Sam and Jack get locked in a room together…
"Get off of me!" Colonel Jack O'Neill ordered after a body fell on top of him. He was stinky and smelly after spending the day training the newest recruits- and he wanted nothing more then a nice hot shower. Instead, the recruits had surprised him by shoving him into a room that he had never seen before.
And now, someone else had quickly been shoved in on top of him, landing on his still aching knee. 'That's what I get for thinking I can still keep up with kids half my age,' he thought as he groaned at the pain the extra weight caused him.
"Sorry sir," Major Samantha Carter replied on instinct alone. She too had been shoved into the closet by the new recruits. She was good, but against the strength, numbers, and pure surprise possessed by the recruits, Sam hadn't even had a chance to fight back.
So that was how the two of them ended up thrown together in the little used room.
Now the question was-
"Carter, how are we going to get out of here?" Jack asked, already sounding grouchy even though he hadn't been in the room for more then a few minutes.
"I don't know sir."
"Carter, why are we in here?"
"I don't know sir."
"Well don't you think you should find out?" Jack suggested. "What good is it having a genius on my team if she can't even get us out of a supply closet?"
It didn't take a genius for Jack to know that his 2IC was now glaring at him. Even through the blackness of the room, Jack could feel her stare on his face.
Now he just had to apologize.
He cleared his throat and prepared to do some serious groveling along with carefully choosing his words. He wanted out of this room so badly, and he had a feeling that Carter was going to make him beg for her help and then promise something like not mentioning the Simpsons for an entire mission before she would actually assist him.
"What I meant-"
"How about I save us both the time it will take you to apologize, say you owe me one, and just fix the problem, sir," Sam spat out, delaying the final word of her statement, something which didn't go unnoticed by her CO.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the small space as the two of them worked. Sam examined the area around the door with her hands, hunting for any controls she could hotwire or hinges she could pull off, but it seemed like this door had been 'Carter-proofed', at least in a pitch black room.
Meanwhile, Jack was investigating their new space. The room was quite small, not more then 10 feet by 12 feet. The walls were smooth, the ceiling too high to reach, and the floor was the same as in the rest of the SGC.
In other words, no escape route in sight- other then the door. With a sigh, Jack dropped to the floor. He let Sam continue to work for a few more minutes before he asked, "Any chance we're getting out of here any time soon?"
With a matching sigh, Sam dropped to the floor as well. "Unfortunately not sir," she paused for a second before continuing, "I think I know where we are though."
Jack waited for her to continue, but when she didn't he turned all of his attention to her, and as though she could feel his gaze on her, she finally continued.
"Siler and I have been engineering some new holding cells for when we can finally build a starship. He told me last week he was going to have one of his crews construct a couple at the SGC and give them a test," Sam explained.
"So we're sitting in one of your and Siler's pet projects?" Jack asked for clarification.
"Yes sir."
"And you can't figure out how to get out?" Jack added in disbelief.
"Siler must have made some modifications after I last looked at the plans," Sam clarified, not wanting to sound like she was incapable of getting them out, even though she really was. After all, it wasn't like she could see much of anything in this room!
"Carter," Jack rumbled. "Figure it out and I'll…I don't know what I'll do- just get me out of here. I'm hot, tired, my knee hurts, and I just want a shower."
Sam huffed. "I didn't want to say anything sir, but I did notice a peculiar smell when I came in," she admitted with a lightness to her voice that had been missing since they had gotten in this situation.
Jack relaxed. It seemed like his 2IC wasn't going to stay mad at him forever. "Yeah, well some of us spent the day training the new recruits while someone else got to spend time in her nice air conditioned lab," Jack pointed out with an over exaggerated whine to his voice.
Even though Jack still couldn't see his 2IC's face, he could hear the smile in her voice. "The next time you want to listen to Dr. Lee, Dr. Felger, and whoever else wants me to fix whatever they've messed up instead sir, just let General Hammond and myself know. I'd love to arrange a swap," Sam offered.
Jack quickly retreated. There was no way he was going to listen to a bunch of technobabble from anyone but his favorite scientist. "On second thought Carter, how about we get out of here and we can both go back to the jobs we love so much," Jack offered by way of suggestion.
Samantha Carter didn't move. "Honestly sir, I can't see anything in this room. Siler must not have gotten around to installing the light yet and I haven't been able to find the panel yet that would have the wiring behind it. I need light to make sure I don't electrocute myself as I try to get out," Sam admitted with a sigh.
Jack O'Neill searched the pockets of his tactical vest and came up with an item that he hadn't had the opportunity to tuck back into his locker yet.
A small flashlight.
"Would this help?" he asked as he flicked on the flashlight as he stood up. Jack could just barely make out the grin on Sam's face as she stood up and accepted the light.
She trained it on the wall, looking for a panel she knew had to be there. Siler was good- but she was better!
Sam found the spot she had been looking for and pulled a screw driver out of her pocket, thankful she had tucked it into her pocket before leaving her lab. She began unscrewing the panel away from the wall, but found it rather difficult to do with only one hand, considering the other was occupied with the flashlight.
Without words, Jack took the flashlight and held it at just the right angle so Sam could work.
Five minutes later, Sam was examining the wiring, attempting to figure out just which circuit she would need to short out in order to open the door. A couple of wrong guesses later and the door opened just as silently as it had closed.
Jack poked his head out first and found the corridor abandoned. "Worse then Jaffa," Jack complained in a whisper.
"Already reworking the training schedule sir?" Sam asked in a whisper.
"Yousurebetchya. After they run 5 miles- with full packs- while thinking about how they messed up, we'll discuss how to properly search prisoners and the other various mistakes they made today," Jack decided, still whispering as they made their way down the corridor, still hunting for the new recruits.
"And after that, we could lock them in that room and see if they can actually get out," Sam added to the plan.
Jack whipped his head back around the corner, putting an arm out to stop Sam from moving. A quick relay of hand signs, a few seconds of waiting, and two of the SGC's newest recruits found themselves lying on the floor, begging for mercy.
"Please don't hurt us Colonel, we were only following orders," the tall, black haired Cadet Rich Raymond begged.
"Whose orders?" Jack demanded.
"Mine Colonel," the voice of General George Hammond said from behind them.
Slightly startled because neither Sam nor Jack had heard him approach, they quickly turned around, but kept their bearings enough to keep their two 'prisoners' on the ground with a foot on their backs.
"You can let them up now Jack, Major, they aren't prisoners," Hammond assured the two officers who quickly released the cadets.
Hammond looked at his watch and turned to the man that had been following him. "What do you think Siler?"
"It took less time then I expected," Siler admitted.
"The color scheme of the circuits threw me off," Sam admitted as she stepped forward to stand next to Siler. "I have a few suggestions on what else we could do to make it more difficult for prisoners to escape."
"And if our guards would remember to do a proper search of their prisoners before chucking them inside," Jack reminded her, looking specifically at his two former prisoners.
The cadets ducked their heads.
"Dismissed Cadets," General Hammond ordered. "Report to the training facility at 0900, I'll need your help with something before that Colonel," he added as way of explanation for the late start. George knew his 2IC had probably already planned out some good training exercises for the following day.
"With full packs," Jack tacked on as he returned their salutes. There was no way he was letting them off easy, even if they got to sleep in.
The group waited until the cadets were out of earshot before continuing their conversation.
"I apologize for the surprise test Major, Colonel," General Hammond said, "But I wanted to see what our new recruits were capable of, and telling you beforehand wouldn't have presented a very accurate test," he claimed.
"Yes sir."
"Of course not General," Jack said, "But next time, do you think you could have Siler pick a bigger room? Or put down some padding? That floor was really hard," he complained.
General Hammond chose to ignore Jack's complaint as he turned on his heels, leaving the two officers with the Sergeant to discuss possible security improvements. He was confident that Siler could keep the couple occupied for the necessary length of time.
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"I'm actually impressed with how well they did," Jack admitted as he walked towards General Hammond's office the following morning with his 2IC. They had both been ordered to report to his office without any further explanation.
"Sir, they left us with the means necessary to escape," Sam pointed out.
"And so do the Jaffa," Jack explained.
"True, but I had hoped that they would know better then to leave us with a flashlight and screwdriver," Sam exclaimed.
"Better that they made the mistake somewhere they could learn from it without consequences then in the field," Jack reminded her. "It's one mistake they'll never make again," he assured her.
Sam smiled at the ring of happiness in her CO's voice and nodded in agreement. Conversations like this one were what made her day, which was ridiculous, wasn't it? He was her commanding officer, and until one of them left the direct chain of command, they were destined to remain nothing more then friends and co-workers.
They walked into the General's office, and were immediately ordered to be seated.
"It's come to my attention that there has been some tension within the SGC lately," Hammond began, paying close attention to the face of his subordinates. "Specifically to do with certain bets as to how long it would take the two of you to 'get a room' or what would happen if you were locked in a room and the list goes on and on," he said, holding a hand up to stop any forthcoming arguments from either officer.
"What I need to know now is if I have anything to worry about in regards to those bets being fulfilled," Hammond questioned.
"Sir?" the two officers said in tandem.
"Off the record, of course," Hammond assured them with a fatherly smile as he barely contained the laughter the expressions on their faces caused.
"I don't know who you've been talking to sir," Jack began, barely able to keep his voice even and his tone from not being filled with anger. "But the Major and I are nothing more then teammates. Anyone who is betting on when we'll 'get a room' might as well throw their money away because nothing has ever happened. And we would never violate the Air Force frat regs."
Hammond turned his gaze from his 2IC to Major Carter just in time to catch the look of disappointment cross her face, though it was quickly hidden beneath the military mask he had gotten used to seeing her with.
Samantha hadn't always been like that. There had been a time when she had always smiled and laughed, not always double checking her actions to make sure it didn't reveal too much about what she was feeling.
Hammond pulled a piece of paper out and waved it around. "So a pardon from the President, forgiving any possible wrongdoings and permitting a continuation of a previously established relationship or the start of a new one, would be useless?"
Hammond had worked hard to secure permission for two of his best officers to pursue a relationship. It had taken him the better part of a month to lobby the President and secure his approval before he had turned to the Joint Chiefs, who had taken another month to convince.
In fact, it was just yesterday that the final approval had come through, which was why recruits had been ordered to 'occupy' Sam and Jack elsewhere while he made sure all the necessary documents arrived directly to him and no one else.
And now Hammond was enjoying his just rewards as he watched his two officers gape, totally unable to string any words together to respond to his latest statement. He waited patiently until Jack looked like he had collected himself enough to speak and then interrupted whatever his 2IC had been about to say.
"I'll leave you two to discuss things," he began, "And I'll leave this pardon right here. Just remember that a copy needs to find its way into each of your files," Hammond instructed as he got up and left his office, leaving the two officers alone to discuss what- if any impact these recent events would have on their future.
"So…" Jack began, absolutely without a clue as to where he should start.
"Yeah," Sam said, also unsure where to go.
Jack picked up the sheet of paper Hammond had left behind and glanced through it, checking to make sure that it was legit. Seeing the signature of the president at the bottom was enough to reassure him.
"I'm thinking," Jack began again, this time with an idea of where he was headed, "That we need to make copies of this to go in our files and then get a frame for the original to hang in our house, next to our marriage certificate and wedding photo so that our kids can see it some day."
Sam closed her eyes and tried to picture that scene. She wondered if Jack would mind wearing his dress blues for their wedding, and if the picture they would hang would look anything like the one alternate Sam had brought with her through the mirror a few years ago. She pictured their honeymoon on a dock at a cabin that she had never seen and could only imagine. She tried picturing what their kids would look like (and got quite confused as she tried to figure our just how many of them there would be) and what exactly she would tell them when they asked about the importance of 'the letter' on the wall.
Sam finally opened her eyes and found herself looking into Jack's eyes.
"That… that sounds just about perfect," she whispered.
"Really?" Jack asked, clearly surprised that Sam was in agreement with him. In his wildest dreams, he had never expected 'must think everything through at least twice before taking any action at all' Doctor Major Samantha Carter to agree with any hair brained scheme that he came up with on a whim- especially one that ended up with the two of them married! With kids!
An army of Jaffa could have knocked him over with a feather at that point.
Sam smiled in reassurance. "I think… that might be the best plan you've ever come up with. Of course, it's a little lacking in the detail department."
"I was never good with details," Jack quickly claimed. "I think I'm going to leave those up to you."
"Are you- I mean- do you think- what about-"
Jack raised a hand to stop her rather chaotic speech. "Slow down," he advised. "We don't have to figure out everything right this second. We've got some time-"
"No," Sam insisted, "We don't really have all the time in the world."
"Why not?" Jack demanded. "It's not like the world is coming to an end and no one has told me about it, is it?"
"My dad is coming to visit tomorrow for a few hours," Sam explained, "Before he leaves for a long term mission. He won't be back for at least a year. And I want him there for my- I mean our wedding."
"Isn't that moving a little fast?" Jack asked, running a hand through his hair.
"Isn't that a question that a woman would usually ask?" Sam shot right back.
Jack looked at her in full out disbelief. Somewhere, since General Hammond had walked out the door, his normally reserved 2IC, military perfect Major had disappeared and left this woman, Samantha in her place. It was as if he was seeing a brand new side to her- one that he had only had small glimpses of before- and he absolutely loved it!
"Yeah," he said as a grin slowly formed on his face, "It probably was."
And then getting into the act, of which Jack was sure he would have to make use of many, many, many times to come, he began to apologize. He stood up and attempted a bow of apology. "Let me apologize for overstepping my bounds oh wife-to-be," he began. "I am afraid that a pure simpleton like me was thinking too much, something which I can assure you will never happen again."
By this time, anything Jack might have to say wouldn't be heard by Sam who had dissolved in a fit of giggles.
And Jack was left wondering, if there was any possibility that Thor had replaced his 2IC with a clone because the Major Carter he knew never acted like this.
But he wasn't going to press the issue. He had more important things to do. Like plan a wedding.
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Jack bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, waiting for the gate to activate. Jacob Carter was coming to visit, and Jack had elected to tell him everything up front, possibly preventing Jacob from ruining Sam's day, not that he gave that reason to Sam though.
Walter announced the off-world activation and within seconds, retired Major General Jacob Carter walked down the ramp. He paused as he saw the room was totally empty, save for one Jack O'Neill, who was rather strangely attired.
"Expecting visitors Jack?" Jacob asked as he greeted the man who hated wearing his dress blues, but was wearing them anyways.
"Just you," Jack quipped as he continued to bounce nervously on his feet.
Jacob watched as the blast doors came down and the doors to the room slide shut, giving him and Jack total privacy. Jacob looked at Jack suspiciously.
"Something going on you want to tell me about," Jacob suggested, starting to wonder if some alien entity had taken over the base. "Or did you just decide to wear those oh so comfortable dress blues on your own reconnaissance today?"
"I'm getting married," Jack blurted out, unable to come up with some sarcastic response to Jacob's question.
"To who?" Jacob asked, though he was already rather certain he knew the answer- and that he knew the 'lucky' woman rather well.
"Sam," Jack said simply, letting that one word speak for itself.
With the speed of someone twice his age, Jacob Carter knocked Jack O'Neill to the ground and would have probably done more harm, had Selmac not taken over.
"I apologize for Jacob's actions Colonel O'Neill," Selmac stated as she struggled to control Jacob's desire to lash out at the man he believed was ruining his daughter's life- and career.
"Can't say I blame him," Jack claimed as he let Selmac help haul him to his feet. He took a few minutes to dust off his uniform and collect his thoughts, all the while Selmac continued to speak of how happy she was that Samantha and Jack would finally be able to be happy together, like they were meant to be. "Not that I don't appreciate your support Selmac, but just let me speak to Jacob," Jack interrupted.
"As you wish," Selmac responded. She bowed Jacob's head and in that instant Jacob was back.
Jacob took one menacing step forward towards Jack, but Jack held his ground.
"Why?" Jacob asked in disbelief. "What does she see in you that she can't find in any other man?"
Jack shrugged. "In all honesty Dad I have no idea. But I do know this, you're either going to be happy for Sam, for us," he corrected himself, "Or I'm going to have Walter dial that gate and kick you back through the gate myself because Sam deserves the perfect wedding day and I'm going to do everything in my power to give it to her."
Jacob studied Colonel Jack O'Neill in front of him and the seriousness of his expression surprised him. Even in the face of death, Jack had never looked this serious. Jacob sighed. "Can I see Sam?" he requested finally. "See if she would be willing to let me walk her down the aisle?"
"Thank you," Jack whispered to Jacob's retreating back, not expecting Jacob to hear him at all.
But he did.
"It's not for you Jack- it's for Sam. Don't ever forget that," he warned as he went off to find his daughter.
Jacob found her in her quarters, wearing her mother's dress, which surprised him. He hadn't even known she had it, let alone that she would consider wearing it for her own wedding.
"Dad," Sam greeted him, forgetting for a minute just what she was wearing.
Jacob refused her hug, not wanting to mess up her dress. "So…," he said not quite sure where to start. "You're getting married today, or so I hear..."
Sam smiled, not truly nervous, but not fully confident either about having this discussion with her father. "Yes, yes I am," she said forcing more confidence into her voice then she actually felt.
"And when were you planning on telling me you were getting married?" Jacob questioned in a voice that wasn't quite angry but could easily go there if pushed.
"Today. We only decided to get married yesterday," Sam explained, refusing to back down, which was what her father wanted.
"Yesterday!"
Sam quickly quieted her father by relating the sudden turn of events to her father, who stood there in disbelief as his daughter ended the story by saying, "And we're getting married today because I wanted you here for it. It might seem fast to most people, but it's what I- I mean we want. Please be happy for us," Sam pleaded.
"As long as you are," Jacob assured her as he wiped away a tear that had found its way down her face, "Then I'll be happy."
Sam smiled the most brilliant smile Jacob had seen from her in a long time. "I'm very happy Dad. More happy then I ever thought I could be."
With that statement, Jacob Carter knew that his daughter really and truly did want to get married today- and that he couldn't stand in her way of happiness. Which was why he was going to be honored to walk her down the aisle.
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Exactly one year later
Jacob Carter host to the Tok'ra Selmac walked down the ramp in the SGC gateroom, expecting for some member of his family to be there to greet him. Instead, he found only his old friend Major General George Hammond waiting.
"Please tell me there's a good reason why my daughter and son-in-law couldn't meet today," Jacob requested, hoping that everyone was alive and well.
Hammond smiled like the proud commanding officer he was. "They are at home with friends today. Jack asked if I minded bringing you to their house once you arrived."
Jacob looked quite surprised as the two of them headed to the infirmary for Jacob's required check-up. A doctor Jacob didn't recognize quickly did the required check-up while Hammond waited. When they finished, Hammond escorted his friend to the surface, making small talk the whole way. An Airman met them and drove them down an unfamiliar route, stopping in front of an even more unfamiliar house.
Hammond didn't' even wait for the young Airman to come around the car and open the door, choosing to do it himself. The Airman arrived just in time to shut the door as Jacob exited the vehicle.
Hammond smiled warmly at the young man. "I don't think Sam and Jack would mind if you wanted to come in Rich."
"Are you sure sir? I wouldn't want to intrude," Airman Rich Raymond quickly said, though he couldn't hide his eagerness at wanting to visit the couple.
Hammond chuckled. "I'm sure they would welcome your presence, after all, you are partly responsible for finally getting them together," Hammond reminded the young man.
Now Jacob was caught. He wasn't sure if he should be laying into this man for changing his daughter's life or thanking him for helping her finally find happiness. Under advice from that ever present conscious in his head, he decided to reserve judgment until after he saw his daughter for the first time in a year.
Jacob followed Hammond up the front sidewalk, leaving 'Rich' to trail behind the two Generals. Jacob examined at the house. It was a large house, fairly new, and obviously well kept. It sat back off the road quite a bit, and was surrounded by trees.
Hammond knocked softly on the door rather then ringing the doorbell, and within seconds the door swung open, revealing a smiling Cassandra Fraiser.
She let loose a quiet squeal as she launched herself at Hammond, then Jacob, before finally attacking Rich who didn't seem anything more then slightly embarrassed to be treated like an older brother by a girl that was something liken to a granddaughter for his superior officers.
"Sam will be so glad to see you," Cassie said as she finally finished her greetings, holding the door open so everyone could pass. "Everyone is in the living room," she offered by way of direction.
Jacob had no clue where the living room was, but it seemed as though George had been here before and did know the way because he went directly there. Jacob paused at the entrance to the room and took the time to search out the only person in the room that really mattered to him.
He was drawn to her instantly.
There sat Samantha Carter, he briefly wondered if her last name was still Carter, but pushed that to the back of his mind as he studied to see just how she was.
And in his mind she had never looked better.
Jacob had arrived just as someone said something funny, and Sam was mid-laugh. She just seemed to be glowing and her eyes sparkled, especially when they landed on him. They opened wide in shock.
"Dad," she practically yelled, before realizing she was just a little bit too loud. "Dad," she repeated, much quieter this time.
"You can all quit being so quiet now," Jack O'Neill said from behind Jacob and Rich, "They're awake already."
Jacob turned around just in time to see Rich take a bundle from Jack's arms, leaving Jack with just one bundle in his own arms and two bottles.
Jack stopped right in front of Jacob. "Glad you could make it Dad," he said as he deftly balanced a baby and two bottles now.
"What is going on here?" Jacob demanded, careful to keep the volume under control so not as to frighten either of the two babies that had yet to really make their presence known.
Jack's eyes twinkled. "I thought you were a smart man Jacob Carter. Are you telling me you haven't figured things out yet?"
"Jack," Jacob said, warning him against becoming any more difficult then he already was being.
"Jacob," Jack shot back, humor filling his voice as everyone else in the room sat back and enjoyed the exchange between the two men.
"Jack."
"Jacob."
"Jack."
"Jacob."
"Jonathan!" Sam finally cut in, getting tired of her husband's boyish tactics- and the fact that her father was egging him on. "Dad!"
"What?" Both men asked as they turned to look at Sam, the same expression on both of their faces.
"Introduce him," Sam directed her husband.
Jack gave Sam his best boyish smile before complying with her wishes. Jack held out the bundle in his arms as to offer it to Jacob. "Meet your newest granddaughter. This is Jacobina Danielle O'Neill."
Jacob looked at his daughter in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that his daughter had let Jack name their daughter that!
Sam couldn't hold back the giggles when her dad turned to look at her, questioning the name Jack had provided for his granddaughter. Jacobina hadn't even made the list of possible names for the babies- and even if it had, Sam wouldn't have let Jack put that name on her daughter's birth certificate!
As soon as Sam started laughing, Jack knew his ruse was up. Jacob turned to look at him, questioning the validity of Jack's words.
"Okay her name is really Emma Elizabeth O'Neill and Raymond is holding her younger brother Jacob Carter O'Neill," Jack said as he used the hand that wasn't holding the baby to gesture towards baby Jacob, or JC as Jack had christened him.
"Twins?" Jacob asked in disbelief.
"Well, kind of," Sam said as she walked forward carrying her own bundle of clothing. "This is the youngest of the three, Grace Bethen O'Neill."
You could have knocked Jacob over with a feather, he was so shocked.
"Would you like to hold her?" Sam asked, willingly offering up the baby currently in her arms because she knew Jack would never offer up the baby he currently held.
Silently, Jacob nodded his head as he held out his arms to accept the tiny bundle. He took one look at Grace and instantly fell in love.
"She's so small," Jacob said in awe of just how tiny the child was.
Jack nodded in agreement. That was the first thing he had said as well.
/Flashback/
Jack had been worried he wasn't going to make it in time when Hammond had radioed in that Sam had unexpectedly gone into labor- six weeks early!
As he ran as fast as he possibly could towards the gate, intent on doing everything he could to make it in time to see the birth of his and Sam's first child, well kind of.
Months before Thor had shown up and revealed that a renegade Asgard named Loki had decided that he couldn't wait on Sam and Jack to decide they were ready for children and had taken things into his own hands.
Which resulted in a pair of babies growing in Asgard stasis chambers once Thor realized that their parents would be very, very upset with him, particularly Jack O'Neill, if he let anything happen to either of the children.
And even though Thor hadn't released the children from stasis yet, their names had already been decided and their birth certificates drawn up. Of course, this resulted in Sam having to spend three months in relative security and secrecy since the general public was going to need to believe she was giving birth to triplets instead of just the one child she was currently carrying.
And that was the child that worried Jack the most. Thor had been making weekly visits to the SGC, supposedly to make sure Sam and Jack could keep an eye on their growing children. But Thor had confided in Jack that he was keeping an especially close eye on O'Neill child number three.
"She is most special," Thor declared, but despite further questioning, he refused to say anything more about what special attribute the O'Neill's smallest child held.
So knowing that despite Thor's close monitoring, Sam had still gone into labor early, Jack was really worried. "This shouldn't be happening," Jack managed to grunt out as he continued his run towards the gate, praying he would make it time.
He just barely did.
Jack stripped off his gear the minute his feet hit the ramp, leaving a trail the whole way to the delivery room.
He arrived just in time to get threatened a few times by Sam and to worry as Thor beamed away their tiny daughter seconds after her birth, right out of Jack's arms. Jack did his best to reassure Sam, but nothing would soothe her until Thor beamed the other two children into the waiting cribs.
Still, Jack worried what was going on with their youngest child.
And then he saw the most amazing sight- ever.
Thor cradling Jack's smallest and youngest child.
"For such a small child, she makes much noise O'Neill," Thor stated as the little girl showed off her giant set of lungs, which of course set off the other two children.
Teal'c walked in just as the babies all started screaming.
"It appears that your children have inherited your capacity for noise O'Neill," Teal'c stated, which only made Sam chuckle as she attempted to quiet her son.
/End Flashback/
"She's perfect. They're all perfect," Jacob declared after he had the chance to admire all of his new grandchildren.
Life was perfect, or at least as it could get for Jacob Carter.
Even if he did have Jack O'Neill as his son-in-law.