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When Jack
awoke the next morning, the first thing he noticed was he was cold. The second
thing he noticed was he and Sam were alone.

"Sam," he whispered to his wife. "Baby, wake up."

"What? What's wrong, Jack?" she mumbled.

"Where's Jenny?"

She rolled over to face him. "Right..." she trailed off when she
realized her daughter was not in the bed with them.

He saw the look on her face and jumped up. "Jenny?"

He and Sam went through the house calling for their daughter. Charlie stumbled
out of his room.

"Mom? Dad? What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Have you seen your sister?" asked Jack.

"No, sir."

"She's not in her room," said Sam, remembering the pain of the day
before when she'd come up missing.

"Did you check Sean's room?" asked Charlie. Jenny rarely went in
there.

"No," said Jack.

"We're gonna check her treehouse again. You look in Sean's room,"
said Sam.

Charlie put on his t-shirt and slippers before going to his baby brother's
room. He opened the door slowly as to not wake the sleeping infant. He smiled
when he saw his brother lying in his crib.

He stuck his head out the door just as Sam and Jack were opening the back door.
"Dad? Mom? Come here. You guys gotta see this."

They ran up the stairs. "What?" asked Jack.

Charlie put his finger to his lips. "Shh...look." He opened the door
wider and Jack and Sam both breathed a sigh of relief. There in their youngest
son's crib, was their daughter. She was spooned against Sean, holding him
tightly.

Jack fought back tears at the sight. Sam, on the other hand, couldn't.
"Charlie, go get the camera," whispered Jack.

Charlie disappeared as Jack wrapped his arms around Sam. "It's
perfect," he whispered. "They both look so peaceful."

"I know," whispered Sam.

"Here, dad," whispered Charlie as he handed his father the camera.
Jack walked over to the crib and quietly took a picture of his sleeping
children.

"Perfect," he whispered.

The sound of the camera woke Jenny. "Daddy?" She turned and looked at
Jack sleepily.

"Shh, honey. Go back to sleep," he whispered, reaching down to stroke
her hair.

She yawned and stretched. "Not sleepy now," she said holding her arms
out for Jack to pick her up.

He handed the camera to Sam and picked up Jenny. "When did you come in
here?" he whispered as she stuck her thumb in her mouth.

"Last night. I heard him crying. I was having bad dweam and he felt
it," she said softly.

"Really?" asked Jack with a smile as he carried her into the living
room.

"Uh huh. I was dweaming about the bad man."

"What bad man, baby?" he asked sitting down on the couch.

"Pete," she whispered, shuddering.

"You dreamed about Pete?" asked Sam, handing her some orange juice in
a sippy cup.

"Uh huh," she said softly. "He pushed me down and told me I was
bad," she said. She looked up at Jack with a serious and sad look in her
eyes. "Am I bad, daddy?"

"No, baby," he said hugging her tightly as she drank her juice.
"You're a good girl...a very good girl."

Jack was thinking that if he could kill Pete over and over again, he would for
making his baby girl's life miserable. He looked down at Jenny and saw that
she'd fallen asleep again. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Sam, she's got a fever," he said.

"Well, we both knew she would," said Sam. "I'll get the Tylenol.
You can wake her up to take it."

"Doh!" said Jack. Jenny was like her daddy when it came to waking her
up...ornery and unhappy. Sam returned just as Jack woke Jenny.

She coughed herself awake. "Daddy?"

"It's ok, honey. Mommy brought you some medicine."

Jenny drank the medicine without complaint as Sam came back with the
thermometer. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Sam put it to her
daughter's ear and took the reading. "101�," she told Jack.

She could tell from the look in Jack's eyes that he blamed himself. "Jack,
it's not your fault," she whispered as she sat down beside him.

"I yelled at her, Sam. She ran away because I yelled at her," he said
softly.

Jenny opened her eyes and looked up at Jack sleepily. "I'm ok, daddy. Not
your fault," she whispered sleepily.

Jack held her close to his chest and kissed her forehead. "My baby
girl," he whispered as his tears fell.

A cry from Sean broke him out of his thoughts. "I'll get him," said
Sam.

"Sean," whispered Jenny. "It's ok, Sean. Mommy's coming to get
you." They both noticed that when Jenny said that, Sean quit crying.

"Ok. Now that's weird," said Jack, looking down at his
once-again-sleeping daughter.

Sam returned from getting Sean and sat down beside Jack again. Charlie,
apparently, had gone back to sleep. Sean looked over at his sleeping sister.

"Jenny?" It was strange, but they could hear the obvious concern
coming from their son.

"She's ok, Sean," said Jack. "She's sleeping."

"Ok, dada," said the little boy. He, unlike Jenny, did not suck his
thumb. He preferred a pacifier.

Sam sat him on the floor surrounded by toys. "I'm gonna go get breakfast
started."

"Ok," said Jack. "I'll call the base and let them know that she
won't be going to school today."

"You do that."

Jack picked up the phone and dialed the SGC. "Harriman."

"Walter, it's O'Neill. Listen. Let Jenny's teacher know that she's still
running a fever and won't be in today."

"Yes, sir. Is that all, sir?"

"Yep. Just let her know that Jenny's sick and Sam and I won't be in today
either."

"Yes, sir."

"Bye, Walter."

"Bye, sir."

Jack chuckled as he hung up the phone. "Jack?" said Sam.

"Hmm?'

"Go tell Charlie breakfast is ready," she said, coming back and
picking up Sean.

"Ok," he said, standing up and walking to his son's room. He knocked
on the door.

"What?" came the grumpy answer from inside.

"Charlie, mom said breakfast is ready," he said with a smile.

"Ok, dad. Be there in a minute."

Jack chuckled and went to the dining room. Sam had put Sean in his high chair
and was feeding him some eggs.

"You gonna wake her up?" asked Sam.

"Yeah. She needs to eat something," he said as he sat down. He
adjusted Jenny to look at her sleeping face. "Wake up, baby," he said
softly.

"Uh uh," she said with a slight whimper.

"Jenny, you need to eat something," he said, turning her to face the
table.

"Not hungry, daddy," she said.

"I know, but you still need to eat something."

Charlie came in and sat down at the table. "She ok?"

"Yeah. We're trying to get her to eat something, but she says she's not
hungry," said Sam.

"What's wrong, Jenny?" he asked his sister.

"I don't feel good, Charlie," she said softly, as she laid her head
on Jack's chest. Jack began stroking her hair softly. "I'm cold,
daddy." She was indeed shivering.

Sam went to the living room to get her blanket. She handed it to Jack and he
wrapped it around Jenny's trembling body. Sam handed him a small plate of eggs
and bacon.

"Here, Jack. Try to get her to eat something," she said.

He picked up the fork and cut up the scrambled eggs into tiny pieces to try and
coax her into eating. In the end, he was able to get her to eat four or five
bites of eggs and half a piece of bacon.

"Full," she said, pushing the plate away.

"Just a little bit more, honey," he said.

"Please, daddy. No more," she said with a tremble in her voice.
"My throat and my tummy hurts again." She laid her head back against
his chest.

"Here, Jenny. Lay down and I'll rub your tummy," he said, moving her
to where she was laying down across his legs. With one hand, he rubbed her
stomach gently and with the other hand, he started eating. When he'd finished,
he looked down, and a smile hit his lips. She was asleep again, her thumb once
more in her mouth.

He slowly maneuvered her to where her head was resting against his chest.
"She's still a little warm," he told Sam. "And her breathing's
not so good," he said as he felt her shallow breath against his chest.

She coughed slightly and whimpered in her sleep. He started rocking her slowly.
"Let's just hope she doesn't get pneumonia again," said Sam.

"Yeah. I barely survived that the last time," said Jack, remembering
almost losing her because of the action of an inept doctor.

Jenny opened her eyes and started crying. "Daddy, my tummy hurts,"
she said through her tears.

She turned an interesting shade of green and Sam grabbed her and ran to the
bathroom; Jack was close behind. She held Jenny over the toilet as she threw up
the breakfast she'd eaten earlier. When she was finished, she collapsed in
Sam's arms.

"My tummy feels better, mommy, but now my throat hurts again," said
Jenny sobbing uncontrollably.

Sam stood up and cradled her daughter against her chest. She was definitely
sick. Jack handed her a glass of water.

"Rinse your mouth out, Jenny," he said. She did it without
hesitation. "Don't swallow it. Spit it out," he told the trembling
three year old. Her fourth birthday was in three weeks. She had to be better by
that time.

Sam leaned her over the sink and she spit out the water. "Mommy?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't feel good," she whispered.

"I know, baby," said Sam, holding her closely, as she ran her a warm
bath.

"I'm gonna call and make an appointment for her," said Jack.

"Ok," said Sam as she stripped Jenny down and put her shivering
daughter in the tub.

Jack came back with the phone and dialed Jenny's pediatrician. "Dr.
Landrum's office. Can I help you?"

"Yeah. This is Jack O'Neill. I need to make an appointment for my
daughter, Jenny."

"And what seems to be the problem?"

"She's running a fever and she's been throwing up and coughing. Her
stomach and her throat hurt. I need that appointment today...as soon as
possible."

He heard some typing at the other end. "How does 9:30 sound?"

"That'd be great," said Jack. "Thanks."

He hung up the phone and turned to his wife. "We got her in at 9:30," he said.

"Good," said Sam, pouring water on the shivering little girls back.
"That gives us an hour to get the kids cleaned up."

"Yeah," said Jack, sitting on the toilet to face Jenny. She looked up
at Jack and gave him a weak smile. He reached out and gently stroked her hair.
"You ok, honey?"

"No," she said softly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on the
side of the tub where it was cool. "I don't feel good," she
whispered. Sam put a cold washrag on her forehead and kissed her cheek.
"Mommy?"

"Hmm?"

"Am I gonna die?"

"No!" exclaimed Sam, wondering where her young daughter had heard
that phrase. Wherever she had heard it, she was definitely not going back.
"You're gonna be fine," she said in a more docile tone. "You've
just got a bad cold."

Sam looked up at Jack and saw he had tears in his eyes. She reached out and
touched his hand. When he looked up at her, she said, "She's gonna be
fine, Jack."

"I know," he whispered. He looked down at Jenny and saw that she'd
fallen asleep again. "She's asleep."

He picked up a towel and held it out while Sam took the sleeping child out of
the bathtub. She placed Jenny in Jack's arms and he wrapped the towel around
her. He gently dried her off and carried her into her room. He laid her on the
bed while Sam got her some warm clothes. "I'll go get Sean ready," he
said and left the room.

Sam dressed Jenny as Jack dressed Sean. She picked up the sleeping child and
wrapped her in her baby blanket. She picked up Charlie and went into the living
room. Charlie was helping Jack with Sean. He was more of a wiggler than his
sister had been.

"You ready?" he asked Sam.

"Yeah. She's still asleep so we should get going," said Sam,
relinquishing Jenny to Jack. Charlie was holding Sean.

"Jenny?" asked Sean.

"She's ok, Sean. We're going to take her to the doctor," said
Charlie.

"Ok, Charlie."

They got them in the car and Jenny stayed asleep the whole time. Sam took her
out of her car seat when they got to the doctor's office and carried her
inside.

"Can I help you?" asked a receptionist.

"Yes. My husband made an appointment for our daughter for 9:30 with Dr. Landrum," said Sam.

"Your name and the name of your daughter?"

"I'm Samantha O'Neill. This is Jenny," said Sam.

The receptionist typed their names into the computer and brought up Jenny's
records. "Ok. Please have a seat and the nurse will be with you in a
moment."

Jenny was still sleeping soundly when the nurse came out. "Mrs.
O'Neill?"

Sam stood. "I'm Mrs. O'Neill," she said.

"Please follow me," said the nurse.

"Charlie, watch your brother," said Jack. "I'm going with your
mom."

"Yes, sir," he said, content to sit there playing with his little
brother.

Jack and Sam went with the nurse to take Jenny's vitals. "Lay her on the table
please."

Sam did as she asked, placing her daughter on the sterile examination table.
She listened to Jenny's chest and muttered something. The nurse took her
temperature, blood pressure, and drew some blood. This last item caused Jenny
to whimper in her sleep.

Jack picked up Jenny when she whimpered. "How high is her temp?"
asked Sam.

"103�," said the nurse.

"That's 2� higher than it was when I took it earlier," said Sam,
worriedly.

"Please wait out front," said the nurse. She took the results of the
tests to the doctor, leaving Jack and Sam to go back to the waiting room.

"Dad?" asked Charlie, worry evident in his one word question.

"She's still sleeping," he said. "She's got a high fever, but
we're waiting on the doctor." He sat down beside his sons and watched them
play together. Every once in a while, Sean would look up at Jenny and she would
get a smile on her sleeping face. Then, Sean would get one on his face. It was
almost as if they were communicating somehow. He mentally shook his head and
returned to watching his sleeping daughter.

She opened her eyes. "Daddy?"

"Shh...it's ok," he whispered, cradling her against his chest.

"I'm cold," she said, shivering slightly.

Jack tucked the baby blanket around her and she stuck her thumb in her mouth.
She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She looked over at
Sam and smiled sleepily.

"I love you, mommy," she whispered around her thumb.

Sam leaned over and kissed her gently. "I love you too, baby."

A male nurse came out. "Jennifer O'Neill."

Sam and Jack stood and, with Jenny in his arms, followed the nurse into another
exam room. "Dr. Landrum will be right with you," he said, eyeing Sam.

"Thank you," said Jack, gruffly. He'd seen the look the nurse had
given his wife and he hadn't liked it.

Sam smiled at the sound of jealousy in Jack's voice. It reminded her of when
they'd first gotten together after Jenny had fallen at the sleepover center.
The nurse at the hospital had given Jack the same look and she became jealous.
She leaned into Jack and he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. Jenny
reached out and grasped Sam's shirt, holding it tightly in her little fist. She
closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. She really didn't like the
doctor. She missed Aunt Janet.

The door opened and Jenny's pediatrician stepped in. "Sam...Jack. What
seems to be the problem?"

"Jenny's got a really bad cold. At least, that's all we hope it is. She's
been running a fever for the last few days and she's been throwing up,"
said Sam.

"Mommy, my tummy hurts again," said Jenny.

Jack laid her down across his lap and began to rub her belly gently as Sam
stroked her hair. "Her appendix was taken out two years ago right?"
asked the doctor.

"Yes," said Jack.

"Other than pneumonia, she hasn't had any serious illness," said the
doctor.

Jack looked up Sam. They both remembered the leukemia. But, that wouldn't be in
any of the records because of the need-to-know situation of the Asgard.

"Put her on the table please," said the doctor.

Jack stood and laid her on the table. "Daddy?"

"It's ok, baby. Me and mommy are right here." Sam stood and moved to
where Jenny could see her.

The doctor listened to her chest. "She's a little congested, but not
much." He turned to Jack. "Can you get her to open her mouth for me?
I want to take a look at her throat."

"Open wide, baby," said Jack.

"No," said Jenny. She was beginning to cry. Sam picked her up and sat
on the exam table with her.

"Open your mouth, Jenny," said Sam. "He's not gonna hurt you."

She looked up at Jack with tears in her eyes. He leaned over and kissed her
forehead. "It's ok, baby. Mommy's right. He won't hurt you," he said
softly.

She looked up at Sam with fear in her eyes. The last time she was there, he'd
poked and prodded her. She was scared of him. But, somewhere inside, she knew
her mommy and daddy wouldn't let him hurt her.

She slowly opened her mouth and let the doctor look inside. "Hmm," he
said. He quickly got a swab sample before she shut her mouth. He felt her throat.
"Her throat is a bit swollen." He stood up. "I'll put a rush on
this culture."

"Doc?" asked Jack.

"It's possible she has strep throat, but I just want to be sure."

Several minutes later he returned with a couple of syringes. "She does
have strep," he said. "I'm going to give her a shot of penicillin to
fight the infection. I've got some in liquid form that I want you to give her
every six hours. That, along with the Children's Tylenol, should take care of
it within a few days. Keep her away from other children for a few days so they
won't contract it."

"Thank you," said Jack.

"Mommy?" asked Jenny in a soft voice.

"Hmm?"

"I wanna go home," she whispered.

"Ok. We'll go home," said Sam.

She laid her head on Sam's shoulder and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She
smiled sleepily at Jack, who kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes
and drifted to sleep.

Sam tucked the blanket tighter around her before they headed out to get their
sons. "Dad?" asked Charlie.

"She's got strep throat. We need to keep her away from you and Sean for a
few days so you two don't catch it," said Jack.

"That's gonna be hard. You know she loves to play with Sean," said
Sam, holding still while Jack placed Jenny's Winnie the Pooh ski cap on her
head. She was still running a slight fever, but he could tell it was slowly
coming down.

He let Sam hold her while he drove them home. He knew they should place her in
her car seat, but it was the only way to keep her apart from her brothers.
Besides, Sam didn't seem to mind.

"Mom?"

"Yeah Charlie?"

"Is she gonna be ok?" Sam looked through the mirror at Charlie and
could see the worry in his eyes. Since he'd come through the mirror, she'd been
so sick.

"Yeah honey. She's gonna be fine. As long as we keep her still and juiced
up, she'll be fine," she said.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Charlie," said Jack. "The doctor told us to keep her away
from other kids so that you two won't catch her strep. He said she'd be fine in
a few days."

"Ok dad."

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The next four days were the longest of Jenny's short life. She knew that she
was sick. But, she didn't understand why she couldn't play with her brothers.

After a week of being isolated, Jenny felt better, but she also felt sad. She
couldn't get anyone to play with her. Jack and Sam found her in her room
rocking back and forth, holding her bear and crying silently.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Jack.

"Nobody likes me no more, daddy," she said as he picked her up and
sat down on her bed.

"Why do you say that?" asked Sam.

"Nobody wants to play wif me," she said with a sniffle. She laid her
head on Jack's chest.

"They do want to play with you, honey," said Sam. "But, you've
been too sick to play."

"But, I'm all better," she said. "They still don't wanna play wif
me. I tried and Sean said 'no...sick.'" She buried her head in Jack's
chest and cried with a broken heart.

Jack looked at Sam. "Go get Sean and Charlie."

Sam kissed Jenny on the side of the head and left to find the boys. She found
them playing in Sean's room.

"Hey mom."

"Hey, Charlie."

"What's wrong?"

"Jenny wants to play with you two, but she said you don't want to play
with her," said Sam.

"That's not true!" exclaimed Charlie. "She's been sick and we
were doing what dad told us."

"Well, she's better now. She's sitting in her room crying because she
thinks her brothers don't like her anymore."

Charlie picked up Sean and took off for Jenny's room. She was still sitting on
Jack's lap sniffling.

"Jenny?" asked Charlie as he sat Sean on the floor.

She looked up with sadness in her blue eyes. "What?"

"Are you mad at me?" he asked quietly.

"You won't play wif me anymore. Nobody will play wif me anymore," she
said softly.

"That's because you're sick," said Charlie.

"I'm all better," she insisted tearfully.

Charlie looked at Jack who nodded. "She hasn't had any fever for two days
and she seems to be fine."

Sean seemed to agree. "Play Jenny?" They could all hear the question
in Sean's tiny voice.

She seemed to perk up at her baby brother's request. Jack dried her tears and
kissed her cheek. He sat her down on the floor and watched as Charlie sat down
with her and Sean and began to play with her. He wrapped his arms around Sam as
Jenny muttered, "Brothers. Sheesh."

The slight outburst caused Sam, Jack, and Charlie to laugh uncontrollably.

Jenny looked confused. "What?" she asked with a yawn.

"Nothing, honey," said Sam. "You guys gonna be ok for a little
bit?"

"Yeah mom. Why?" said Charlie.

"Well, Uncle Daniel is coming over to watch the three of you while your
dad and I run some errands."

"Mom! I can watch the rugrats!" he insisted.

"We know Charlie. But, given everything that's happened recently, we don't
want to leave you guys alone without us or Daniel or Teal'c."

"Oh alright," said Charlie.

The phone rang downstairs and Sam went to answer it. "Hello?"

"Sam, it's Daniel. You guys need to come to the base now," said
Daniel breathlessly.

"Why? What's going on?"

"SG-3 just returned from P3x-568 and they brought someone with them that
you need to see."

Sam's heart stopped. "Please tell me it's not Pete."

"It's not Pete," said Daniel. She could hear the happiness in his
voice, but couldn't understand why.

"Who then?"

"I can't tell you. You wouldn't believe me even if I did. Just get your butts
here ASAP!"

With that, Daniel hung up the phone. Sam stared at the phone until the operator
came on. She hung it up and turned to watch Jack walk down the stairs.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Daniel. He said we need to get to the base immediately. SG-3 brought
someone back with them on their last mission that we have to see."

Jack tensed. "Who?"

"He wouldn't tell me. But, he did say that it wasn't Pete."

Jack let out a breath he didn't know that he'd been holding. "Good. I
don't know how many more times I can kill that idiot."

"Well, let's get the kids and go," said Sam. "I'm very curious
to see who it is."

They went upstairs and saw Jenny curled up on her bed asleep. "What
happened?" asked Jack.

Charlie shrugged. "I guess she was just tired." He looked over at his
sleeping sister and smiled. "She fell asleep not too long after you two
went downstairs."

Jack smiled and picked Jenny up. She automatically wrapped her arms around his
neck and snuggled up to her daddy. His grin got bigger and bigger.

"Jack, if your grin gets any bigger, you're gonna split your face in
two," said Sam with a chuckle.

"Well, I haven't had a chance to do much snuggling with my daughter for
the last week," he said softly.

"Come on, Charlie. We've got to get to the base," said Sam, still
chuckling at Jack's statement. She picked up Sean and headed out of Jenny's
room.

He picked up Jenny's baby blanket and followed Sam out of his only daughter's
room. Jack held her closely as they went to the truck. He had told the truth.
Since Jenny had gotten sick this last time, he hadn't had a chance to just
snuggle with his daughter and it was something he'd missed terribly.

He reluctantly put her in her car seat for the trip to the base. She stayed
asleep the whole time. Once they arrived, however, she opened her eyes.

"Mommy?"

Sam turned around and smiled at the sleepy look on her daughter's face.
"Hmm?"

"Where're we goin?"

"To the base," said Sam handing her a juice box.

"Thank you, mommy," said Jenny.

"You're welcome, honey," said Sam.

Jenny looked at Jack's face in the rearview mirror and smiled at her daddy.
Jack returned her smile tenfold. She began to drink her juice and stared out
the window. Her eyes widened in surprise and she gasped.

"What's wrong?" asked Sam turning around again.

Jenny grinned mischievously and said softly, "Nuffin."

Sam narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "What're you thinking about?"

"Nuffin," was all Jenny would say.

"You know who's at the base, don't you?" asked Charlie.

"Uh huh," she said with a smile.

"Who?" asked Jack.

"Not tellin'. It's a secret."

"Why's it a secret, sweetheart?"

"Cause Unca Danny dudn't want me to tell," she said with a yawn. She
closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After all, she'd been sick for over a
week and was still exhausted.

Jack parked the truck and gently took Jenny out of her car seat. She snuggled
up to him and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She still had the sneaky smile on
her face as she did when she told them it was a secret. That smile melted Jack's
heart as nothing else could.

He tucked her closer to him and followed Sam and the boys into the mountain.
They ran their palms over the scanner and were allowed access to the SGC. They
asked several different airmen who it was that had come through the gate.
However, no one was telling them anything.

They met Daniel at the entrance to Jack's office.

"Hey guys," he said, literally bouncing on his feet.

"Daniel, what's going on?" asked Sam as she handed a now-sleeping
Sean to Charlie.

"Come with me," he said as he started to walk away.

"Daniel," growled Jack.

Jenny opened her eyes and smiled at Daniel. "Hi Unca Danny."

"Hey sweetheart," he said. "Do you remember what I told
you?"

"Uh huh," she said with a yawn.

"Come on," said Daniel reaching for her.

"Nuh uh," she said. "Wanna stay with daddy." She wrapped
her arms around Jack's neck and laid her head down.

A flash of jealousy quickly appeared on Daniel's face, but then was just as
quickly replaced with a smile. Jack noticed this, however, and tightened his
grip on Jenny.

"Lead the way, Daniel," he said. Something wasn't right, but Jack
couldn't put his finger on it. He knew Daniel had spent a lot of time with
Jenny before he found out about her. Could that be what was wrong? Was Daniel
jealous because he didn't get to spend as much time with Jenny as he did
before? Nah.

He took Sam by the hand and they followed Daniel to the infirmary.

"Daddy!" A little boy around Jenny's age came running towards them.
He had brown hair and blue eyes, covered by small glasses.

Daniel got him in mid-jump and the boy snuggled up to him. "I missed you,
daddy," he said.

"Daniel? Who's this?" asked Sam.

"Hi Unca Jack! Hi Aunt Sam!"

"Daniel?"

Daniel smiled widely. "This is Braeden Thomas Jackson. He's my son,"
he said with much pride in his voice.

"By whom?" demanded Jack.

A familiar voice came from behind the curtain. "That would be me."

Jack nearly dropped Jenny when the person stepped from behind the curtain. Sam
gasped out loud as tears began streaming down her face.

"J...J...Janet?"
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