AN: During and after Jolinar's Memories and The Devil You Know.

Send happy thoughts, please. I'm headed straight into 100 Days, and I hate crying. Poor Sam.

It was official. Marty was on Jack's list. Martouf may have some soul-deep bond with Jolinar, but he didn't understand Carter at all. Nobody pushed Carter harder than she pushed herself, and if Jack had to watch that smarmy little guy talk to her one more time about the things he did with Jolinar when they "stayed up" all night Jack might just have to jettison one of those escape pods early. With Marty inside it.

Marty with his base model ship—Jack would be willing to bet he had some other things that were base model too. And why the need to recall that specific memory? Jack didn't trust him. He was trying to manipulate Carter. He was trying to make her feel things for him through Jolinar's feelings. Jack recognized the temptation. He had felt it briefly when he had looked into Dr. Carter's tear filled, trusting eyes and realized that she would give him anything if he played it right. Or wrong, as the case may be. It would have been wrong to exploit the feelings she had for someone else. Martouf was doing the exact same thing to Sam—to Carter by making her feel those "up all night" feelings that Jolinar had for him.

Okay, so maybe the kid was all right. Martouf hadn't let Apophis kill Carter, but really what did that prove? He was a decent medic, but bad dudes could be good with a gauze pad. Maybe finding out that Jolinar had slept her way out of Netu was some kind of cosmic retribution for what he put Carter through on the way there. Either way, Jack was ready to end this trip to Hell and back. Carter had been glued to Jacob's side since they made it back to the ship a couple of days ago, and for Jack, recovery from heat exhaustion had officially turned to boredom.

"Gin," Daniel declared showing his hand. Jack didn't bother checking.

"Go fish," Jack replied. A confused Daniel scrunched his brow and pursed his lips as if he was going to attempt some kind of reply. Fortunately, for both of them he didn't get the chance.

"Hey guys," Carter walked into the hall where they sat on the floor leaning against opposite walls.

"Carter," Jack greeted, "How's dad?"

"Much better. Selmak has been busy. But they're talking Tok'ra things now that I'm apparently not allowed to hear."

"Ah, well, pull up a piece of the floor and join us. Daniel, deal her in."

"To what?"

"Whatever." Daniel's eyebrows shot up in annoyance as he began to shuffle.

"So, you two are going to Alaska?" Daniel asked as Carter sat next to him with the Colonel's feet between them.

"Uhh, probably not Alaska, but somewhere, maybe," she answered.

"May I recommend fishing?" Jack offered.

"Fishing?" Carter asked incredulously.

"Yes, fishing. Why do you say it like that? It's a great way spend time with someone you care about, i.e. your dad, and catch up on things you may have missed over the past 20 or so years."

"I don't know if my dad is the fishing type," she offered. Jack noticed she didn't mention anything about herself, but if the tone was any indication, she didn't seem thrilled by the idea either. Too bad.

It was a good thing she was taking some time off, Jack thought. He could use the distance. He'd had a lot of time to think the last couple of days while they floated through space, and he'd also had a constant reminder in the form of his throbbing leg about how far he would go to protect her. Jolinar had used sex to manipulate Bynarr and execute her escape. Watching Carter walk away to try to get information from someone so unsavory, someone who would have no compunction about hurting Carter had almost been more than Jack could handle. She wasn't fearless. She wasn't fierce. She was afraid. She did it anyway. He had more respect for that than he would have for some cliche warrior woman.

"Do you have any 7's?" Daniel asked him.

"Go fish," Jack answered.

Carter was special, and not in some greeting card kind of way. She was special in the real ways, and Jack wasn't just into her. He didn't just have a thing for her. He cared about her in the real ways—in the ways he wasn't supposed to. He had known he was letting it go too far as it was happening, but the temptation of her laughing blue eyes had been too great. The excitement in her voice that he heard every time she told him that he was wrong, had been too damn cute. Her determination to fight through the fear had been too awe-inspiring, so here he was. Here he was sitting next to her in a hallway finally admitting to himself that he cared about her too much.

"Do you have any Jacks?" Carter asked Daniel.

"Nope. Go fish," Daniel answered. Jack was pretty sure they had skipped him.

"Do you have any Aces?" Daniel asked him.

"Yes," Jack answered with a glare.

"May I have them, please?" Daniel asked.

"No," Jack replied stubbornly.

"Jack..."

"Fine, here," he answered handing over the pair.

The time for prevention had passed, but he had to do something to stop the bleeding. Daniel hadn't seemed to have a problem moving on after Sha're died. Maybe a rebound was what he needed to get Carter out of his head. It didn't really seem like it would work, but he had to try something. Jack thought about Ke'ra/Linea and wondered if she had her memory intact if she would have minded being Daniel's rebound girl. The whole scenario was distasteful. Jack was going to have to figure out some other way to care less about the angel who had just facilitated his escape from Hell.

He should have asked Carter for the Jack he knew she had to go with the trio of his, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.