Chapter 29: Strange Baby.

A/N: Special thanks to horde of email bunnies that are now happily breeding away.

I can't believe Jack did that. He sprained Dr. Friend's wrist and then threatened her. He's two! Somewhat… well sometimes… I sigh. We actually thought he'd respond better to a different psychologist other than Mackenzie. Jack didn't like the man, but was starting to cooperate. Now we're back to square one. The conversation General Hammond had with me and Janet was not a fun one, I can tell you.

Mackenzie warned us that even though Jack seems to have adjusted to the fact it would be years before he was big again, there would still be some times he would act out. I would call it more than acting out. I'd call it the Jack-Beast reminding us that there is an adult mind beneath those cute dark curls.

"Daniel?" I heard Jon's voice coming from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked into the room.

His arm made a sweeping gesture. "Notice anything missing?" he asked.

I looked around the room with a frown. At first it seemed normal until I took a harder look. Every cabinet door and drawer that was within Jack's reach was missing a knob or pull. The safety catches we had installed had been removed and neatly stacked on the corner of the countertop. Next to them a bent spoon that he had used as a tool.

I stared confused. "Why?" I asked looking at Jon.

He lifted his hands in self defense. "I don't have a clue," he said. "Our personalities diverged a while ago."

I sighed.

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Jack was playing quietly in his room. Jack quiet for any reason is sometimes a cause for concern. Especially after he completely disassembled the vacuum cleaner for reasons that completely escape me.

I reached his door and peeked in. He was on the floor with his stuffed animals. Cronus was currently dancing around. The llama had become the current stuffie favorite. I could hear him singing softly. It sounded like a nursery rhyme. Mary had a little lamb I think.

"Daniel tenía una pequeña llama, él es paño grueso y suave era blanco como nieve." Jack sang. "Y por todas partes ese Daniel fue, la llama era seguro ir."

Wait, he's singing about me having a llama. I did a double take. When did Jack start speaking Spanish?

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It's kind of interesting to watch Daniel deal with mini mini me. At least we've stopped creeping each other out, which is a good thing. Yeah, I admit it. I'm glad he likes the llama so much. A private joke not many would get, but that's half the fun.

I was on my way out, since I had a morning class. I glanced into the living room. Daniel was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his desk. Jack was on the floor giving his action figures a turn at being abused. They don't make them as tough as they used to. But Jack's pretty hard on them.

Daniel looked up as Jack started to sing again.

"Goa'uld três cego. Goa'uld três cego. Goa'uld três cego. Veja como funcionam. Veja como funcionam." Jack sang and pounded one of the figures.

Daniel looked up at me like I would have a clue. "Three blind mice in Portuguese?" he asked me.

"Uh… Daniel…" I said. "I don't speak Portuguese, or Spanish or Russian or Italian."

Daniel frowned at looked at Jack. "Jack?"

"Yeah Daddy?" he said looking up at Daniel.

"Why are you singing in Portuguese?" Daniel asked.

Jack shrugged. "It's all in my fron and pops out," he replied and returned to his imaginary goa'uld bashing.

The expression on Daniel's face was a Kodak moment. And if this keeps up, he's going to loose the will to live.

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