"Would you STOP doing that?" Jack told Thor, reaching for Shawn once more as the boy stared at the two figures that had just appeared out of nowhere with nothing but a flash of bright light to announce them. "Are you trying to give him a heart attack?"

Thor blinked, and Shawn realized who it was that had just shown up.

"Sam!"

"Carter knelt down as Shawn rushed to her arms and she hugged the boy tightly, understanding completely his need to be reassured.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Um..." He didn't seem to know how to answer that. He wasn't hurt, as far as she could tell – and she knew if he was that O'Neill would have been far more furious or worried than he was acting, but he had to be feeling as unbalanced as he'd ever felt in his life. "I don't know."

"Are you injured, son?" Hammond asked as Sam let Shawn go and stood up once more.

Shawn shook his head.

"But I'll bet you're confused?"

Shan nodded.

"So am I." Hammond looked over at Thor, who was quietly watching the exchange. "What's going on, Commander Thor?"

Thor turned to Jack, figuring he was the one to tell his Commanding officer what was going on. Jack sighed.

"The Asgard found some humans on a planet that are in danger of being wiped out by their planet being in some kind of odd orbit that's going to flood them sometime in the near future. They want to move them, but when they contacted the people on this planet, they got a slightly less than desired welcome. The people are afraid of them."

"Because they're gray," Shawn added.

"And they don't trust that Thor and his buddies aren't out to screw them over and steal their planet."

"What does this have to do with you? With us?" Hammond turned to Thor, "Are you asking that we take them in? We could prob-"

"They have a place to put them, Sir," Jack interrupted. "They just need someone to convince them to go. Someone who isn't gray."

"You?"

"So they say."

"It is imperative that we accomplish this as soon as possible. Even with Asgard technology, it will be no small feat to transplant the people and their belongings in the short time we have." Thor told them all.

"Why Colonel O'Neill?" Carter asked. Her voice was so filled with curiosity at their choice that Jack scowled at her, and Shawn made a noise that might have been a snicker.

"He's honest, and a leader. Your people do what he tells them, we're hoping that the Pe'aoli will do the same."

"So... anyways," Jack said, shrugging. "If I'm going to go do this, I need someone to watch Shawn fo-"

"Can't I go, Jack?"

"No."

"But I want-"

"It's too dangerous."

"There is no danger, O'Neill."

"It's too far." Jack said, as the beginnings of a headache started to throb above his right eye.

"You're going."

"That's different."

"I want to go home, then."

"You can't, your parents are gone."

"I'll call them."

"Shawn," Sam interrupted this before it went too far. "You can't tell-"

"Thor?" Hammond interrupted Sam. The Asgard looked at the General. "Is this really a safe trip? Is Colonel O'Neill in any danger?"

"The Pe'aoli are a peaceful race, who live on a planet the Goa'uld know nothing about. They are in danger, but only from their planet. Nothing more."

"Sir-"

"Colonel. The boy wants to go, and quite frankly, if you're going, I can't think of anything else to do with him that won't pose a threat to the SGC's security."

"Keep him with Carter."

"Major Carter's going with you."

"I am?"

"She is?"

"As much as I trust your... diplomatic abilities, Colonel, there's always the chance that these Pe'aoli folks might listen to her, simply because she's a woman."

"That is correct," Thor said. "I was going to suggest that Major Carter accompany us as well for that very reason."

"Shawn can't-"

"Should I lock him in a cell while you're gone?" Hammond asked, ruthlessly. "That's the only thing I can think of to keep him out of the way, and to keep him from calling his folks."

"Of course not," Jack snapped.

"Well?"

Jack sighed.

"Thor? How long is this trip going to take?"

"Many hours, even traveling at the maximum speed of this vessel."

"Can we get back by Monday night?"

Thor looked at Carter.

"Sixty-five hours, or so."

"Yes. We should have plenty of time."

Jack sighed again, looking down at the boy, who was looking up at him, pleading in every way he could without actually saying anything.

"Fine. He can come." Jack held his hand up to stop Shawn's whoop of success. "But! You stay on the ship, no matter what. And if something goes wrong, Thor, you get him the hell out of the area."

"Agreed."

"Fine. We're going to need some supplies."

"What do you require, O'Neill?" Thor asked, his hand already on the right arm of his chair.

"Guns, clothes, food..."

"Guns?" Sam asked. "It's not going to be very convincing if we show up with weapons, telling them that we're peaceful and they can trust us."

"Fine." Jack's head was really starting to hurt. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the weekend off on some crazy mission. "No guns. Clothes, though, and food. I'm not eating any alien stuff if I can avoid it."

"Anything else, Colonel?" Hammond asked.

"Aspirin."

"Ice Cream!" Shawn interjected.

Jack sighed again, and rubbed his head.