Author's Note: Hehe, thanks for the reviews, guys. Just a couple of responses from them. A) I don't have a clue where Thor's... um... well... I don't KNOW where it is, so I don't want to presume to answer that particular question! And B) Jack IS a bit more mellow in this story... 3 reasons. 1) he has Shawn with him.. 2)He's trying to figure out what to do with Shawn and the influx in info Shawn has all of the sudden, and 3) Jack doesn't have a gun on him during this story, which makes him a little less aggressive. (Carrying a gun can definitely do things to your psyche, hehe) besides, he has to be mellow with the people in town, because he's trying convince them he's a good guy) anyways... on with the story!

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When O'Neill woke up, Shawn was curled in a ball next to him, his head on Jack's belly and his knees drawn up to his chest. Jack lay still, watching the boy sleep for a long moment. Shawn didn't look like he was sleeping peacefully. His face – and the rest of his body – seemed tense, and there was a light wrinkle on the boy's brow. Similar to the one Daniel got when he was trying to solve a puzzle. Not that O'Neill could blame the boy if he was having trouble with all this. There were a lot of new things going on around him that would be hard for anyone to take. Jack thought the little boy was handling it far better than he, himself, might have. Of course, maybe it was just because he was young and more flexible.

He turned his head, automatically searching for Carter. She was sleeping as well. She'd cleared the shelf that Shawn had found in the wall, and had spread her sleeping bag there, using the cloth to lie on instead of cover up with, much as Jack had done. It wasn't cold on the Asgard ship, just hard. He looked at his watch, and saw that they still had plenty of time before they had to go back down to the planet surface, and decided that he could sleep a little longer. Not that he was all that tired, but the other options – going to the bridge and chatting with Thor, who was fascinating but not all that much of a gossip, or staring at the walls – just didn't appeal to him.

He reached down and ran gentle fingers through Shawn's brown hair, again wondering how he'd managed to get into this kind of situation when all he'd had planned for the weekend was hanging out, and maybe a bar-b-que. Shawn shifted a little in his sleep in response to the touch, mumbling something Jack couldn't understand, and the Colonel allowed his hand to drop rather than wake him. He sighed, and closed his eyes, allowing himself to once more drift off.

Shawn wasn't sleeping peacefully. True, his body was exhausted from a busy day. Yes, he'd been up very early that morning, so excited by the fact that he was going to spend the weekend at Jack's that he'd been up and packed for a good hour before his parents had woken. Then they'd taken him to the park and ran him around like mad, hoping to expend some of his excited energy before taking him to O'Neill, not wanting to drop off a hyper kid onto the unsuspecting Colonel.

He was tired. Yes. But his mind was a flurry of activity. As he slept, the Asgard technology was still working inside his brain. True, he knew words written in the Asgard language. But with the knowledge of the word comes the understanding of the definition, and with that comes the understanding of how things work. His mind was steadily processing the words he'd learned instantly, changing itself as it sorted through the definitions and meanings of words and letters and symbols. Not only the Asgard words, but the Goa'uld words as well. Definitions that were far beyond the boy in English were plain as day in Asgard and Goa'uld. As well as the knowledge of technology. And the Stargate.

The Goa'uld had a different word for the Stargate than the Asgard did. Shawn knew both words, now, and with the words came the understanding of what it was, and how it worked. No, he couldn't build himself his own Stargate, but he did understand what it did. Just like he understood what a table was, and what it was used for. It was something that Thor might not have considered when he'd implanted the languages in the boy's head. The fact that the boy had, with one simple action, taken a huge leap towards understanding those the SGC understood the least. But first, his mind had to sort things out and make it usable for the boy, which it was doing while he slept. Another reason that the technology didn't work with adults, since they were far less adaptable to change than children were. Something Jack would have questioned – even subconsciously – Shawn accepted as fact, just because he didn't know any better.

So as he slept, he learned, and his mind changed to accommodate that learning.

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On the planet the Pe'aoli were wasting little time. The runners on horses had reached the first of their destinations and were spreading the word. Aliens had come to their planet and were foretelling of a doomed world. Those that lived closest to the water believed immediately, and rushed to town, even as they left others to begin packing. Those that lived further from the water and more inland rushed to the city, knowing that if someone on the Council had sent runners then it must be serious enough to at least listen to. And still the word was spreading to those that lived further away.

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Up on the Asgard ships, the Commanders conferred. Discussing a number of things, including the best way to get the Pe'aoli moved to their new world, and figuring the best way to accomplish that move with the added livestock. Moving things up to their ships would be no problem. Keeping them comfortable for the short trip to the new world would be a simple matter of spreading straw in the massive holds of the ships. The journey would only take a few hours. It would not be arduous. Cleaning the ships out would be a simple matter of sending everything down to their new world with them. With that out of the way, they discussed other matters, such as the young boy that Colonel O'Neill had brought with him.