The test results had come back with incontrovertible proof that Jack and Sam, somewhere, somehow, had managed to have a daughter. Not that he was really all that surprised, having already seen the girl and her familiarly large blue eyes. Nevertheless, his jaw clenched tightly as he reviewed the results, glaring menacingly at the page as if he could somehow ignite it with his mind. Science, on the best of days, gave Jack a bit of a headache. Today, with an impossibly conceived daughter on his base, the headache was quickly threatening to explode into a full-blown migraine. Nothing in all his long years of military training and service could have prepared him for this. Anything would be simpler than handling this. Taking out a squadron of Jaffa? Easy. Defeating an all-powerful Goual'd system lord? Piece of Cake. Facing his own child from an erased alternate timeline? Inconceivable.
As far as General Jack O'Neill was concerned, the girl simply had no place in this timeline. She shouldn't exist. It wasn't even that he wished her any ill. He didn't. She seemed like a perfectly lovely girl. But he hadn't spent the past eight years dancing around his feelings for Carter to wind up with a child neither one of them could remember conceiving. It was just plain wrong.
And really, what were they supposed to do now? In all fairness, they couldn't just ship the girl out into the world to let her find her own way. She had been raised in ancient Egypt, for crying out loud. She'd need a proper education in all things modern. He wasn't even sure if she could read. The Air Force was powerful, but he wasn't sure even they would be able to provide everything the girl was likely to need. She needed parents with proper clearance to help guide her through this new world, in much the way Janet Frasier had done for Cassandra. Only this girl was technically too old to be put up for adoption. Jack cursed silently. He did not want to be responsible for this teenaged girl. Even just thinking about her made his head hurt. He couldn't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable it would be trying to actually live with the girl.
He groaned, massaging his temples. The least he could do would be to let her stay on base for a while, to better assess her actual needs. With any luck, her Daniel had taught her some of the basics of this world, and her stay at Stargate Command would be short and sweet.