Author's Note: This isn't a sequel, or even an add on to any of the ongoing
storylines... It's just a story using Shawn. It's purely for fun, unless
something happens when I'm writing it and it turns a little more serious,
but it definitely won't be angsty, and it'll have more humor than anything
else. (it takes place after Aftermaths, so everything is fine between Sam
and Jack, and no one is wearing casts or braces or anything)
Disclaimer: I don't own any Stargate SG-1 characters. I do, however, own Shawn
~*~
Jack O'Neill was standing in his driveway, leaning against the front fender of his truck when a blue Pontiac pulled into the drive next to him. He smiled when he saw the small figure in the back seat squirming to escape his seatbelt and open the door.
"Jack!"
The boy flung himself against O'Neill, who grabbed him up into a bear hug, holding him tightly for a moment before letting him down.
"Hey, Shawn, it's good to see you, buddy."
"You, too."
They both turned and watched as Shawn's parents got out of the front of the car, his mother coming right up to Jack while his father went to open the trunk.
"Jack, you're looking well," Shawn's mother said, holding her hand out to him.
"Thanks, Dottie, you look great. How are you?"
"Fine. Just fine. It's so good of you to take Shawn this weekend. Not that we don't want him with us..."
"But a convention is no place for a young boy," Shawn's father said as he walked over with a suitcase and a backpack in his hands. He set them down and held out his hand. "Good to see you again, Colonel O'Neill."
"You, too. Thanks." Jack shook his hand, and grinned down at Shawn. "I'm glad to have him." Shawn beamed.
"We loaded him up with some spending money, in case the two of you go anywhere, but don't let him buy too much candy, okay?"
Jack gave her an innocent look; one that was almost identical to the one Shawn was suddenly wearing. "Would I do that?"
Dottie laughed, and shook her head, then knelt down and hugged her son. Who was still young enough to like it, even though he pretended to roll his eyes.
"You be good and do what Jack says, you hear?"
"I will."
His dad hugged him, too, as Dottie double-checked to make sure that Shawn hadn't left anything in the back of the car.
"Shawn? Did you get everything?"
"Yes, mom."
"We'll see you on Monday night," his father told him, smiling down at him.
"Don't worry," Jack said. "I'll take good care of him."
"We're not worried." It was true. Nothing had ever happened to their son when he was in Jack's care, and when they'd been told they had to go to the convention for Dottie's work, Jack had been the first person they'd thought of to ask to take in Shawn. Which, of course, had been fine with the boy, since he couldn't think of any place he'd rather spend a weekend.
They triple checked with Shawn to make sure he had everything, and Jack assured them that whatever he might have forgotten would be easy enough to get, then they said they had to get going, since they absolutely had to make their flight, or they'd be walking to LA. Jack held the door open for Dottie, who smiled at her son once more, then took Jack's hand again.
"We'll bring you something from the convention!"
He wasn't sure if she meant him, or Shawn, but Jack squeezed her hand reassuringly, and closed her door.
"Have a safe flight."
"Bye, mom, bye dad!"
"Be good!"
"You, too!"
They left, honking the horn in farewell, and Jack reached down and took Shawn's suitcase for him. Groaning in mock exasperation at the weight of it.
"What do you have in here? Some brother I don't know about?"
Shawn laughed and picked up his backpack.
"Nah, I brought my Playstation and some games. In case you wanted try them out with me later."
"Sounds great. Let's go in and get you settled."
He led Shawn into the house, and took him back to the guest room, where he'd be staying for the weekend. They unpacked him, throwing all his clothes into the top drawers of the dresser, and then carried his Playstation out to the living room, since there wasn't a TV in the guest room.
"We'll hook it up later, okay?" Jack said, as he set it on the coffee table for the moment. "Right now, I have to go to the base and pick up Sam."
"Wow! Can I come?" Shawn had been to a couple of bases with Jack, and had even been in a helicopter with him, once. He loved going out with O'Neill. Even better that he was going to get Sam, who Shawn loved almost as much as Jack did.
Jack grinned. "I'm certainly not going to leave you here. Not after just promising your mother that I'd keep you out of trouble."
Disclaimer: I don't own any Stargate SG-1 characters. I do, however, own Shawn
~*~
Jack O'Neill was standing in his driveway, leaning against the front fender of his truck when a blue Pontiac pulled into the drive next to him. He smiled when he saw the small figure in the back seat squirming to escape his seatbelt and open the door.
"Jack!"
The boy flung himself against O'Neill, who grabbed him up into a bear hug, holding him tightly for a moment before letting him down.
"Hey, Shawn, it's good to see you, buddy."
"You, too."
They both turned and watched as Shawn's parents got out of the front of the car, his mother coming right up to Jack while his father went to open the trunk.
"Jack, you're looking well," Shawn's mother said, holding her hand out to him.
"Thanks, Dottie, you look great. How are you?"
"Fine. Just fine. It's so good of you to take Shawn this weekend. Not that we don't want him with us..."
"But a convention is no place for a young boy," Shawn's father said as he walked over with a suitcase and a backpack in his hands. He set them down and held out his hand. "Good to see you again, Colonel O'Neill."
"You, too. Thanks." Jack shook his hand, and grinned down at Shawn. "I'm glad to have him." Shawn beamed.
"We loaded him up with some spending money, in case the two of you go anywhere, but don't let him buy too much candy, okay?"
Jack gave her an innocent look; one that was almost identical to the one Shawn was suddenly wearing. "Would I do that?"
Dottie laughed, and shook her head, then knelt down and hugged her son. Who was still young enough to like it, even though he pretended to roll his eyes.
"You be good and do what Jack says, you hear?"
"I will."
His dad hugged him, too, as Dottie double-checked to make sure that Shawn hadn't left anything in the back of the car.
"Shawn? Did you get everything?"
"Yes, mom."
"We'll see you on Monday night," his father told him, smiling down at him.
"Don't worry," Jack said. "I'll take good care of him."
"We're not worried." It was true. Nothing had ever happened to their son when he was in Jack's care, and when they'd been told they had to go to the convention for Dottie's work, Jack had been the first person they'd thought of to ask to take in Shawn. Which, of course, had been fine with the boy, since he couldn't think of any place he'd rather spend a weekend.
They triple checked with Shawn to make sure he had everything, and Jack assured them that whatever he might have forgotten would be easy enough to get, then they said they had to get going, since they absolutely had to make their flight, or they'd be walking to LA. Jack held the door open for Dottie, who smiled at her son once more, then took Jack's hand again.
"We'll bring you something from the convention!"
He wasn't sure if she meant him, or Shawn, but Jack squeezed her hand reassuringly, and closed her door.
"Have a safe flight."
"Bye, mom, bye dad!"
"Be good!"
"You, too!"
They left, honking the horn in farewell, and Jack reached down and took Shawn's suitcase for him. Groaning in mock exasperation at the weight of it.
"What do you have in here? Some brother I don't know about?"
Shawn laughed and picked up his backpack.
"Nah, I brought my Playstation and some games. In case you wanted try them out with me later."
"Sounds great. Let's go in and get you settled."
He led Shawn into the house, and took him back to the guest room, where he'd be staying for the weekend. They unpacked him, throwing all his clothes into the top drawers of the dresser, and then carried his Playstation out to the living room, since there wasn't a TV in the guest room.
"We'll hook it up later, okay?" Jack said, as he set it on the coffee table for the moment. "Right now, I have to go to the base and pick up Sam."
"Wow! Can I come?" Shawn had been to a couple of bases with Jack, and had even been in a helicopter with him, once. He loved going out with O'Neill. Even better that he was going to get Sam, who Shawn loved almost as much as Jack did.
Jack grinned. "I'm certainly not going to leave you here. Not after just promising your mother that I'd keep you out of trouble."