When Jack woke next, he was alone in the room. He sat up, rubbing his chin, and looked around. Sam and Shawn were both gone, and the remains of what had been their breakfast was sitting on the shelf Sam had been sleeping on. He looked at his watch. They still had a few hours before going back down to the planet, so Jack went looking for the others to see what they were doing.

Shawn was back on the simulator, this time with an audience. Carter smiled when Jack walked into the room, and gestured at the boy, who was once again playing with the fighters in some kind of dogfight. Jack, who was a fair pilot himself, could see that the boy had really made some improvements in his skill. Even more amazing, the boy wasn't using the English instructions anymore. Probably, he'd figured out what everything did and didn't need the translations, Jack decided. Things like that were fairly universal, after all.

"He's pretty good, Sir," Sam said as Jack walked over and joined her.

"Well, we'll try to keep him out of fighters until he at least gets out of elementary school, okay, Carter?"

She smiled.

"Did you eat?"

"Nah, but I will. I just wanted to see where you guys were."

"We got up, and Shawn asked Thor if he could use the simulator again. If the question Shawn asked you was any indication of the questions he's been asking Thor, I can understand completely why he was so eager to tell him yes and escape without anymore."

"I can, too."

Shawn whooped, then, and Jack looked over just in time to see the boy's enemy blowing up in an impressive fireball.

"Good one, Shawn."

"Thanks, Jack!" He pressed a couple buttons on the control panel of the chair, and the simulator froze. "Did you want to play?"

Jack shook his head. "I'm going to go shave and change. You kill a few for me, okay?"

"You got it." Shawn turned the simulator back on, and Sam walked out the door with Jack.

"Thor told me that the Asgard are bringing in another freighter to help move the Pe'aoli."

"Oh?"

"They're worried about the water levels. The planet's orbit is destabilizing at an increasing rate, so they want to be able to move everyone and everything all at once. If things get too bad."

"Makes sense."

To be completely honest, Jack really didn't care about the logistics of the move. He was glad the Pe'aoli were smart enough to move, of course, and glad that the Asgard were there to help them, but he wasn't much interested in the logistics of the move. And luckily for him and the Pe'aoli, he didn't have to be.

~*~

Shawn watched as Jack and Sam left the room, then turned his attention back to the simulator, which was getting more and more challenging for him. The thing really was nothing more than a video game for the boy, and Shawn was a master at video games. The fact that the instructions were in Asgard, now, only made it easier, since with the Asgard language he didn't have to worry about instructions coming on that he didn't understand. With the English version, he was doing a lot of trial and error if he didn't understand a word or a phrase. Getting shot down, or crashing, until he understood what was expected of him. With the Asgard version, he'd found that he understood everything, and it was far easier to win the game when you knew immediately what you were supposed to be doing and how to do it.

He switched from the fighter over to a new version of Destroyer, and watched as the specs of the craft were displayed on the heads-up. The simulator made learning to fly the things fairly easy, and the controls weren't all that tricky. He'd seen far worse playing some playstation games, and even the helicopter that Jack and Sam had taken him on that one time was more complicated. None of the Asgard ships used foot controls at all! He watched, learned, and then began to play once more, this time fighting Goa'uld mother ships, which seemed to be the enemy of choice for the Asgard.

He was so caught up in the game that he didn't even hear the alarms going off all over the ship.

~*~

Jack had just finished his breakfast when the alarms went off. For a brief moment he thought maybe it was coming from Shawn's simulator. That the boy had found the volume control and turned it up too loud. But that didn't last more than a second. Lights were flashing, even in the storage room they were in, and that wasn't a simulation.

He and Carter headed for the door.

"Get Shawn!" Jack ordered Sam as they headed for the bridge. He didn't know what was going on, but he wanted the boy where he could watch him. She nodded, and veered off, heading for the right room, while Jack made his way to the bridge.

"Thor? What's going on?"

The small alien was sitting in his Command chair, and was looking at the forward view screen. Jack looked as well, and saw more ships then there had been when he was last on the bridge.

"A moment ago, four Goa'uld scout ships dropped out of hyperspace and set off our proximity alerts." Thor answered, calmly. "We are hailing them now."

Thor wasn't, but the Commander of the other Destroyer was. The audio was on, so Jack caught the last of the challenge the Asgard Commander gave the leader of the Goa'uld flight just as the bridge doors swooshed open and Sam and Shawn walked in. The two instantly looked at the screen, but neither said a word as they walked over to stand next to O'Neill.