"Are you going to cast your line back out?" Carter asked him after a minute.

Jack looked over at the pole and the extremely tangled line, and shook his head. It would be more effort than he really felt like dealing with.

"I think I'm all fished out for the day," he told her.

"I really am so-"He stopped her apology with a sudden kiss. A tender kiss that would have been a lot sweeter if his mouth wasn't fishy.

"Don't apologize, Sam." He cut off the tangled line with his pocketknife, then put a new hook on the end and fastened it to the first eye of the pole, so it wouldn't be such a mess when he handed it back in. Then stood up and helped her to her feet. "It's not something I want to live through every day, but if it's the worse that happens to me today, I'll consider myself fortunate."

"What are we going to do now, then?" She asked.

He picked up the pole, and handed her the fishing tackle. "Might as well go see what everyone else is up to."

They walked by the boat dock, where a lifeguard was standing with binoculars, watching the sailboats and canoes. The young man obviously remembered Jack, because he waved, and did a fair miming of someone getting whacked in the face with a boom.

"Do you see any of your boys?" Sam asked as Jack scowled.

"I think that I see Shawn and Andrew." Andrew was smaller than the average camper – actually, he was the smallest of all of the kids at the camp with the exception of Gina – so he was easy to pick out.

"Two down and quite a few to go." Sam said, grinning.

"Can I borrow those?" Jack asked the lifeguard, walking over and holding his hand out.

"Sure."

Jack looked through the binoculars and scanned the other boats swiftly, not wanting to keep the lifeguard's binoculars for too long.

"I see Devon, and Shelly, and Patricia, and Danin." He handed the binoculars back with a nod of thanks. The lifeguard smiled, and went back to his watching, and Jack and Sam went to the shack and turned in his fishing pole.

Their next stop was the arts and crafts station in the gym. There they found Sally and Daniel, along with the majority of the remaining girls from France. All of them were clustered around Daniel, who had spent most of the morning making Egyptian hieroglyphs on leather for the kids that weren't in his cabin and had admired China's wallets and bracelets.

"Hey you two," Jack said as he and Carter walked up to the table.

"Hi Jack."

"Hi Jack."

O'Neill noticed that Daniel's collection of bracelets had grown again, but he didn't comment on it. He also noticed that Daniel was hip to hip with Sally and didn't seem to feel she was in his personal space. He should ask Sam if there was anything growing between them, but he didn't want to be nosy. Well... he didn't want to be obvious in his nosiness.

"Whatcha making?" Jack asked, looking over Daniel's shoulder.

"He's putting my name on a piece of leather for a coin purse," one of the girls answered.

"Then he's going to do it for me, too."

"Then me."

"Busy guy," Jack said, grinning. Daniel looked up, and shrugged, but it really looked like he was enjoying himself.

"They know who they want, what can I say?"

"Uh huh."

Carter and O'Neill checked to see if any of Jack's boys were around, but none of them were. Just a whole lot of girls.

"They probably went on Teal'c's Nature Walk," Sam said as they walked up the hill towards China to see if any of the boys were in the cabin.

"I'm sure they did, but it never hurts to make sure one isn't hiding. Besides, I want to change out of these jeans." The slimy fish jeans.

"Can I help?" Sam asked, grinning.

"Temptress."

She did follow him into the cabin, but she sat down on Teal'c's bunk as Jack went into the bathroom to change and wash his face. Changing was easy, but the face washing took a little more care.

"We can go check and see if any of them are playing in the field," Sam called as Jack opened the door and came out, now dressed in a pair of slacks.

"Good idea. Gary said there was going to be football, right?"

"I think that's what he said, yes."

There was football. A game of tackle that was far rougher than Jack had expected. Of course, the grass was soft, so when someone got tackled it wasn't as bad as it could be, but he was finding he was fairly protective of his boys. And two of his boys were playing.

Tyler came running over when he saw O'Neill approaching, and grinned.

"Hi Jack! Hi Sam!"

"Hey." Jack looked over at William, the other China boy playing, just in time to see him go down under a dog pile.

"Having fun?"

"Yeah! It's great. Want to play?"

As bruised as he was? Not very likely. All sorts of scenarios went through Jack's head, including having a football bounced off his face. He looked over and could tell from the quasi-worried look in Sam's eyes that she half expected him to say yes.

"Nah. We're just checking to see where everyone is, and making sure you're okay."

"Everyone else went with Murray," Tyler said. "You want me to tell them to come find you when they get back?"

"Nah. I'll find them eventually." He gestured to the boys who were waiting for him so they could run the next play. "You'd better get back there. And don't get hurt."

Snapping Jack a salute and a cocky grin, the boy ran back to the game, leaving Sam and Jack alone.

"Shouldn't you be practicing what you preach?"

"I'm working on it." Jack told her. "Come on, let's go find some coffee and a place to sit in the sun."