Jacob stayed a little more than a week. Neither Sam or Jack had any thoughts of resuming the behavior that he'd interrupted while Sam's father was in the house.

Jack had a mission he had to leave for at two o'clock in the morning the night after Jacob left, so that also wasn't a great time for them to come together the first time.

When Jack arrives home that night he finds Sam in a lot of lace. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say very little lace, but absolutely nothing but lace. It was an outfit that would get his blood pumping in literally any other circumstance. This just wasn't any other circumstance. This was him coming to tell the woman he loved that their mutual best friend had died.

"Sam," he says, and she tries to make sense of the devastation in his voice. Is she doing something wrong.

He sees the confusion written all over her face, and doesn't want what he is about to tell her to have anything to do with sex in her mind, so he walks past her to the bathroom to get a robe for her. It's his own, and it smells like him, so it doesn't have quite the effect on dampening her libido that he was hoping for.

"Daniel died," he says.

"No," she states with such confidence that some part of his mind believes it.

"Sam," he says reaching out to her.

"No, that's not fair. He was a really good person."

"There is nothing fair about death," Jack says softly.

"Jonas already died, I should…I should be excused from this for a while!" she objects.

"That's not really the way it works," Jack insists.

"We have to…contact his family. We have to tell someone."

"Daniel didn't really have family," Jack reminds her.

"I know that he was in foster care, but there has to be extended family somewhere. We have to look them up, find them, explain what happened."

"I'm sure the General is going to take care of that."

"No, not the General. It has to be us," she says.

"Sam, I'll look for someone to contact tomorrow, but honestly, I think we have to accept that we are his next of kin. We're the closest thing that he has to family."

"Well, that wasn't very fair either," she pouts.

"I know, but it's better than when he didn't have anyone," Jack reminds her.

"I was going to ask him to be my baby's godfather," she whispers.

"He would have been honored."

"I suppose I am going to have to find someone outside of the mountain to do that. Certainly no one who works in the mountain is going to live long enough to raise this child, and I don't want my father ending up getting burdened by it."

"No one is going to consider raising that little angel a burden, and I am sure that that both you and I are going to be around for a long time to take care of him."

"Well, up until a few minutes ago I thought that Daniel was going to be around for a long time too. I have to fill out this care plan. Even though I'm not technically in the Air Force, they want me to make sure I have people to take care of my kid in case I'm stuck off world or something when I go back to work after he is born. I don't think I was taking the whole thing seriously enough. I was writing down people like you and Janet. Who am I kidding? If I can't take care of my baby neither of you are probably going to be able to either," she says the whole rant with barely a breath. It's a feat she might have been able to pull of pretty easily before the pregnancy, but now going that long without air takes way too much out of her.

"Sam. We're not going to be making any major life decisions right now. Grief is just not a time when you can think logically. But if you still feel like this in a couple of weeks I will resign my commission. It would be a couple of months before I was out, but you probably wouldn't even be back from maternity leave yet."

"I would never ask you do that. It's not even your kid, Jack."

Jack sighs, placing his hand on her stomach. The baby moves. To feel evidence of life when he has spent the day soaked in death is such a relief to him. He tries to hide his excitement, he feels pretty guilty feeling happiness for any reason so soon after he told her that their friend died.

"Sam. I love this kid. You get that right?"

She nods.

"I missed a lot with Charlie, and Ava. Especially Charlie. I was oversees. Sarah kept begging me to take a different job that would mean I was home a lot more. She kept begging me to quit. She had to do it all alone, and she had to worry about what would happen if I died, and she ended up raising those kids on her own. I don't want to do that to anyone again."

Sam knows that Jack takes all the blame for the divorce onto himself. "Jack, I'm not going to leave you if you stay in the Air Force. I understand that it's a big part of you."

"I appreciate that," he says giving her a weak smile, "I just don't want you to be unhappy. I want you to have everything that you want out of life."

"I have you, and that's a lot. I wish I still had Daniel though," she says more seriously causing the grief to hit him in the chest all over again.

"I know," he says seriously.

"I feel like watching some really bad TV."

"Okay," he says giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. She hands him the remote, and then heads to the bedroom to change. It's only then that he remembers the outfit she had on when he came home.

Yep, the universe is definitely conspiring to keep him from ever getting laid.