A/N: thank you to all who reviewed. I agree when people who said Jack was too calm, hopefully this will redeem him a little bit. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please review.
And thank you to those who wished my granny well.
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Jack entered his house angrily and slammed the door behind him. He pushed the table beside the door to the ground, effectively breaking it into five pieces and sending the contents crashing to the floor.
How could he have done this to her? Why hadn't he listened? God, why had he been so stupid? He knew this was his entire fault. If only he hadn't pushed her away, this could all have been avoided.
He had a son. A son who looked exactly like him. He had inherited his brown hair and eyes; he also had his cheeky smile. He was adorable. He would probably have his mother's brains though. He had that smart look about him, just like Sam had.
He ran a hand through his hair and over his face. He knew his life was now changed forever. But he also knew that he would get used to it very quickly if he was given the chance.
He took off his shoes and threw them across the room, sending them crashing into the wall. He groaned and hit his fist off the wall he was closest to. His anger dissipating a little.
Oh God, did Jacob know? Fear flooded him.
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General Hammond entered the briefing room with a sigh. It had been a long day, and it was no where near over. He still had a lot of paperwork to do, make several phone calls and two mission briefings to attend.
And he apparently had a certain Colonel to deal with, who was sat at the table playing with a pen.
"Colonel? Something bothering you?"
"I just met my kid."
"Jack-" the General started.
"He's nearly three, and this is the first time I've heard about him."
"Jack-" the General tried again.
"She tried to phone you know, let me know I had a kid, but she got scared and hung up. I raped her General. What kind of CO and friend does that?"
"You were drugged Jack, she doesn't blame you."
"He looks like me you know. Same brown hair and brown eyes. There's no denying he's mine," he paused. "I'm Black Op's trained General. How could this happen?"
"Jack you were drugged. You all were. You had no control of your actions. Sam knows that. She also loves that little boy more than anything else in the world."
"Of that I have no doubt."
"She was scared of your reaction Jack, don't hold that against her."
"What I don't understand is, you knew the entire time. Why she left, where she went, everything. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wasn't my place, you know that. Believe me, I wanted to, but I knew Sam would do it in her own time. I know he's nearly three, but she at least told you face to face. And you have met him."
"Yeah, I guess. It was a bit of a shock."
"Jack, why don't you take some time off? Get to know your son, work things out with Sam? Report back in a week." The General suggested, hoping the Colonel would take the offer.
"Thanks General," Jack eagerly accepted. He quickly got up off his seat and walked out of the room, making his way to the locker room to change.
'Yes', the General thought, 'it's going to be a long day.'
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Half an hour later Jack was once again standing in front of Sam's door. He could hear Jake nearby calling out to his mother that there was someone at the door. He smiled to himself when he heard his son say "maybe is daddy." Yeah, he was going to enjoy having his son in his life.
The door in front of him opened and he was basked in light. He smiled weakly at Sam as she stood staring at him, not really knowing what to expect.
His weak smile turned into a full blown grin as his son threw himself towards him, his small arms holding tightly around his legs as he shouted "daddy!" excitedly. Jack bent down and picked up the small boy and put him on his hip.
"Hey there kid! You been a good boy for mummy?" he asked as Sam stepped back to let him in.
"Uh huh, I eated all my dinner daddy! Mummy says I be big and strong when I is big!"
"You certainly will, my boy!" Jack agreed.
"Daddy play with Jake?"
"Sure thing kiddo, if that's alright with your mum," Jack said as he looked over at Sam, who was standing a few feet away from them with her arms wrapped around herself and a sad look on her face.
"Yeah, that's fine. Go ahead, I have stuff to do anyway," she replied, sounding as though she was going to cry.
"Yay, daddy play with Jake!" the little boy said while clapping his hands, oblivious to his mother's pain.
Jack however, wasn't.
"You sure that's okay? I can go…" he offered as he put his son down on the floor.
"No, it's fine, go play," she said dismissively.
"Come play daddy!" Jake said as he grabbed his fathers hand and attempted to drag him into the living room. "Come play!"
"I'll be there in a minute squirt, go ahead," Jack said softly.
"Okies!" the little boy said as he let go of his fathers hand and ran into the other room, leaving his parents alone.
"Sam…"
"No. Its fine, go play with your son," she replied as she turned and walked the other way into the kitchen, leaving him standing in the hall.
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"Don't wanna go seep!" Jake protested, hitting his arms off his bed.
"Jake, buddy, its way past your bedtime. You need to go to sleep."
"But daddy!" he whined.
"I'll see you tomorrow, but you need to go to sleep now. How 'bout we go to the park tomorrow? That sound good?" Jack tried to bribe the boy.
"Yeah, go park!"
"You need to go to sleep then kid. I'll see you tomorrow," Jack said as he placed a light kiss on his son's forehead.
"Night daddy," he yawned.
Jack pulled up the duvet on the bed and quietly left the room, leaving the door slightly open. He made his way to the end of the hall and down the stairs. Upon entering the living room, where he had left Sam, he saw that she wasn't there. Listening closely, he could hear movement in the kitchen and made his way there.
He lent against the door frame and took in the sight before him. She had taken her hair down so it was lying just below her shoulders. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows as she rinsed and stacked the dishwasher full of the dirty dishes. Even though her son was only two, he could certainly eat a lot.
"Sam… I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable today," he started, as she turned round to look at him.
"You came to see your son, you have every right," she replied in a low tone, not sounding very happy about the whole thing.
"Yeah, but I should have called. Given you some warning. Instead of just turning up unannounced," he paused. "I kinda promised to take him to the park tomorrow, is that alright? Or do you want me to stay away?"
"Take him to the park. I wont have you upsetting my child by letting him down with promises you can't keep," her voice was dangerously low.
"Your child?" he repeated. "Sam he's my child too! You know that! You wouldn't have him if it wasn't for me!" he could hear his voice getting louder.
"And if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have him either!" she threw back.
"You know I'm sorry for what happened on that planet, I didn't even know until you told me! What more do you want?!"
"You have no idea what I went through that night! That night was the worst night of my life, and it was all because of you! Only one good thing came out of it, and he's upstairs in bed. I went through nine months of pregnancy, 34 hours of labour, and nearly three years as a single parent. And all of that was filled with nightmares about you and what happened that night. You know, when he was born they took him away. There were complications. He couldn't breathe. He was BLUE Colonel! I thought he was going to die.
"But obviously he didn't. I raised him on my own for three years, with Mark and his wife occasionally helping out. Do you know how it feels to have gone through all of that, then introduce him to his father and feel like your whole world has fallen apart? After all I've done in three years, THREE YEARS COLONEL, you've replaced me in less than a day," she vented, her voice getting louder and louder with every word.
"Sam you know I could never replace you, even if I wanted to, which I don't! You're his mother! You mean everything to him! If you didn't want me to 'replace' you, then why did you come back?" he asked a harsh tone evident in his voice.
"He has every right to know his father, he was asking for you. He noticed all the other children had fathers, but he didn't. I did this for him. No one else," she paused for a long time. "And you had the right to know you fathered a child. Even though you don't deserve him."
