Author's note – I had a lot of requests to carry on the adventures of the three Stargateateers (haha), and this is the beginning of a cross over, so it helps if you've read "Not Just Another Alien, Part 4…."

Major Paul Davis walked into the house, tossing his uniform hat expertly onto the coat rack.  It landed with a soft thud.  He shrugged out of his coat and uniform jacket, the low, dull, buzz of the big screen television breaking into his thoughts.  Norman was perched on the leather couch watching college basketball, his favorite mania in the football offseason.

"Hey Paul," he managed, eyes not leaving the action on the screen.

"Hey," his sometimes roommate greeted him tiredly.  Paul sauntered into the kitchen.  "Want a beer?" he called as he opened one for himself.

"Nah, thanks, I'm good," Norman managed distractedly.  "DOH!!!  How could you have missed that?" he said in an agitated voice.

Paul grinned at his antics as he made his way to his bedroom, trading in the remainder of his uniform for sweats.

"Where's Sly?" he asked, returning to the living room and settling himself with his beer in the La-Z-Boy.

"He took his kid to dinner," Norman replied in a matter of fact tone of voice.

Paul put his hand up to his mouth.  "You mean the ingrate?" he muttered, fake coughing over the last word.

"Yeah, that's the one," Norman said, a mild note of disgust in his voice.  That Siler's son was somewhat estranged from their friend most of the time unless he needed money was a sore spot for them; Siler was a good guy and didn't deserve that kind of treatment.  Both thought that he was more deserving of a kid like Cassandra Fraiser, who was always happy just to hang out with him at the base, watching him work; it was obvious that she reveled in the way that they made each other laugh.

The door opened then and Siler walked in, slowly hanging up his coat with a sigh.  At the dejected look on his face, Norman and Paul exchanged guilty looks; Siler had made it clear to them in no uncertain terms that his son was not to be an item of discussion for them.

"Hey Sly," they called to him.

"Hey guys," he replied.  He walked in to the living room and looked directly at them.

"There's a problem and it requires your assistance," he said seriously.

Norman and Paul looked at each other curiously.

"Yeah, sure, name it." Paul said.

"Anything you want," Norman added.

Siler took a deep breath.  As soon as Dr. Fraiser had told him the problem at the coffee pot in the cafeteria that morning, he knew what needed to be done, but it might take some convincing to get these two to agree to it.  She hadn't asked him to do anything, just mentioned that a boy had broken a dance date with Cassandra.  He wanted to – no, he needed to make this right for the girl.

"Dr. Fraiser told me about a little problem that I think we're uniquely qualified to resolve."

Now Norman and Paul were intrigued.  Siler took another deep breath.

"Cassandra Fraiser needs a date for her spring dance next month, and you two are perfectly suited for the task."

They stared at him, dumbstruck.  He looked directly at Paul now.

"YOU'RE the goodlooking one," Siler said, now turning his attention to Norman; "and YOU'RE the dancer," he finished.  "I'll be the chauffeur."

Paul and Norman stared at him, completely taken aback at his suggestion.  Paul recovered his senses first.

"Oh, man, Sly, are you sure about this?" he said with a grimace.  "A kid's dance party?"

"If memory serves me correctly, she's not that much younger than the New Year's redhead," Siler said in his matter of fact tone that he used when telling General Hammond that it was absolutely impossible to follow his current order.

Paul grimaced again, but he was quiet.  He looked at Norman for support.  Norman's mouth was still hanging open.  He reached over and took a swig of Paul's beer.

"Uh, have you mentioned any of this to her?  Maybe she doesn't want to go with us old broken down warhorses," Norman offered with a hopeful note.

"That occurred to me," Siler said.  He turned back to Paul.  "That's why I need you to call her and ask her if she'll allow you and Norman to escort her."

"Oh, man – can't I get in trouble for something like that?" Paul asked plaintively, knowing somehow that he was going to lose this point.

Siler sighed heavily and looked down at the floor, running his hand through his light brown hair.  He'd known it was going to be a tough sell, but it really meant a lot to him for some reason; even more now than before the awkward meal he'd shared with his son that evening.

Paul and Norman looked at each other; knowing with a sinking feeling that they were going to do this.  Siler was their friend and didn't ask for too many favors.

Besides, the three of us together always manage to have fun; this'll be just another opportunity for some amusement, Paul decided.  And Cassie's a good kid; he added to himself, it'd be nice to help her out of a jam.

"Oh, alright, ya big lug – you know I can never say no when you bat those baby blues at me," Paul said in a jovial tone.  He got up from the chair and retrieved the portable telephone, bringing it over and sitting down next to Norman on the couch.

"What's the number, big guy?  We've got a date to arrange."

Siler looked up and smiled, grateful in that moment for the true, big-hearted nature of his roommates.

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The number on the telephone was blocked, so she couldn't tell who it was.

"Hello?" Cassandra answered the phone curiously.

"Cassandra – Cassie?" the male voice on the other end asked curiously.

"Yes, this is Cassie."

Paul took a deep breath.  "Cassie, this is Major and Sergeant Davis.  We heard that there was a dance at the school next month, and we were really hoping you'd let us go with you.  Sly says he'll drive," Paul added with a grin at his friend.

There was no response on the other end.

"Cassie, are you there?" Paul asked, wondering for a brief moment if she thought it was a prank call.

"Uh, yes, Major Davis, I'm here," Cassie said, sounding completely awestruck.

"Well?  What do you think?" he continued, the barest hint of excitement in his voice now.  "Will you do us the honor of letting us escort you?" he said in a tone he hadn't take advantage of since before he had come to the SGC.  It always worked on the Washington women; strangely, he found himself crossing his fingers that it would do its magic one more time.

Cassie smiled to herself.  It would take her some time to figure out just how her mother and Jonas had managed this, and she knew her friend Sergeant Siler had suggested it to him, but she was grateful in any case.  Major Davis was handsome, and she really liked Sergeant Davis, too.  This was a better alternative than that offered by Jennifer Hailey, who said she'd get Lieutenant Gibson to take her, and Sam's suggestion that they could track down young Colonel O'Neill to go with her.  She knew these guys.

It would be a bit embarrassing to show up with all of these adults, but it gave her a wonderful, warm feeling that they were so willing to help her out of what she thought was an insurmountable problem.  Her mother and Jonas had been right again; everything works out as it should.

"I'd like that," she said sincerely.

"So, it's a date!  We'll see you at 7:00 that night," Paul said with a cocky grin at his roommates.

He returned the phone to its rightful place.  "Lock and load, gentlemen," he said triumphantly as he turned back to face them.

"Hey, I wouldn't get too good at that with a girl her age if I were you," Norman stated warningly, an impish grin on his face.

Siler smiled.  "Thanks guys; you're doing the right thing."

The basketball game halftime report was on; Norman turned his full attention to his roommates again.

"Hey, just what did you mean, 'he's the good looking one'?" he asked Siler, feigning insult.

Siler grinned widely now.  "Don't sweat it, Normie; one look at those twinkle toes of yours and they'll all be a-swooning…"