Daniel walked into Jack's house. "Hello!"

He took a few more steps inside and then looked around for any sign of where Jack and Sam were. "Jack! Sam!"

"I believe O'Neill may be resting in his bed chamber."

"And Sam?" Daniel asked as they walked toward the bedroom.

"If she is O'Neill's caretaker, then would she not remain with O'Neill?"

Daniel stopped and just looked at Teal'c. "Well, one would think...but this is Jack and Sam."

"Indeed, Daniel Jackson."

"Jack!" Daniel called before turning the corner into the room.

"Daniel!" Jack whispered, harshly as Daniel walked in and Sam lying asleep, curled up against Jack, her head on his shoulder. "Oh...sorry. We'll, uh, come back..."

"No! It...Daniel! It's...It's not what it looks like."

"So, Sam isn't curled up to you, you don't have your arm around her and she's not asleep in your bed?"

She stirred. "Sir? Is that Daniel?"

"I'm here." Daniel replied.

She opened her eyes and realizing that she was curled up against Jack she moved out of his embrace. "Sorry, sir."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Carter."

Daniel was surprised to see Sam's puffy, red eyes. "Sam are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, walking toward the door. "I'll just leave the Colonel in your capable hands, then. Don't forget- two tablets with dinner and then, another two with a snack before bedtime."

"I know..." Daniel said.

"Then, I'll go. If you need anything..."

"We'll call." He promised.

"Thanks. Oh, and sir, thanks for being there."

"No problem, Carter. Anytime."

She left the room and within a few minutes, they heard her car start up and Daniel saw the Volvo leave the driveway in a hurry. "What was that about?"

"I honestly don't know, Daniel. One minute, she's helping me get in bed, and when I wake up, she's crying on the windowsill."

"Well, did you say anything out of the ordinary?"

"Like what?"

"Well, when you're on painkillers, you ask for some gal named Christine a lot. Every once in a while, you'll ask for Sam, but more often than not, you ask for Christine."

He closed his eyes in disgust. "Daniel, why don't you ever tell me these things?"

"Because you told me that what is said on Vicodin stays on Vicodin. Then, you threatened me with bodily harm."

"Was I on said painkillers at the time?" Jack asked, his teeth clenched and his eyes closed.

"Uh yeah."

"Daniel, just a hint, but when I say stuff like that, and then ask for a girl when on painkillers, warn me before Carter comes over. I think I may have made a VERY stupid mistake."

"Like what?"

"Dammit, Daniel!" He said, clutching the hair on his head. "Are you sure I call for Christine?"

"I have heard you utter that name deliriously on many occasions as well, O'Neill." Teal'c said.

"Jack, it's no big deal, I mean we all know your history."

"Our history? You all know?" He took a deep breath. "Damn! She must think that I don't love her."

Daniel turned a strange look to Teal'c and then back at Jack. "What are you talking about?"

Jack was startled and eyed the archaeologist, suspiciously. "What are YOU talking about?"

"Sara. Why? What'd you think we were talking about?"

Jack took a deep breath. "Nothing."

"It did not appear to be nothing, O'Neill. It seemed indeed to be something." Teal'c said.

"Yeah, what Teal'c said." Daniel added. "What's going on?"

"You swear not to say anything?" He asked.

"Um," Daniel said, thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I can promise that."

Jack shrugged. "It was worth a try. I was involved with a girl who played Christine Daae in "The Phantom of the Opera." Christine was my nickname for her."

"What?"

"I was about twenty-eight at the time, finishing up a Master's degree at U.C. Berkley."

"Berkley?" Daniel asked incredulously. "Master's? In what?"

"My undergraduate work was in English and Spanish. My master's thesis was on the literary value of Henrik Ibsen's plays."

"Ibsen? YOU got a Master's in IBSEN?" Daniel said skeptically.

"Yes, Daniel. And that was my second Master's." Jack said, getting fairly irritated by the anthropologist's lack of confidence in him. "The first was in Spanish Literature."

"Spanish literature." Daniel said, obvious that the present conversation was making him less and less confident that he knew anything about his friend.

"I had to leave for Chicago right after the final performance. I didn't see her for twelve years after that."

"TWELVE YEARS?" Daniel asked.

Jack's eyes took on a wistful and far-off look. "My worst mistake was letting her go. And while I'm grateful for the relationship that Sara and I had, and the fact that Charlie came from that relationship, I wonder what would have happened if I'd succumbed to her plea to stay. Not just for the night, but for the rest of her life."

Daniel looked at Teal'c and they both exchanged looks of an interested nature.

"What do YOU think might have happened?"

"Well, I would have probably asked her to marry me, and we wouldn't be here worrying about frat regs."

Daniel's eyes widened with sudden horrific disbelief. "You mean-?"

"Yes, Daniel. Christine's name is actually Samantha Carter. She was a freshman at Berkley when I was there." A nostalgic smile crossed his face. "She was brilliant. Beautiful, graceful, charming…and she could sing better than Sarah Brightman herself."

"He's got it bad." Daniel whispered.

"Anyway, she was never supposed to go into the air force. She was supposed to have a hot Broadway career, so I was more than shocked to see her as the Stargate expert with a doctorate in astrophysics of all things."

"And she doesn't know about your…history." Daniel prodded.

"I didn't think so, but…"

"She hasn't said a word to me."

"Nor to me."

"So…did YOU recognize her when she walked into the briefing room?"

"Yes, Daniel."

"And you didn't say anything?" He asked, incredulously.

"No, Daniel, I didn't. You of all people know what kind of person I was at that time. How could I tell her that I was back in her life only to follow it with 'my wife left me because my actions caused our only son to shoot himself. I'm just not ready for a relationship right now'?"

"That would indeed have been an inappropriate course of action."

"Glad I met with your approval, Teal'c." Jack said, testily. His leg was killing him, and he was getting increasingly weary of Daniel's questions. "Daniel, I think it's time for my meds."

"Jack, she needs to know."

"Dammit, Daniel! I can't just waltz up to her and say that I'm her Phantom! I'm her commanding officer, for crying out loud!"

"Well, something's gotta give." Daniel said, turning and leaving the room.

Jack looked out the window, mournfully as Sam had done. It was now drizzling. How appropriate, he thought.