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As usual, thanks to all that we reading and especially taking the time to review. hope you enjoy this installment :)

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"Hey kiddo," Jacob said coming up behind his daughter in the training yard.

Sam turned startled eyes on him. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Jacob laughed. "Well it's nice to see you too."

She moved to give him a hug. "Sorry, it's just I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."

"I know," he replied. "But I'd already organised to come up today and I knew Colonel Hanson would be able to find me a room without too much trouble."

Sam sighed. "You're checking up on me aren't you?"

"What? Of course not!" Jacob replied, trying and failing to feign innocence.

"Dad," Sam warned.

"Okay, okay," Jacob confessed holding up a hand. "I wanted to see my little girl at her first ever dance. I thought you might save a dance for your old dad."

Sam felt like she'd just been smacked. There was no way Jack, or any other guy for that matter would dance with her if her father was there. "I don't think that the Senior Officers are coming," Sam argued.

"I know that," Jacob conceded. "But I'm sure Colonel Hanson wouldn't mind if I snuck in and had one dance with my daughter."

Okay, okay. If he comes in at the start before everyone turns up I could manage one dance right? And then he leaves and then I can dance with Jack.

She smiled. "I'm sure he wouldn't Dad," she replied. "Why don't you come by my cabin when you're ready and we can walk over to the hall together. Then we can have the first dance..."

Jacob smiled and nodded. "And then dad can exit stage left and leave you with all those young guys."

Sam blushed slightly at her fathers words. She'd never spoken to him about boys before. There had never been any boys to speak about. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Of course you didn't," Jacob replied kissing her on the forehead. "I'm going to catch up with a few of the instructors so I'll see you at your cabin at what, seven?"

Sam panicked slightly thinking of her dad catching up with Jack but nodded her agreement.

Jacob smiled and started to turn away from his daughter. "Oh, by the way," he started casually as if it were an afterthought. "I met a friend of yours today."

"Oh?" Sam asked knowing already who he was talking about.

"Captain Jack O'Neill," he said watching her closely, trying to gauge if she was as smitten with O'Neill as what Ben Hanson seemed to think she was. Well crap, Jacob thought noticing the blush creep up his daughters throat at the mention of the damned mans name.

"How did you run into Ja...Captain O'Neill?"

Jesus bloody Christ! He thought. She calls him Jack! And he realised by her quick attempt at a cover up that she knew it was out of line. His blood started a slow boil. "I saw you with him down here," he admitted. "I had Colonel Hanson call him up." At the look on Sam's face he continued. "I only wanted to talk to him Sammy."

She turned harsh eyes on him. "Interrogate him you mean," she accused.

Well this is interesting, Jacob thought his ire increasing a notch. "And what would I have to interrogate him about?"

Sam crossed her arms over her chest then dropped them again when she realised what she had done. She and Jack had done nothing wrong and she'd read too many books about interpreting body language not to know how her father would be interpreting that movement.

"Absolutely nothing dad," she replied. "But I'm sure that wouldn't stop you."

Jacob had to fight to keep his eyes locked with his daughters. God she's so much like her mother...

"So you're not denying it," she challenged.

He sighed and move towards her placing his hands on her arms. "I worry about you, that's all."

"Jack would never do anything to hurt me," she tried to assure him.

Jacob raised his eyebrows. "You're calling him Jack sweetheart," he pointed out. "That in itself is enough for me to be concerned about."

Sam dropped her eyes knowing he was right about that. "It's only because I knew him when I was a little kid at space camp," she insisted quietly. "I called him Jack then." Her eyes returned to his and she shrugged. "He's always been Jack to me since I was ten. I keep forgetting that I'm supposed to be calling him Captain O'Neill here."

"And that's all?" Jacob asked.

"There is nothing else dad," she assured him. "He still thinks of me as ten year old Samantha Carter." Then she smiled. "So you have something in common."

"Hey!" He objected, then relented. "I can't help it if you'll always be my little girl Sammy."

"I know dad," she admitted. "Just try not to scare off all the boys who might want to dance with me tonight?"

Jacob had no problem with boys wanting to dance with his daughter. Air Force Captains? Well that was another matter entirely.

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A/N

another Jacob centric chapter. but Sam and Jack will be back with a vengeance in the next chapter when the time for the dance finally rolls around.