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"Danny?"

Daniel frowned at Jack as he pulled his sweater over his head while sitting on the bed in Jacks spare room. In fact it had been Daniel's room.

It had been very much a little boy's room, boxes of toy cars, posters of Avatar and Yu-Gi-Oh adorned the walls. Daniel glanced down and noticed the edge of a much loved shoe box he'd been keeping his favourite collectors cards in… He sighed deeply.

"What's up, Jack?" he questioned looking from the floor to door way, mentally trying to change his reflective thoughts, while fumbling around for his missing glasses on the night table.

Jack leaned casually around the corner of the door, trying to look nonchalant, but appearing anything but. He hadn't come all the way in; he'd always said this was this Danny's private place. 'Old habits die hard,' mused Daniel.

"I'er…I was just checking you where okay."

"I'm fine, Jack" Well, that was a complete lie. He was anything but. Over 18 months of being nine years old had certainly taken its toll on him. Resized unexpectedly by, they could only presume (because they didn't know yet), the Asgard, a few days ago. Daniel had by no means managed to get his bearings.

With out a word he'd happily gone to bed one night, a happy go lucky nine year old kid, only to wake up 25 years older in the morning. He couldn't work out which was worse, the downsizing or the other way about. Both appeared to impose the same level of devastation to his life.

He'd got used to the small body. Having his memories had been hard for a start, but Jack, Sam and Teal'c had been patient and put up with the emotional turmoil and his childish take on life. He'd not wanted to enjoy being a kid for a start, but after many long and tearful weeks, Jack had reached his limits and handed him over to Grandpa George.

George would take no tantrums or shouting. He'd decided to take Daniel away for a long weekend with his granddaughters to the beach. With no work and no one to convince that he was anything other than a child, Daniel had finally learnt it was okay to play. His memories of his childhood in Egypt had been awoken as he sat on the sandy golden beach building castles, the salty waves lapping onto his small feet. For the first time since he was shrunk, he'd smiled and was contented in his body.

After that, things had improved by degrees. Jack had managed to convince Daniel that he was indulging the big kid in Jacks heart when ever he'd accepted a toy from his enthusiastic adopted parent or when they went to the park to play.

Adoption had been less of an issue than everyone had expected for Daniel. The downsizing had appeared permanent; he'd have to grow up again. Jack didn't want to risk Daniel being taken into foster care, so with Daniel's permission, General Hammond had pulled strings and he'd became Jack's son. For some reason, in Daniels heart it felt right. He'd never said as much and probably never would, but it had made him feel safe and loved, something he'd lacked in his first childhood.

As time had worn on, Daniel had thought that he'd felt part of his adult self slipping away. Everyday a part of his inner child seeped through his emotional barriers. Absently playing with cars or drawing Jack a picture, brimming with pride when the pieces of childish art were stuck on the fridge or on the wall in Jacks office. It had happened slowly but was as noticeable as night turning into day.

One day, he'd sat swinging his legs in Jack's big leather chair while the older man did some paperwork, something that had happened more and more with every passing week. He'd knelt at the large desk, a chunky pencil nestled in his fist producing another original Danny Jackson piece when Ferretti had come in to speak to Jack. Noticing Daniels concentrated effort and a small tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth, Ferretti had commented enthusiastically about Daniel's pictures. Daniel remembered the look of pride in Jack's face as Ferretti demanded Daniel drew him some colourful pictures too.

Within weeks, most of the offices in the SGC had pictures of sand dunes, pyramids and sphinx's dotted about the walls.

In more recent months Daniel remembered he had started to draw more childish things that had taken his interest. His new tree house, the swing in Grandpa George's garden, Jacks truck…

Daniel bit down on his lip, realising that Jack had slipped from the doorway while he'd been thinking. 'I can't call him, Grandpa George. He'll think I've lost my mind. It was as natural as riding a bicycle. He'd had to stop himself from calling Jack, Dad too and more worryingly, it hurt him not to say it.

He shook his head and rubbed his face, noticing his stubble, 'Oh great,' he hissed under his breath. Something he definitely hadn't missed.

Daniel felt his eyes start to prick and a drip tickled the end of his nose. He absently wiped his nose on his sleeve, before frowning at it and cursing himself, 'Jesus, Daniel, get a grip!'

In the last few days his emotions had been raw and close to the surface. He'd cried nearly as much this time as when he'd been shrunk. The only difference being this time, he'd done it in private, into his pillow. He felt such a fool for being so emotional. Janet had warned that this would be a very turbulent transition and she wasn't wrong. He'd learnt nothing from his childish happiness and had slowly but surely withdrawn further and further into himself. Something his child persona had always acted out in the complete opposite. As a kid everyone had known he'd been unhappy and why.

No one, including Jack, knew what to do around him now. Daniel had seen Jack quickly draw back a reassuring hand from the corner of his eye on several occasions, something that Daniel hated to admit he needed, but would never admit that he wanted. He missed the hair ruffling, the tender hugs and reassuring pats. To some degree these same actions had been forced upon him by Jack from the beginning of their friendship and he'd felt his hackles rise on occasion. Now though, the contact seemed to have stopped completely and he seemed to crave it more than ever, but he wouldn't say. He'd never say…

Finding some socks, he got up and made the bed. The Harry Potter bed set still covered the pillow and quilt. He smiled as he leaned over and shook it out, he'd enjoyed reading the books immensely and Teal'c had taken great pleasure in taking in to see the movies. Sam had made short work of finding the matching bedroom equipment, curtains and bed set not long after. He'd been ecstatic when she'd covered his eyes and led him into the room.

There was a light thud and the teddy bear that Grandpa George had bought him fell to the floor. Picking it up, he breathed in the aroma. It was reassuring and made him smile. He straightened its arms and legs out and tucked him carefully under the covers. Daniel had insisted on calling it Bray'tac. Meeting the Jaffa had made him giggle, especially when he teased Jack. He also made Daniel feel safe as even Teal'c called him master, so the teddy guarded from the night terrors that had sometimes haunted his dreams.

"DANNY." The call came from the foot of the stairs. The routine hadn't really changed. Everyone felt things were best left for the first few days. 'Get back into the swing of things,' Janet had advised. They wanted him to have a review to check his mental stability every week for the first few weeks. Daniel, at this moment, had a horrible sinking feeling that he wouldn't pass the next one.

He hadn't ever felt this unhinged. The need to stay in this room they said would be expected and he needed to sort all of his stuff out again. It had all been put back into storage, but Daniel still felt the need to be here. The overwhelming requirement to be amongst these things far outweighed the logical move to get back to being an independent adult and it worried him.