Author's notes: WOW! I've been truly overwhelmed by the response I had to the first chapter! It's unbelievable! Thank you so much! 19 reviews so far as well it being added to 2 favourites and 27 alerts!

Just to clear up a few things: Sam has left the Air Force - that was said in the first chapter, when she was in Hammond's office. And to whether Jack knew she was pregnant, this chapter should clear things up for that. And to the person who reviewed saying this was out of character for Jack, I don't think it is all that much. Sam left without a word of goodbye; he's feeling rejected – and so is rejecting her in turn. Jack isn't the kind of person to forgive to easily is he?

So far I have 5 chapters worth typed up and beta'd so it shouldn't be long in between those updates. I am typing up more and more each day so hopefully updates should be regular. But just so you know, my granny has just recently had a stroke and I'm taking it upon myself to help my grandpa out, so I can't promise updates everyday/every few days. She needs a lot of care, I hope you all understand.

Anyway, that's my rant over; I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first.

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"Yeah, I figured that one out on my own… does Jack know?"

"No. I tried really hard to talk to him before I left, but you know what he was like back then. I even called him when I had my scans, went into labour, when he was born and both of his birthdays. But every time he answered I panicked and hung up.

"He probably still doesn't remember how, where and why Jake is here. We were on P7X 913, do you remember? The locals were having a party and we were invited. We were all offered that traditional drink, but I was the only one who didn't have any. I was on antibiotics at the time. You went into a deep sleep, Teal'c was dancing with the locals, that still makes me laugh, and Colonel O'Neill… well it made him do things he would never normally do. He asked me to go for a walk with him. I didn't see the harm so I went. When we were far enough away he pulled me towards him, he started kissing me. Then he went further. One thing lead to another. I tried to stop him, but he was too strong, I couldn't hold him off…" Sam cried, tears rolling down her face.

"Oh God, Sam, he raped you and he has no idea. I'm so sorry."

"I didn't want him to get punished for something that he couldn't even remember, so I went straight to General Hammond. I told him everything and that I wanted to leave. Get myself sorted out."

Daniel held her while she cried. Sam froze at the contact, but slowly relaxed. Daniel would never do anything to hurt her. By 10pm Sam was exhausted. She saw Daniel out, thanked him for the company and for listening, and then headed off to bed. She instantly fell asleep.

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Jack strolled into Daniel's office early the next morning, to find the young man already engrossed in one of his books.

"Morning Daniel," he said cheerfully.

"Go away Jack, I'm not talking to you right now."

"What?"

"You heard."

"Why?"

"I went to Sam's last night."

"And she turned you against me. Great."

"Actually, you did that yourself."

"What are you on about?"

"Your Black Ops trained Jack, I thought you'd have some control over your actions," Daniel said as he pushed past the older man.

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Jack knocked on the door in front of him. The door of the house belonging to his former 2IC. Daniel's words still sounding like a broken record in his head "…actually you did that yourself….. some control of your actions…". He had to know what was going on.

Sam opened the door a few moments later, a sandwich in hand. She looked at her guest in shock. He was the last person she expected to see.

"Hi Sam," he said quietly.

"Hi Colonel," she replied, "Do you need something?"

"Actually, yeah. An explanation. You said you had something important to tell me, so I'm here to listen. You know… if you still want to tell me…"

"Um, ok, come in… would you like a coffee or beer or something?" she asked as she moved towards the kitchen. Jack following closely behind.

"Uh, just coffee, I need to get back to the mountain at some point."

Sam quickly made the coffee and led him into the living room. It was then that he noticed the toys.

"A little old for toys aren't you Carter?"

"Actually, that was what I wanted to talk to you about."

"You've got a toy obsession?" he asked jokingly.

"Do you remember P7X 913?"

"Vaguely. What has that got to do with anything?"

"We were invited to the native's party, and they gave us that drink, the one where you couldn't remember anything the next day?" he nodded. "Well, you, um…"

"Sam?" he asked nervously.

"You, uh, you… raped me… I got pregnant, I tried to talk to you… but you wouldn't listen…"

"I raped you? Oh God! Sam, I'm so sorry…" he looked around the room, noticing all the toys scattered across the floor. "So all these toys are…"

"My… Your… Our son's," she said quietly.

"Son? I have a son?"

"Yeah, you do. Do, do you remember all those phone calls you used to get? As soon as you said something the person would hang up?"

"That was you?"

"Yeah, after every scan, when I went into labor, when he was born, and his birthdays. I'm so sorry, I panicked."

"What's his name?" Jack asked quietly, looking at his empty coffee mug.

"Jake."

"After dad."

"Yeah… Colonel?"

"Sam... You've had my child, call me Jack."

"I didn't think… well, I hoped… you wouldn't mind… Jake's his middle name."

"His middle name? What's his first? Don't tell me you called him Jonathan."

"No, it's … Charlie," she said, looking at him in the eye. She could see the shock pass over his face, and the pain of remembering his dead son.

"Sam…"

"Colonel, I don't care what you say, it's Charlie whether you like it or not," she interrupted, standing her ground.

"I was gonna say thanks," he replied.

"Oh, okay. Well he should be back soon. Diane took him to the park. Do you want to meet him now? Or wait till it's all settled in?"

"How long until he's back?" he asked a small smile on his face.

"Any minute," she answered.

Immediately afterwards, the front door swung open and a small boy came hurdling through.

"Mummy, Jake is home!" the little boy called as he ran into the room. He stopped at the door and looked at the man opposite his mother. "Not Unca Daniel."

"No, not Uncle Daniel, come here baby."

The small boy cautiously made his way across the room to his mother, never taking his eyes off the man sat opposite her. Upon reaching Sam, he turned to look at her. "Jacket off."

An elderly woman entered the room carrying a football. Her gray hair was permed and her eyes were framed by silver spectacles. She greeted the two adults, made small talk then left shortly after.

Once Jake was free of his jacket, jumper and shoes, he turned towards Jack. "Hi," he said his voice full of confidence.

"Hi," Jack managed to say.

"Jake, can you remember why we had to move here?" Sam asked, as she picked up her son and rested him on her hip.

"So mummy gets 'way from Unca Mark," the child replied innocently.

"Apart from that."

"Um… Find Jake's daddy!" he exclaimed happily. "Yeah! Find Jake's daddy!"

Sam smiled down at her son, and then looked over towards Jack, who was looking incredibly nervous. "Well baby, I found him. Baby this is Colonel Jack O'Neill, but I'm sure if you give him a smile and say please, you can call him daddy."

"You is Jake's daddy?" excitement laced his voice.

"Yeah kid."

"Give daddy hug," Jake said as he lent over towards Jack so he would take him. Jack took his son from Sam and held him in his arms. A lone tear made its way down his cheek as he held onto the little boy.