Author's Note: This story isn't going to be all that long – probably – but it's pretty much for fun anyways, so it doesn't have to be all that long.

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or anyone in it, but I do own Jaffer, Monica and anyone else I make up as I go along.

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"So, how is he, Doc?"

Monica smiled, shaking her head as she ran a final hand along Jaffer's black hide, caressing the lab lovingly. Jaffer's yearly exams were always just a formality, and she knew it – although Jack always took them very seriously.

"He's in perfect health – as always."

Jack preened. Jaffer's health was his responsibility, and O'Neill was proud of his black lab. Monica knew it, too, and she smiled. He had every right to be. Jaffer was as perfect a specimen of a lab as Monica had ever seen. Which made her bring up her next topic.

"Hey, Jack?"

He turned his attention from one of her examination tools that he'd picked up while she'd been checking Jaffer and had been fiddling with, trying to figure out what it was.

"Hmmm?"

"Have you ever thought about breeding Jaffer?"

"Well, he's not really my type, Monica." Jack drawled. "He's a little short, and I definitely like my partners to be a bit less hairy."

Monica smiled, shaking her head, and reached over to take the diagnostic tool away from him. It was an expensive little item, and she didn't want to replace it if he broke it.

"Breeding him, Jack. Not breeding with him. Smart ass."

"I hadn't really considered it," Jack replied, honestly." Why do you ask?"

"I have a friend who has the sweetest black lab bitch you'll ever see, and she was asking me about finding a good, well-papered lab to breed her to. Jaffer would be perfect."

"Jaffer's quite a bit bigger than the breed standard, though, right?" Jack asked. "Wouldn't Jack be a better choice, since he's closer to regulation size?" Not that he was really against the idea, because he wasn't. It rather appealed to him that there might be a bunch of little Jaffers running around some day.

"Jaffer's a sweetheart," Monica said. "You really should consider it, Jack. The size probably won't breed through – although if it does, then it does. I'd love to see you propagate Jaffer's good nature."

"This person is a friend of yours?"

"We went to college together," Monica confirmed, smiling.

"She'd take good care of the puppies?"

"She's a vet, Jack." Monica said. "She loves animals, and dogs in particular. She'd do anything to find a good dog to match up with hers, and she hasn't found the perfect one, yet. There's a considerable breeding fee that she'd be willing to pay."

Jack scowled, running his hand along Jaffer's silky fur. He didn't care about a breeding fee. Monica knew this, too. But she wasn't finished. "The other option of payment could be you get first pick of the litter."

"One of the puppies?" He looked at her.

"The first choice."

That appealed to him, she could tell. She watched as Jack ran his hand along Jaffer's nose, the black lab watching him just as cheerfully, enjoying the attention.

"What would we have to do?" He asked. "I'm not going to leave him with a stranger."

"Why don't I have you meet my friend? We'll figure out something. There's not much to it. We get the dogs alone for a while and let nature take its course. But it would be better if there was a block of time – usually a couple of days – for maximum chance at the result. Let them get to know each other, so to speak. Which means someone would have to leave their dog with the other. Let me talk to my friend. Maybe we could meet at your house this weekend?"

He shrugged. It wasn't as if he didn't owe Monica anything she asked. She'd saved Jaffer's furry butt more than once, and if this was something she wanted, then Jack was willing to meet her friend.

"Why not? How about Saturday? I don't have anything going on I can't postpone."

"Two O'clock?"

"Sounds good."

Monica smiled, and slapped Jaffer's shoulder.

"We'll see you then." She said. "You'd better get him back to the base so he can keep guarding those radar things."

Jack grinned, and gestured for Jaffer to jump off the table he'd been stretched out on. The black lab hopped down, easily, and headed for the door with Jack.

"Thanks, Monica."

"You're welcome, Jack. Tell Sam I said hello."

"I will."

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"Baby Jaffers?"

Daniel's voice was filled with consternation, mostly, as he looked around his office. There were a lot of things clustered on his shelves – even more than there had been when Jaffer was a puppy. Daniel remembered very well what it'd been like when Jaffer was a puppy, and he'd lost count of how many times he'd waited to get something back after the black lab had eaten it. Some hadn't been returned, either. The mere thought of a half dozen more just like Jaffer had been running around the base unchecked was a scary one.

"Monica has a friend who wants her lab to have the best. Apparently, Jaffer's right up there."

Yeah. Daniel could believe that. He knew all there was to know about Jaffer's bloodlines – although Jack hadn't been the one to tell him, Andrew had. A long time ago.

"So are you going to do it?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"You know what I mean." Daniel rolled his eyes.

"I told Monica I'd meet her friend. I won't leave Jaffer with a stranger – he probably wouldn't let me, anyways – but if we can figure out a way around that, then I don't see why not." Jack leaned forward, grinning. "I'd get first pick of the litter."

"One of the puppies?"

Jack nodded, looking about as enthused as Daniel had ever seen him looking.

"You already have a dog, Jack. What makes you think you need two?"

"Not for me, Daniel," Jack said, frowning. He would never have another dog. He'd already given his heart to Jaffer, and there wasn't room there for another dog. Lab or otherwise. "I've got someone else in mind."