A/N: The last one was a bit short so here's another, and i'm obviously on a roll cause the next one is almost written and as requested there's lots of sam-jack in it for all the shippers.
"Colonel Carter to the control room, Colonel Carter to the control room."
Sam looked over to Matt who was still nibbling away the watchful gaze of Teal'c.
"Colonel Carter, perhaps I should watch over Matthew and Rachael Carter this afternoon."
"Thankyou, Teal'c."
"But Aunt Sam, he's scary!" Rachael whispered none-too-quietly.
"Don't worry, he's a teddy bear." Jack reassured her. Rachael still looked sceptical, but did not reply. Instead she looked across the table at the man with the glasses who was smiling kindly at her. "Only if he comes too!"
"Daniel?" Sam asked.
"Uh…ok." Daniel agreed, confusedly.
"Looks like you got yourself an admirer, Space Monkey."
"Thanks guys." Sam stood up. "I'll check in as soon as I can." Sam then exited the commissary heading towards the elevators. Jack sat for several seconds staring at his half-finished dessert before he appeared to come to a decision. He jumped up and ran out the door, yelling after her:
"Hey Carter, wait up!"
Sam was standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when her CO came hurtling round the corner,
"Hey Carter, wait up!"
She hit the 'hold' button and wondered what this was about. It had to be something important to drag him away from his dessert. He smiled in gratitude as he entered and as he turned to press the '28' button on the wall, Sam allowed a fleeting thought to pass through her mind of what she'd really like for dessert. They both watched the doors close and as soon as they were alone he announced,
"Dad's here."
"What!" Sam whipped around to face him.
"Our visitor." O'Neill explained. He's hiding out from some Goa'uld who seems to have found out all their foxhole planets."
"Why didn't you tell me?Sir, I'm gonna be stuck under a desk staring at wires for the next four hours. Is he alright?"
"Seems to be." Jack glanced over at her. Sam, feeling his gaze, glanced back. She could see his care and concern for her in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Jack whispered sincerely, and Sam could tell that he was talking about more than simply not telling her about Dad – he was talking about everything – their situation, not being able to support her as he'd like, for not being allowed to love her.
Sam sighed and looked away, blinking away unwelcome tears at the emotion she had seen in his eyes.
"Me too."
They stood side by side for some time, watching the numbers change.
"Go see Dad." Sam looked over and saw him staring at the floor, hands in pockets. He rocked back on his heels and then forwards again. "I'll go see what's up. They can wait ten minutes longer, right?"
"Actually sir–"
"Ah!" He held up a finger "I can make it an order." Sam snorted and smirked at the floor. He would too, knowing the General. She could tell without looking that he was smiling at having cheered her up, which made her smile more. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Jack stepped out onto level 28 and turned around to face her. "Go see Dad." He smiled affectionately, "I'll stall the geeks."
"Thankyou, sir." Samsmiled appreciativelyas the doors closed. Dad was here and Matt and Rachael. The question was – why? And how did she explain the other's presence to each of them? God, it was only Monday! If the rest of the week was going to be like this, going offworld was beginning to seem like a holiday in comparison. So much for a quiet week of computer repairs.
Jacob sat in his room, thinking when he was interrupted by knock at the door. A short time ago a guard had brought in a tray of food for him which he'd eaten then sent away. He was curious to know what this new interruption could be and so he opened the door...to find Sam standing there. He could tell from her body language that she wanted answers and planned on getting them. Silently she came in and closed the door.
"I thought you were busy with computer repairs."
"I was."
"You know Sam, it's rather unnerving to know that we can't dial out."
"So, this is my fault now?"
"I didn't say that!" Jacob paused. "Bad day?"
"You have no idea."
"I don't?"
"Nevermind. What happened? Why are you here? Why now?"
"I was under cover keeping tabs on a minor goa'uld. My cover was blown. I managed to make my way to an unoccupied 'safe' world only to discover a couple of jaffa running towards the gate. I killed them and dialled out to another 'safe' world and the same thing happened again. The tok'ra don't particularly like the Tau'ri right now but I had little choice – coming here was firstly the last place they'd look and secondly the only place I knew wouldn't be overrun with jaffa. How they knew about those planets, I have no idea. The council will want to hear about this but with no way to communicate it to them, I guess I'll have to hang around for a couple of days until the gate's repaired."
"But who could have known?"
"I don't know Sam. We're pretty sure we rooted out all the spies among the Tok'ra and none of our operatives would give up that sort of information, even unwillingly."
"You think it came from here?"
"Not the SGC, the checks are too thorough, there's no chance of someone walking around here being undetected, but Earth? Probably. Someone with up-to-date knowledge of the gate. As you know, the 'safe' planets are procured from the list of former ancient-occupied worlds that Jack put on the computer when he got the first download and are used by both SGC and Tok'ra personnel."
"But Dad - even we don't know which one's you're using at any given time."
"Well someone does. Clearly someone who's still got a few loyal jaffa – I didn't recognise their symbol but they weren't of the free kind. Most likely the source is someone with high-level access who has a way of communicating offworld without being detected."
"The Trust."
"I don't know for sure, but that's the most likely scenario. As I told Jack, no one can know I'm here. As few personnel on base as possible and nobody outside it – its too risky." The whole thing gave Jacob a non-symbiote induced headache just thinking about it.
Daniel watched Jack chase Sam out of the infirmary and shook his head. Perhaps the check-in guard's joke about those two needing Saint Jude had been funny after all, but Daniel still liked to hope they weren't a lost cause just yet – there was still too much flirting going on for that, (which Daniel also noted had turned up a notch when Sam hadrejectedher brother's first offer for a set-up date).
"So, what do you want to do?" Daniel asked nobody in particular.
"It looks like we shall be here for some time yet, Daniel Jackson." Daniel looked first at Teal'c and then over at Matt and his half-eaten plate of 'food'.
"Damn it!"
"There is no need for such language, Matthew Carter."
Matt cast him a withering look but went solemnly back to his veg. Teal'c entirely unperturbed, continued to stare at him.
"Right. Uh...Rachael, why don't we leave them to it?"
Having no desire to hang around in case she was subjected to similar punishment, Rachael eagerly followed the man out of the commissary.
"You're Daniel, right?" Rachael asked.
"Yeah."
"Can I ask you a question? – that wasn't it."
"Sure."
"Are Aunt Sam and Mister Jack dating?"
"Mr. Jack?"
"He wouldn't let us call him General. And I know you're stalling so, are the dating? Cause I heard Dad say to Mom that he thinks that maybe they are and Aunt Sam just won't admit it and that's why she didn't want to go out with Mr Shanahan, but that if they were Mister Jack was Aunt Sam's boss in the military and that's why she can't tell anybody and Dad seemed kinda mad about it – but I thought that if they were you would know cause Aunt Sam talks about you and I know that you're on the same team and that you're good friends, right?"
'…And breathe!' Daniel thought to himself.
"Actually, they're not dating."
"Oh…cause Aunt Sam was flirting with Mister Jack – even though she said that she wasn't – and I like Aunt Sam and Mister Jack and I thought that maybe I could come stay with them sometimes, like when Dad gets mad and yells at Matt for not putting the television back together."
If Matthew Carter had, by some leap in DNA, inherited Sam's scientific ability then it seemed Rachael Carter had inherited Sam's ability to talk endlessly on absolutely nothing at all. Just where Mark Carter fitted into this eccentric family was anyone's guess.
A/N: Before you all get your knickers in a twist, i just wanted to give Jacob a bit of background instead of just dumping him inexplicably into the story, but rest assured this is not an adventure fic, its abouttwo kids driving everyone to their wits end! I feel the funnyness has sort of tailed off a bit, but i'm just writing what 'pops into my frond' so you'll have to bear with me. Like i said, the next one's all sam and jack. Hopefully it will be up soon.