It's funny you know. When you are the busiest person in the world, at least it seems like this to you, you can barely keep from thinking of these ideas you had for your new story. But as soon as the finals are over and done with (TODAY!!! YAY!!!) for this semester and you have all the time in the world, you don't know what to write. Seriously. Has anybody ever thought of that?

Anyway, I hope you like it. Don't hesitate to review. No, seriously, just go ahead!


"No, over there Teal'c, behind the spare ribs, in the blue Tupper box", Daniel instructed his friend. Teal'c emerged from the depths of the fridge, various dishes, bowls and containers in his hands. "Hold this, Daniel Jackson." He handed his load over to Daniel whose hands were not quite as large and had their problems with the enormous amount of food. Teal'c stuck his head back into the fridge, while Daniel struggled to balance the strawberries on top of the cheese snacks.

"Careful there, or you might drop the zabaione", a stern voice told him from the door. Teal'c quickly dove out of the fridge, closed said door and leaned casually against it. Well… as casually as Teal'c could lean against a fridge. Daniel therefore looked like the kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, which was quite amusing.

"My God, Cassie! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Thought you were Sam there for a second."

The young woman just snickered from her place in the doorway. "Just 'cause you know Sam's gonna have your asses kicked if you so much as glance at the mouse aux chocolat in the wrong way. And stealing it out of the fridge?! Definitely kick-worthy."

Once Daniel had rid himself of the various containers, he pointed a finger at Teal'c defensively. "You must know it was his idea." Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.

"That is most incorrect, Daniel Jackson."

-"Oh! Hey!" Cameron had just literally dodged in from the porch and almost knocked Cassie over in the doorway. He did a surprised survey of the kitchen. "Didn't see you there! You okay?" he asked with a last steadying hand on her shoulders. Cassie just nodded and made an unidentifiable face in his direction. Cam seemed to be a bit out of breath.

"You okay, Mitchell? Is flirting in the sun all afternoon getting to you? You seem a bit bothered over there." Daniel asked.

"Me?! No no, I'm fine, really, I'm fine. Me, bothered?! No. No, really. I'm fine. Everything's fine." All three occupants of the kitchen shot him a look.

"O-kay." The archaeologist said tentatively.

"Well, actually, I'm looking for the steak pincers. The Gener-… Jack needs them."

Teal'c straightened up. "O'Neill is about to grill? I will assist him." He bowed lightly and left the room.

"Yeah, well, good idea… I mean, if we want anything but charred meat…" Cameron was still quite edgy and nervous. "I'll help too." With a last quick glance thrown in Daniel's and Cassie's direction, he followed the tall man outside.

Together Cassie and Daniel moved over to the window to watch as Teal'c took over command at the barbecue rather vehemently with a threatening glare and Cameron just hovered beside him, swaying on his toes.

"Weird", Daniel commented.

"Ya think?" Daniel shot Cassie a look.

"You know, maybe he was a bit intimidated." Cassie frowned at this, so Daniel elaborated. "By you."

Cassie just laughed. "Okay Daniel, you got me, I'll bite. Why would he be intimidated by me?"

Daniel gestured around vaguely with his hand. "Well, you know… because your clothes or lack thereof, attract… attention." There, he had said it.

"Woah woah woah. Stop right there, Daniel. What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just that you're… actually…" He stammered around with the words.

"Daniel, seriously. Just say what you have to say to salve your uncle-ly conscience, so we can bring an end to what I sense to become the most uncomfortable conversation we ever had."

They both still watched the people outside.

Jack was animatedly talking at Teal'c while the later stoically observed the grill. Sam and Vala were lounging in a few deck chairs together with a bunch of other women, grinning and laughing at a small football game taking place under the supervision of one Cameron Mitchell. Cassie loved her family. Her imperfect, torn, hilarious, inhomogeneous family.

"Yourskirtistooshortandyourtoptoorevealing." Pooh. He drowned that outburst with a gulp from his soda.

Cassie just smiled and patted Daniel on the shoulder. "Glad we got that covered. By the way, Danny, I know you're all sharing this uncle-thing, but Jack is much better at pep-talks. Much more intimidating, with even less words. So, that base is covered. Has been since I was fifteen and had my first date, actually."

Daniel sent her a look somewhere between annoyed and abashed, but Cassie just hugged him with one arm around his waist. Jack noticed them in the kitchen window and called for Daniel to come outside and help him with something important.

"What am I for, then?" he asked, as he made his way over to the back door.

"You, Daniel", she stated dramatically, "are for the greater insight and comprehension of life."

Her honorary uncle just snorted before he stepped out into the afternoon sun and Cassie couldn't help but grin to herself, busying herself with moving all the Tupper containers back into the fridge. Maybe she could nick a spoonful of mouse aux chocolat on the way.

But she actually never got that far.

"Greater insight and comprehension of life? Isn't that what parents are for, Cassandra?"