Sorry this is so late guys, re-found my love of reading books. Got… slightly addicted…. And going out with friends, when I should have been typing up… oops… but yeah, here's the next chapter. It's a happy one! More to come soon! Enjoy and please review! (This hasn't been beat'd. had a little trouble reaching my beta, sent this to her 6 days ago and had no reply, so I'm assuming she has better things to do. Although I can understand if she doesn't want to do it anymore with my slow updates)

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"Your…son?" she stammered.

"Yeah, Sara, my son."

"How old is he?" she asked.

"He's three in four months."

"He's nearly three and this is the first you've mentioned him?! God Jack don't you think you should have told me before now?!" she shouted, standing up and waving her arms.

"Sara!" he said sternly, trying to calm her down. "I only found out about him three days ago!"

"You what? Three days ago? Jack, what's going on?"

Jack proceeded to explain his situation to his ex-wife, who listened to what he had to say open mouthed. She listened as he told her about Sam leaving and then returning with the small boy, who was undoubtedly his. She gasped when she found out he had been drugged and had raped his friend and team mate. She comforted him when he explained his fight with himself and not knowing what to do about any of it, and that Sam was now on anti-depressants and that she hadn't really come to terms with things.

"Does she know that you were meeting me here?" she asked, knowing the other woman probably wouldn't be very happy if she didn't.

"I mentioned it. I went round to tell her I was going to meet you and would be back for Jake later, but he wanted to come. Guess I'm going soft in my old age, I couldn't say no to him," he paused. "Sara he looks so much like Charlie it's scary."

"Yeah he does. His names Jake? You okay with that?" she asked in a soft and caring voice.

"Yeah I like it, it's short for Jacob. She named him after her dad, who's a great guy by the way. We get on really well, even after what's happened. He was the one who persuaded her to let me look after him. She's not big on the whole trust thing at the minute."

"That's understandable for someone who's went through what she has," Sara agreed.

"Jake's his middle name…"

"What his first?" she asked, cautiously.

"Charlie," he replied softly, barely loud enough for her to hear. He looked over to the woman sitting next to him, who was now as pale as a sheet with a look of sadness on her face. "She wanted to honour our son Sara, this was the way she wanted to do it."

Sara merely nodded and let her eyes rest on the boy who was an almost double of her dead son. A small smile appeared on her face when she saw him smile and wave to his dad. He was right, he looked exactly like Charlie.

Jake ran over to them and fell to the grass laughing. Sara couldn't help but laugh along with him, his laughter contagious.

"Jake played in park daddy!" he exclaimed.

"You certainly did kiddo! Did you have fun?"

"Uh huh!" he stood up and looked at Sara. "Is a lady! Hello lady! You is daddy's friend?"

"Oh Jack! He's so precious!" she said to him as she turned to speak to speak to the child. "Hello there gorgeous, my names Sara, I am your daddy's friend. What's your name?"

"Charlie Jake," he smiled. "I has same name as daddy! I a O'Neewl."

"You're an O'Neill are you?" she laughed as Jake tried to get up on the bench beside them, and told Jack firmly he could do it himself when he tried to help. "Yup, your definitely an O'Neill."

"Miss Sara help Jake?" he asked innocently after he failed to get up by himself after several tries. "Thank you Miss Sara."

"Well he certainly has manners," she mused, once Jake was sitting between them with a carton of juice in his hands.

"Sam's done an amazing job with him," Jack smiled as he ran his fingers through his son's hair, something he had seen Sam do an awful lot.

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For Jack, the week had gone by far too quickly, and before he knew where he was, it was time to head back to work. He was disappointed about the outcome of his weeks leave. Sure he got to see his son everyday and spend a lot of time with him, he had told his ex-wife about the child and he seemed to be on Jacobs good side for now. But he had made no progress with Sam other than getting her to agree he could visit.

He knew he shouldn't be expecting miracles and that the process of her letting him back in would be long and slow, but that didn't make him feel any better. He wanted things to be back to what they were.

Back to when they were more than just on the same team. When they trusted each other with their lives, when they were in sync with each others every move, when they could have conversations with their eyes. When they were friends. Jack missed that the most.

Every time he closed his eyes at night, all he saw was a happy family, the three of them. Jake sat on the floor a few feet from them playing with his trains. Sam always sat next to him, always leaning into him, her arm around his waist. And her head against his chest. His arm was always around her shoulder and playing with her long hair, his other arm wrapped around her body to settle on her waist, keeping her as close to him as possible.

How he wanted that to be real. To take what had happened and put it behind them, start fresh. But he knew that would be a long way off, if it ever did happen. His feelings for Samantha Carter had never changed. He still loved her more than life itself and would do anything for her. Now that she had given him a second chance at being a parent, he loved her even more.

His only problem was that she didn't feel the same… not now.

He ran his hands over his face as he sat up in his bed. Looking to the side he saw the photo of his son on his bedside table. He smiled slightly at the photo. Jake was staring up at him, his eyes full of mischief and a cheeky grin on his face.

Sighing he put the photo back in its place, next to his photo of his first son. He still couldn't believe how similar they looked. An innocent bystander would think they were the same boy.

Jack swung his legs over the side of his bed and put his feet on the ground. Straightening up to his full height he put his arms above his head and stretched. He groaned as he worked out all the kinks from his sleep.

Something banged as he lowered his arms. It took his a few moments to figure out it was someone knocking on the door. He looked over himself to make sure he was decent enough to answer the door. T-shirt and sweats.

'Yup that'll do,' he thought as he made his way out of the room and down the hall.

His face was a picture of shock when he opened the door and found Sam and Jake on the other side. Jake was wrapped in his mothers arms looking tired, and Sam had a small Thomas backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Well, this, I wasn't expecting," he said eventually.

"Has General Hammond called you yet?" Sam asked.

"No, not that I've heard. Why?" he replied as he stepped back to let them in.

"He called me this morning and asked if I could help out SG-7. Which leaves Jake without a sitter. He said you could take the day off to look after him, if that's ok?" Sam said, hesitantly, not quite at ease being in his house again.

"Sounds good to me. How about it squirt? Another day with your old dad?" he asked playfully.

"Day with daddy? At daddy house?" he asked, wakening up slightly.

"That's the plan baby," Sam answered.

"Yay!" the little boy exclaimed.

Sam put Jake on the floor by her feet and handed him his bag. She smiled at him as she knelt in front of him.

"You be good for daddy, ok? Don't brake anything. I'll see you later," she said as she hugged him goodbye.

"Bye mummy, Jake be good for daddy."

"He has his train set that you got him in his bag, and a few other things to keep him out of trouble… hopefully… thanks for this," she said to Jack as she straightened up and looked at him.

"Hey its not a problem, bring him by anytime. It'll be good for you getting back in the field."

"Yeah, I guess… well… I better go… you know where I am if anything happens… bye…"

"Bye Sam," Jack said as he opened the door and let her out, Jake by his legs waving to his mother as she got in her car.

As soon as he closed the door, his phone started to ring. No doubt General Hammond calling him to tell him of the situation.