Pt 29
The next morning dawned cold and gray. The cabin was chilled and when O'Neill woke up –before the horn sounded – he found most of the boys were tunneled into their blankets snugly. Andrew had once again ended up in Teal'c's bunk, and the little boy was nestled in the Jaffa's arms protectively. Jack didn't need to ask why. Although he did wish he had the guts to take a picture. No one back at the SGC would ever believe him if he told them. Of course, Teal'c would probably rip his arms out of their sockets if he said a word. Oh well.
Jack got up and dressed, putting on a sweatshirt against the morning chill, then woke Teal'c silently so the Jaffa could go meditate if he wanted to get it done before the boys woke. Teal'c handed Andrew over to Jack, who put him quietly in his own bunk, which was still warmed by his body heat, then Jack headed down to find a pot of coffee.
The sky was threatening rain while O'Neill walked down the hill, and it began to drizzle just as he was heading through the door. He and his boys had a free morning this morning, but he sure wasn't going to spend it swimming, and he definitely felt bad for the people that would be sailing.
"Good morning!" It was Jared. The cook had just started a pot of coffee, and was standing by the small table that held the machine, as though impatient for it to be finished. Something Jack could understand completely.
"Good morning," Jack said, walking over and standing there as well, waiting for that cup of sweet bliss.
"How's the head?"
"It's fine. Just looks bad. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
"Looks pretty bad," Jared agreed, grinning. Funny now, not so funny then. But lots of things were like that. "How'd you sleep?"
"All things considered, pretty well. As well as I can on a bed built for a ten year old."
Jared laughed, "I know what you mean. When I first came here they wanted me to sleep on one of those cots they call bunks for the entire summer. But I put a stop to that and went and got a real bed before the week was out."
Jack smiled, wishing he had a real bed. He certainly missed his.
"Raining out, yet?"
"Was just starting to."
"They have an alternate schedule they use when it's raining, since we get a lot of lightening and don't want to risk people being on the lake in case a storm blows in. Chances are, if it's raining, they'll change the schedule that you have and switch to the alternate."
"We were scheduled for free time," Jack began, and Jared nodded.
"Yeah, they normally figure the free time kids are the ones that are canoeing and swimming. Probably they'll just pull in the entire camp for the morning, at least, and do a big activity. No one wants to ride in the rain, or sail in the rain." He grinned, "Of course, I figure there's a couple people in your cabin who don't want to sail or ride no matter what the weather, eh?"
Jack was saved from answering this by the arrival of Sam. She was shivering and damp; the sweatshirt she was wearing was rain-spattered and her hair was wet, too.
"Morning, Samantha," Jared called as she walked up to the two men.
"Good morning, Jared," Sam said, walking over to stand next to O'Neill. He smiled a welcome, and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her up against his side. It doubled as both a way to warm her up, and a reminder to the cook that Sam was taken. She smiled and leaned against him, stealing as much of his body heat as she could.
"Jared was telling me that we'll probably end up doing another group activity this morning, because of the rain."
"That'll be fun," Sam said. She colored a bit when she thought of what her and O'Neill had done the night before during the last 'group activity', but she wasn't sorry. And he obviously wasn't either.
"Yeah, should be a good time," Jared said.
The coffee finished as they were talking, and Jared poured a cup and handed it to Sam, then another for Jack and himself. "I'd better get breakfast going. See you two later."
"Let's go sit down," Jack said, not removing his arm from around Sam as the two walked over to 'their' seats. He let her go only when he had to so that she could sit down, and then pressed a kiss against the top of her head as he did so, just because he could.
"No regrets, Jack?" Sam asked as she took another sip of her coffee.
He smiled and shook his head. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
"I don't have any," Sam said. "Although what we're going to do about it once this week's over..."
"We'll figure something out, Sam." Jack told her. "I'm not going to be able to go back to the way things were." He raised an eyebrow at her, "Unless you want to, that is?"
"No."
"Jack! Sam!"
Shawn came rushing up to them.
"He only has one speed, doesn't he?" Sam asked with a smile as the boy came running across the room.
"Uh huh." Jack pulled the chair out beside him so that Shawn could sit down, and reached over to feel his hair. Soaking wet, just like the t-shirt he was wearing.
"Where's your coat, Shawn?" Sam asked.
"I forgot to pack it." He grinned, shrugging. "I didn't bring a hat, either. My mom's going to kill me if she finds out." He didn't seem too worried about his eminent death, though.
Jack pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it over to the boy, shaking his head. "Put that on, Dipstick. Before you catch a cold, and your mom kills me for letting you."
"Thanks, Jack." The boy slipped the sweatshirt on over his head. It was too big, of course, but he didn't care. It was warm, and even better, it was Jack's.
"Come here," Sam said. Shawn stood in front of her and Sam rolled the sleeves up for him, making it fit a little better.
"I'll give it back when we get to the cabin, Jack," Shawn told him.
"No, you keep it," Jack said. "My coat is in my truck. Because I made sure to pack sensibly."
"Or because you left it in there because you forgot to take it into your house?" Sam asked.
"Yeah... well, maybe that's the reason. But mine sounds more responsible."
The next morning dawned cold and gray. The cabin was chilled and when O'Neill woke up –before the horn sounded – he found most of the boys were tunneled into their blankets snugly. Andrew had once again ended up in Teal'c's bunk, and the little boy was nestled in the Jaffa's arms protectively. Jack didn't need to ask why. Although he did wish he had the guts to take a picture. No one back at the SGC would ever believe him if he told them. Of course, Teal'c would probably rip his arms out of their sockets if he said a word. Oh well.
Jack got up and dressed, putting on a sweatshirt against the morning chill, then woke Teal'c silently so the Jaffa could go meditate if he wanted to get it done before the boys woke. Teal'c handed Andrew over to Jack, who put him quietly in his own bunk, which was still warmed by his body heat, then Jack headed down to find a pot of coffee.
The sky was threatening rain while O'Neill walked down the hill, and it began to drizzle just as he was heading through the door. He and his boys had a free morning this morning, but he sure wasn't going to spend it swimming, and he definitely felt bad for the people that would be sailing.
"Good morning!" It was Jared. The cook had just started a pot of coffee, and was standing by the small table that held the machine, as though impatient for it to be finished. Something Jack could understand completely.
"Good morning," Jack said, walking over and standing there as well, waiting for that cup of sweet bliss.
"How's the head?"
"It's fine. Just looks bad. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
"Looks pretty bad," Jared agreed, grinning. Funny now, not so funny then. But lots of things were like that. "How'd you sleep?"
"All things considered, pretty well. As well as I can on a bed built for a ten year old."
Jared laughed, "I know what you mean. When I first came here they wanted me to sleep on one of those cots they call bunks for the entire summer. But I put a stop to that and went and got a real bed before the week was out."
Jack smiled, wishing he had a real bed. He certainly missed his.
"Raining out, yet?"
"Was just starting to."
"They have an alternate schedule they use when it's raining, since we get a lot of lightening and don't want to risk people being on the lake in case a storm blows in. Chances are, if it's raining, they'll change the schedule that you have and switch to the alternate."
"We were scheduled for free time," Jack began, and Jared nodded.
"Yeah, they normally figure the free time kids are the ones that are canoeing and swimming. Probably they'll just pull in the entire camp for the morning, at least, and do a big activity. No one wants to ride in the rain, or sail in the rain." He grinned, "Of course, I figure there's a couple people in your cabin who don't want to sail or ride no matter what the weather, eh?"
Jack was saved from answering this by the arrival of Sam. She was shivering and damp; the sweatshirt she was wearing was rain-spattered and her hair was wet, too.
"Morning, Samantha," Jared called as she walked up to the two men.
"Good morning, Jared," Sam said, walking over to stand next to O'Neill. He smiled a welcome, and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her up against his side. It doubled as both a way to warm her up, and a reminder to the cook that Sam was taken. She smiled and leaned against him, stealing as much of his body heat as she could.
"Jared was telling me that we'll probably end up doing another group activity this morning, because of the rain."
"That'll be fun," Sam said. She colored a bit when she thought of what her and O'Neill had done the night before during the last 'group activity', but she wasn't sorry. And he obviously wasn't either.
"Yeah, should be a good time," Jared said.
The coffee finished as they were talking, and Jared poured a cup and handed it to Sam, then another for Jack and himself. "I'd better get breakfast going. See you two later."
"Let's go sit down," Jack said, not removing his arm from around Sam as the two walked over to 'their' seats. He let her go only when he had to so that she could sit down, and then pressed a kiss against the top of her head as he did so, just because he could.
"No regrets, Jack?" Sam asked as she took another sip of her coffee.
He smiled and shook his head. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
"I don't have any," Sam said. "Although what we're going to do about it once this week's over..."
"We'll figure something out, Sam." Jack told her. "I'm not going to be able to go back to the way things were." He raised an eyebrow at her, "Unless you want to, that is?"
"No."
"Jack! Sam!"
Shawn came rushing up to them.
"He only has one speed, doesn't he?" Sam asked with a smile as the boy came running across the room.
"Uh huh." Jack pulled the chair out beside him so that Shawn could sit down, and reached over to feel his hair. Soaking wet, just like the t-shirt he was wearing.
"Where's your coat, Shawn?" Sam asked.
"I forgot to pack it." He grinned, shrugging. "I didn't bring a hat, either. My mom's going to kill me if she finds out." He didn't seem too worried about his eminent death, though.
Jack pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it over to the boy, shaking his head. "Put that on, Dipstick. Before you catch a cold, and your mom kills me for letting you."
"Thanks, Jack." The boy slipped the sweatshirt on over his head. It was too big, of course, but he didn't care. It was warm, and even better, it was Jack's.
"Come here," Sam said. Shawn stood in front of her and Sam rolled the sleeves up for him, making it fit a little better.
"I'll give it back when we get to the cabin, Jack," Shawn told him.
"No, you keep it," Jack said. "My coat is in my truck. Because I made sure to pack sensibly."
"Or because you left it in there because you forgot to take it into your house?" Sam asked.
"Yeah... well, maybe that's the reason. But mine sounds more responsible."