know a good one" Jack groaned, knowing this was bound to be bad. "There was this time he played golf in Cheyenne Mountain" Jack looked at her.
"How did you know that?" he asked in a hi-pitched voice.
"T told me" she said proudly.
Jack looked a little nervous, "What else did he tell you about that…experience?" the only thing he could think about was the kiss.
"Umm, you made pottery, rode a bike thru the base, and what else, oh yeah, you taught him how to juggle."
"Is that all he told you" he asked, still a little worried. She nodded, Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Was there more?" she asked.
"No, no, nothing" he said "come on little angel, let's get you to bed" he said picking up Cleo.
"But I'm (yawn) not tired."
"Well, we were all just about to head off to bed to munchkin, I'm pooped" Mick said, standing next to Jack and putting a hand thru her hair. "Ok, unkie Jack will you tuck me in?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said and moved toward the hall.
"Night grandpa, grammy, unkie Mick, auntie Sahara, Miss Sam" there was a chorus of good nights.
Mick sat back down in the seat he had been occupying. "Dad, do you know whose going to take Cleo?"
John looked at his wife then back to his youngest son. "The lawyers won't tell us anything until the reading of her will, but if I had to put money on it I'd say Jack" Mick nodded.
"Well I'm going to go get some shut eye, I've been up for God only knows how many hours" Sahara said and Mick nodded in agreement. "Night mum, dad, Sam" they both said.
Once they were both gone Sam looked around at the pictures on the walls; she looked at one picture in particular and frowned. She stood and moved over to it and John and Lea both looked at Sam.
"Is something the matter?" John asked coming up behind her.
Sam pointed to the picture "When was this?" It was a picture of four men and a girl who she assumed was Alex at a younger age.
John smiled "Oh that, umm…Lea do you remember?" Lea came over to see the picture.
"Yes, that was about 1984; Alex was assigned to them after Jack went MIA."
"Oh yes, they're-"
"General Ryan, Senator Hays, General Hammond and General Carter" Sam said, John looked at her.
"How did you-"
He was cut off by Jack walking in "Well Cleo's out cold" he looked puzzled at Sam's angry face. "What?" he asked.
"My dad apparently worked with Alex" Sam said, Jack frowned.
"When?" Jack asked.
"Umm, we think it was in about 1984" Lea said. Jack moved to look at the picture.
"Is that Hammond?" he asked, Sam smiled and nodded "and Ryan" he laughed. "I wonder if Hammond knew she was my sis."
Sam shrugged her shoulders "If she was anything like you I'd say he and dad may have put two and two together." She said and then yawned, "Sorry."
Jack looked at the photo again, and then pointed at it to Sam "Look Hammond and your dad have HAIR! I'm so getting a copy of this." Sam started laughing at the way he said it, as if he never knew they had hair.
"Well, we have seen the general with hair, remember?" she said, thinking of the incident when they went back to 1969.
"Oh yeah" was all Jack said. And then he mumbled "I still want a copy, it could come in handy."
"Ok, now that you both figured that out, off to bed. It's nearly midnight" Lea said.
After all the good nights were said they all went to their rooms.
TBC…