Sorry kids! It's a little guy! I'm sure someone out there will love him. It's ongoing, and no, I havent given up on the other story. Don't panic!

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Nestled in the black leather chair in Jack's office, Danny swung his legs back and forth happily. Reading a book on Egyptology and sighing loudly, he put it down, idly scanning the room.

Bored and wanting some attention, the little archaeologist asked, "Dad, what are you doing? Want some help? Huh?"

Looking over the top of his glasses, Jack said,"Huh? No, but thanks for the offer, kiddo." Jack winked at the disappointed little face, and continued writing the report due day's ago. Stacking the pages, he knew that since Danny's down sizing, he had let thing's slip a little. Smiling to himself, he found the 'Dad' from his friend still a little un-nerving.

Jack snorted as the tiny archaeologist craned his neck to get a better look at his desk.

"Hey, move your hand! I can't read what you're writing!"

Arching his eyebrow, Jack said calmly, "That a fact? My, oh so, late report for the General? You want to see this?" Tapping Danny's nose, the colonel grumbled, "Don't you tell him it's late! Promise?" Smiling and shutting the folder, Jack glanced at the book that Danny placed on his desk.

"Good book? Hard to read from here though."

Giving a tiny shrug, Daniel palmed his eye and complained, "Maybe. My eyes are hurting though." Seeing the look of alarm on Jack's face, he quickly added," But I'm fine… honest."

Knowing how anxious his dad had been since his accident, Daniel groaned, and figured he'd be off to the Doc's before the final objection left his mouth.

It wasn't as though Danny didn't like Janet, he just felt a little uncomfortable around her. Her kind, warm face made him feel sad, and extremely frustrated. Did he like her? Were they even friends? Maybe, Janet didn't even like him before, and only liked him now because of his accident.

Having vague recollections of his previous life only, his past felt very mysterious. Sighing, he hoped Jack would get distracted, and he wouldn't have to face her today. Wriggling in his chair, he doubted it. Scratching his head, Daniel searched his memory for the millionth time.

Maybe, he thought, he'd fallen from a huge tree onto his head. He'd tried and tried, but just couldn't remember anything since his accident. His dad had been there when he'd woken up and had looked very upset. This frightened him, but then Jack smiled, and made lots of awful jokes and stuff. Sitting on his lap, Daniel wriggled comfortably, and knew that everything must be okay. His dad always seemed to make jokes, and everyone around them laughed. Even though he didn't remember Colonel Jack, he didn't care, because somehow, it just felt right.

The other people who had visited him were all very kind. Somehow, they all seemed vaguely familiar to him. Danny searched the corners of his mind, but his memories were fleeting, and their names kept slipping away. He did remember enough to know they were his friends, and like his daddy, that he could trust them.

Doctor Janet had explained that he had suffered a severe memory loss or amnesia, and that he may never fully remember his past. Holding his hand, she promised him that with his dad's help, the gaps would gradually be filled.

He'd spent a week in the infirmary, becoming familiar with the people working in the mountain. His dad had visited him loads, and had bought in a new Play Station with heaps of cool games. He'd loved playing the games, especially with his dad, but he'd preferred reading. The games were a little noisy, and didn't make much sense.

One morning, after his fruit loops, Jack came in and scooping him up, said cheerily, "Time to make like the wind, kiddo!"

Daniel giggled constantly while being carried piggyback style down the corridors of the SGC, and finally, he looked around at the outside world with a look of wonder. "Hey, Dad! It's so big!"

Yup, it sure is kiddo." Helping him with the seat belt, the Colonel told him all about their house and the great surprise that he had planned. "Huh? A surprise? Dadddd, come on! Tell me? Whaatttt?" Terribly excited, Daniel chattered and wheedled the whole way home, desperately trying to trick Jack into telling him the great secret.

Grinning, Jack would have none of it, and merely wiggled his eyebrows, "Patience, little grasshopper."

Pulling into the driveway, Daniel was beside himself with curiosity. Jack unbuckled him, and swinging him onto the ground, said, "No peeking! "Guiding him towards his new room, Jack finally took his hands from Danny's eyes, and laughed, "Here ya go kiddo, like it?"

"Wowww!" Daniel certainly did. His bedroom was amazing. It was full of Egyptian pictures, and books about archaeology. There was also a toy box stuffed full of games and puzzles. "Hey, kids gotta play, Daniel, can't have you sitting and reading all the time!"

Smiling and a little overawed by his new room, Danny nodded his head, and looking at his dad, said thoughtfully, "I like history books, Dad, don't you?"

"Yeah, love em. My favourite past time. Up there with doing budget reports."

Danny wrinkled his nose, and glancing at his dad's grinning face, wondered if we were being teased… again.

Danny asked endless questions about the SGC until Jack finally put a stop to it. "Kiddo, I'm off duty! Let's just make supper and talk about something else for a while."

Jack and Danny had a man-to-man talk after supper. Jack took his hand, and sitting him down, explained about his work at the mountain. Tapping the little boy's cheek to keep his wandering attention, Jack explained how it needed to be kept a secret. "Just remember, kiddo, me, you, Sam and Teal'c are a family, and that's all that matters, okay? Try to remember Teal'c's other name, Murray, when were out. He's a little… out there…"

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Jack got up, and frowning, walked over to Daniel, and knelt down in front of him. Looking into his eyes, he asked, "Hey Danny, you okay?" His brown eyes crinkling with concern; the colonel gently brushed the damp bangs from Danny's brow, and felt for the start of a fever

Daniel ducked the hand, and gave a weak smile. He threw his arm's around his dad's neck and whispered, "I'm fine, Daddy, my eyes hurt a little is all."

Jack grunted, and pulled him into a warm hug. "Huh-huh, Daniel, that a fact?" He remembered Janet testing Daniel's eyes after the accident, assuring them he didn't need glasses. Maybe, he thought, that had changed in the last few weeks. Maybe he should call the Doc and schedule another appointment.

Shutting his eyes, Danny leant into the embrace, and heaved a great sigh. "Dad-dd."

"I know, kiddo, I don't like the head thing anymore than you, okay?" Smelling the sweet shampoo that Danny used, Jack half closed his eyes and murmured, "Think we should see Doctor Janet again, don't you?"

"Dad! No! I'm fine!" Daniel whined.

'And there's my archaeologist,' Jack thought as a small smile touched his lips.

Danny wiggled from Jack's arms, and throwing himself into the back of the chair, kicked his leg's back and forth crossly. "I've just seen her! I've had my eyes tested! Why do I hafta go back?"

Jack slowly got to his feet, wincing at the twinge in his knees. "Yep, Danny, I'm afraid so. I'll give the Doc a call."

Ruffling the boy's hair lightly, Jack shrugged, and kindly said, "Let's not jump to conclusions. Let's see what the Doc has to say, okay?"

Dialling the number and listening to the little boy muttering under his breath that it wasn't fair; Jack waved his hand in the air, and motioned him towards the door. "Wait in the kitchen. We'll need to have a chat, and then some lunch."

Daniel huffed again, and rolling his eyes, dropped to the floor. Trailing to the door and shutting it harder than Jack would have liked; Danny shuffled down the hallway.

Jack arched an eyebrow at the show of temper, and patiently waited on the phone. Thinking carefully, he wondered about the slightly gangly, dark blonde haired boy that he thought of as his son.

It had been one hell of a month, both physically and emotionally for them both.

When Daniel had awoken in the infirmary, Jack had to deal with the pain of not having the Doctor Jackson that he remembered. He lost his best friend, and he grieved silently for him. The current manifestation was a child. Albeit, a very intelligent child, but a child none the less.

The mission to P-3X444 had supposed to be a simple diplomatic mission with SG9. Jack reluctantly let the linguist go without back up. Looking back, he remembered he thought it a bad idea. By all accounts, the villagers took an instant dislike to Daniel. SG9 had been stunned, and when regaining consciousness found the eight-year Daniel asleep near the well.

As far as Jack could determine, Daniel and the marines had been involved in a heated discussion with the elders. Daniel desperately tried diplomacy, but apparently, they hadn't been interested. Major Breen looked at his fellow marines, and shrugged apologetically, "Sir, it just to hell in a hand basket."

Placing the phone back on the cradle, and scribbling down the appointment time, Jack sighed very softly. Fortunately, Daniel had readily accepted him as his father. The little archaeologist didn't remember anything to the contrary. The alien weapon erased the boy's memories, and Jack didn't know whether the amnesia would be temporary or permanent. Nobody did.

As he scrubbed his hand through his hair, Jack smiled. The one thing that he did know for sure that was Danny would be raised as his son. He'd care for him until Carter or some egghead could reverse this disaster.

Or not…