"We brought you some clothes and got you some new toiletries."

"Thank you Sam, a shower does sound great!"

Daniel accepted the package and started to go through it.

"Yeah it does...cause PEEEEWWW! Daniel! You could use one!"

Daniel rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack and wondered into the bathroom.

"WOW!"

"We thought you'd appreciate the Jacuzzi tub." Sam smiled lightly at him.

"Go ahead, we know you want too."

"Enjoy your time in the jacuzzi, DanielJackson. The built-in lights are most enjoyable."

Daniel chuckled.

"Thank you Teal'c I'll take you up on that!"

"We'll see you in three hours!" was the last he heard from jack before he shut the door.

He sighed, the word home on his breath. He was home, with his family, even though they were only at a hotel...well, not just any hotel; The Whitehall Hotel. And boy, did Daniel receive some looks walking into the lobby. Dressed as he was they probably wouldn't have let him in if he hadn't been with the others.

Even though Jack made the joke Daniel knew he didn't smell. Hell, he hadn't had a shower in 2 months since he realized he can just 'faze' out of the dirt and grime. Though not as pleasant as a shower it was far more effective at keeping him and his clothes clean and comfortable. Just because he was homeless didn't mean he had to smell like one.

During his time living on the streets he'd gained a vast amount of respect for the homeless. Hearing their hardships and heartache put a new spin on their plight. He'd never been the one to shun the homeless but he also wasn't as respectful to them as he now felt he should have been. Each had their story and their reasons and he felt honored having shared their tables and streets.

Daniel turned down the lights and flipped the switch on the jacuzzi. Warm water began to fill the tub and blues, greens, and purples began glowing from small orbs in the wall of the tub.

He undressed placing his folded clothes on the small bench provided for dressing. He slowly eased himself into the near searing water, enjoying the burn on his skin as the water slid up his legs and back, a sigh escaping his lips.

Slowly he began to take stock of how he'd changed, in the physical sense, since his illness; the ears, teeth, and tail being the most obvious. Less noticeable was his hips and back. His hips were narrower and his pelvis seemed to be two completely free sides now, allowing him much more flexibility. He could probably impress a professional contortionist with his flexibility, being able to twist, turn and stretch into almost unimaginable positions. He was incredible strong, probably rivaling Teal'c. He could also heal from seemingly grievous injuries, like when he fell from that rooftop. "Not one of my smarter moments." He chuckled at the thought.

Along with those his sight was remarkable improved, as was his hearing; which has saved him several times from the NID. His sense of smell and taste... But probably the strangest and most useful was the invisibility and the fazing, incredibly useful for surviving and escaping.

But what should he divulge and what should he keep secret? Should he keep anything a secret? Should he tell them he can still feel the 'changes' from time to time?

He could remember the last 'change', exquisitely painful and he still hadn't figured out what had changed. It had felt like his chest and lungs were on fire. He had spent many days lying in an alley behind a grocery store, too weak to move. That had been one of his worst moments, curled up there; sure he would die alone without seeing Jack and the others one last time; waiting for someone to find the body of the "Cat Man'.

"God, that was bad." He shook his head, trying to shake those thoughts from his mind.

Daniel sighed and sunk lower into the bubbling colored water and sighed. He was just happy to be safe and sound.