She didn't have as much time alone with Jacob as she'd hoped. Not for lack of trying, though. She'd borrowed a non-descript car from the motor pool and dressed in the casual clothing she was in, she and Jacob could have passed for any father and daughter having a quiet early morning breakfast. The Secret Service agents had come, of course, but they were very good at being discreet when they wanted to be – which wasn't often, since the sight of serious men clad in black suits and sunglasses was a very good deterrence when it came to would be troublemakers. Wearing jeans and a polo and looking more like Sam's brother than her protector, one stayed beside Sam and Jacob at the corner table they requested, while two others sat near the entrance at a booth and watched the doors intently every time anyone came near. They ordered a simple breakfast of pancakes and eggs, with coffee, and talked only of family matters and the normal things that neither ever had a chance to chat about. For obvious reasons.

The solitude didn't last long, though. The agent sitting beside her stiffened imperceptibly to most, and Sam could see from his expression that he was listening to something that was being radioed into his earbug. Sure enough, a moment later he looked over to her and Jacob.

"POTUS is up and asking when you're planning on returning…"

It was obvious he was wondering, too. They didn't like it when a member of the family was off on their own with no motorcade to warn everyone off, after all.

Sam sighed and looked over at Jacob, who grinned at her.

"Don't frown like that, Sammy," he told her. "We'll have plenty of time to talk before I go."

"I'm going to hold you to that." She turned to the agent. "We can head back."

He nodded and waved for the waitress to bring the check, and only a few minutes later they were all back in the car and headed back to the base. Despite her annoyance, Sam had to admit she was just as curious as she knew Jack – and probably the others – were to hear what Jacob might be able to tell them. If anything.

OOOOOOOOOOO

The group in the briefing room wasn't all that large. Ian, Shawn, Andrew, River and General Hunt, who apparently never slept, Sam decided, were all dressed in casual uniforms and looked wide awake. Nate was there, simply because he was curious and had enough rank to go wherever he wanted, and Jack, Sam and Jim were there as well. Rodney McKay was there because he hated when someone had a meeting and he wasn't in the loop – probably because he was worried they were talking about him. Jacob took the seat at the end of the table, opposite Hunt, who was at the head – only fair since it was his briefing room, after all – and as soon as one of the Airmen brought in coffee and pastries for them and left, Jack spoke up.

"So what do you have for us, Jacob?"

"Not as much as you probably are hoping for," Carter admitted. "But I can at least give you a little information." He didn't have any notes in front of him, but they all knew it wasn't necessary most of the time. His symbiote had a very good memory – not as good as Ian's of course, but enough to save him the hassle of ever needing to carry a pad and pen around. "I've never heard of Frenush," he told them. "And neither has Selmak."

"Well, you were right about not having as much as I was hoping for," Jack told him, reaching for the coffee.

Jacob smiled, not at all offended. He was well used to O'Neill's sarcasm by now.

"Since we didn't know anything, we asked around to those who might. After all, Frenush has been around a long time… and most of the other system lords know who he is – which means the Tok'ra have had to have heard of him in one form or the other."

"And?" Ian asked.

"Frenush was a lesser ranked system lord, but arrogant – as they all are – and making a move to garner more power for himself to change his status among the others."

"But…?" Nate asked.

"Something happened that caused him to lose face, and instead of making a move to become one of the preeminent system lords, he became a laughingstock instead."

"Which would have put an end to any kind of hope for power," Jim said. "Since fear is one of the primary ways the system lords rule over their subjects…"

"Which is all well and good," Sam said. "I don't understand what that has to do with Shawn…"

"Neither do I," Jacob admitted. "I told you I didn't have all the information you'd want."

"At least we have a name," Shawn said, shrugging. "That's more than we did have."

"We have another name," Jacob said. "I asked around to see what else I could find out about this event and someone threw out a reference to something called a Pe'aoli. Ever heard of it?"

"What is it?" Sam asked.

The Tok'ra shrugged.

"I'm not even sure if it's a thing, or a place, or a-"

"It's not a place, or a thing," Ian interrupted. "It's a who."

"What?"

"How do you know that?" McKay asked, looking interested for the first time in something other than the danish he'd been munching on and the coffee in his cup. "I've never heard of-"

"You wouldn't have," Ian told him. "Neither would I, if I hadn't read the name in one of SG-1's old mission files."

"You know who it is?" Jack asked.

"They're people," Ian told him, his eyes slightly distant as he searched his memory for more information. "A group of people on a planet that was flooding. Thor came and asked you to-"

"They're the ones that thought you wanted to steal their cows," Shawn suddenly said, sitting up a little more. "They didn't trust the Asgard so Thor came and requested you guys to go talk to them. That's when I found out about the Stargate – and a lot of other classified things, as I recall…"

Sam nodded, remembering as well, but Jack just looked annoyed, and Ian couldn't tell if he remembered the mission or not. Of course, there had been a lot of missions and they almost certainly ran into each other all the time in his mind. There was no reason to think that he remembered everything as clearly as Ian and Shawn would. Ian because he remembered everything clearly, and Shawn because it had been such an important time for him.

"There were Goa'uld involved as I recall," she said. "Could it have been this Frenush?"

Ian shrugged.

"I don't know. It doesn't name any names in the report. But it's as good a guess as any. I don't know how he knew about Shawn, or why he'd have a grudge against him, but it probably dates back to that…"

"The Goa'uld were threatening the people on the planet…" Sam said. "We…" she trailed off and then looked at Shawn. "You made that device that didn't do anything…"

"The annoying one with the blinking lights," Jack confirmed, telling them all that he remembered more than he was letting on. "Obviously it did the trick and distracted the Goa'uld…"

"And something happened with it that caused Frenush's downfall," Jim said.

"Being tricked by a simple decoy could have done it," Jacob said. Especially if the others found out somehow that it was created by a child."

"How would they do that?" Andrew asked.

"What's more important, though," Jack said. "Is what to do about it…? Now that we know who – and maybe even why – we need to put a stop to these assassination attempts."

"Shawn won't be safe until the Ashrak do what they've been hired to accomplish," Jim told them.

"Or until Frenush stops hiring them…" Ian said.

"We can't just hop a ship and tell him to stop," Sam replied.

Ian didn't answer, but River looked suddenly interested as well.

"Why not?"

"For one thing, we don't know where he is."

"We can find that out," Shawn said.

"And then what? Hop in a ship and fly over and tell him to knock it off?" Nate asked, sarcastically.

"I'm thinking a bit more force would be needed…" Ian told his dad. "We don't take any ship; we take Cassandra."

"With a Gateship as back up," River added. "Between the two, a minor system lord wouldn't have a chance."