He's always smiling.

It's starting to bug me.

How can anyone be that happy all the time?

I never was that wide eyed. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

Or if I was, I hid it well.

Under the crusty, cool, son-of -a bitch exterior.

Reputation.

Yet he just smiles.

First time in space.

First time off the base.

And he's smiling.

The kid is brilliant, I'll give him that.

And a quick study- hell, even faster than Daniel was at gobbling up all that stuff.

And he follows my orders, even the ones he doesn't like.

But he keeps fish.

And eats bananas.

And watches the weather channel .

For fun.

Even Spacemonkey wasn't that weird.

At least Carter hasn't fallen over in a puddle of drool like all the other women on the base when they see him coming.

Even if he does seem to spend half his time at her lab.

But underneath it all he's a good man.

With potential.

I can trust him. He won't screw up. At least not intentionally.

And he saved our lives on that ship.

Almost drowned getting us out.

He wouldn't leave.

Yeah, the kid's got guts.

That wins points big time. Rule number one, never leave anyone behind.

OK, now we're flying here.

"ALL members of SG-1 present and accounted for."

Ok, he's earned it.

I admit it.

And he's smiling again.

First time in a death glider.

Yeah, right.

Well, then, time for a little spin.

Oh, yeah.

Still in charge.

And now I'm smiling.