Before Sam knew what was happening another week had passed her by; not without some changes though. After the nearly surreal conversation with Jack, who instead of trying to cheer her up had actually had a serious conversation, she was rewarded with him calling her Sam more often. In her lab, in private conversations carried out down the hall, and when off base he always referred to her by her given name instead of her surname. The first time her father and the rest of SG-1 had heard him call her Sam mouths could be found hanging open. Well, only in Janet and Daniel's case really. The others had been more careful in their reactions, except Cassie who spent the rest of the night with a smile plastered against her face.

After that conversation Sam's anger seemed to disappear entirely. While she hadn't thrown things or barked at anyone since her sessions with Andrew she had made more improvements after her talk with Jack. Overnight she seemed to be herself again. She didn't get frustrated at the drop of a hat and when she was frustrated she didn't storm out like she had been. She was back to her tight smiles, questioning looks, and sighs of exasperation; which all seemed reserved for the other SG scientists as they were the only ones who seemed to bother her, just like before.

Things between her and Andrew were a little bit strained but they carried on with their sessions. Those were a bit difficult though as talking like friends felt a bit out of place as she was the one that had separated his roles as friend and shrink. It didn't help that she didn't find either role suitable to know about the guilt she had carried. She had tried but had been unsuccessful in explaining further why SG-1 could know the details and her guilt while he couldn't. The truth of the matter was only Jack knew for sure, as she had told him. But she was willing to bet money that Teal'c knew, as only he knew everything else, and that Janet had figured it out, like she always seemed to. Daniel … he could probably guess if he thought about it but, he hadn't given any indication that he had.

"Sam?"

"Dad," Sam smiled as her father sat across from her at the table in the commissary. She pulled her files towards her, placing them in one stack so that he had room in front of him to sit his coffee. "Is Selmak handling that alright?"

"She insisted, thought I might like a cup before I head out."

"You're leaving," Sam asked with her brow furrowed. She didn't think he'd mentioned it before now …

"Yeah, the Tok'ra sent word a few minutes ago. They need me for a mission. But, I'll be back –"

Sam placed her hands on top of his while he held the coffee cup in between them. "It's alright Dad. I'm alright, really. Don't worry about me. I'm doing great and everybody is being wonderful. Just focus on your mission. I don't want you to worry about me, it'll distract you. You can't afford that."

She and Jacob shared a comfortable smile before they were interrupted by Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c sitting down besides them. "Hey kids, whatcha talking about?"
Jacob raised his brow at Jack's question like he always did. He was older than Jack, even without the 2,000 year old symbiote in his head. "Sir," Sam half laughed half chastised as he ignored Jacob and dug into his cake.

"Sam," he offered before taking a bite of his cake.

Sir? Really?

"Old habits and all," she shrugged before she pulled the cake and fork away from him so that he couldn't reach it.

I'm working on it.

"Hey!" Jack tried to take his cake back but Sam was doing an expert job of swatting his hands away. "Why'd you steal my cake?"

"I'm holding it hostage," Sam offered easily.

"What the hell for?"

"As the commanding officer of SG-1 it's your responsibility to take care of your team. And I don't see any cake for me here, do you?"

"So what, I gotta get up and get another piece of cake because you don't want to?"

"No Sir," Sam offered with a devilish smile. "You're supposed to get me blue jell-o because it would be the nice thing to do."

Jack mumbled to himself as he stood up from the table and made his way back to the line. Satisfied that he would get her jell-o Sam sat the fork back on the plate and pushed it towards Jack's empty seat … and Teal'c. She didn't know how she managed to keep a straight face but it didn't last long. "Look, here's your jell-o now give me – Teal'c! What are you doing? That's my cake!"

"Were you not finished O'Neill," Teal'c asked before taking the last bite of cake.

"Oh for crying out loud," Jack cried as Sam started giggling. "Traitors, all of you. And you," Jack cried as Sam stood up and took her jell-o and spoon out of his hands, not that he was offering them to her though. "I'll get you for this."

"You can certainly try … Jack," Sam smiled her megawatt smile at him before she walked out of the commissary.