Jacob had been sitting in the commissary with Jack, having a cup of tea (for Selmak) when the word spread that Sam was on the rampage again.
"I wonder what set her off this time," Jack asked.
Jacob looked at the commissary doors as Andrew walked through them and directly to their table. "Andrew, I take it you've talked with Sam?"
"Sorry," he offered as he sat next to Jacob. "We hit a soft spot. I think seeing you might do her some good."
With a sharp nod Jacob left the commissary and headed directly for Sam's lab. He passed fewer people the closer he got and he knew they were keeping their distance. There was a loud crash as he approached her doorway and he knew this was more than a 'soft spot'. He arrived just in time to see her toss one of her stool's into the corner of the room. "Sam," he offered softly.
She looked to him, breathing heavily from her anger and her pain. He noticed her hands clenched tightly in fists as he slowly walked towards her. Gently he reached out a hand and touched her cheek. It was like watching a light turn on. She went from angry and hurt to merely hurt but … hurt more than she had been angry. She buried her face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. He knew why she was in so much pain; he'd seen the memory recall … Actually, it had been too painful to watch. Jacob had given Selmak control from the moment Oma had told them about Sam reliving the torture until the time she came back from Ba'al's fortress. He couldn't handle the knowledge of what had happened to his daughter, he didn't know how she coped with living through it.