Epilogue
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"Hey Jack! Nice truck!"
O'Neill grinned and waved at Dotty and James Adams, who had just dropped Shawn off for the weekend. He was standing in his driveway next to the brand new truck he and Sam had went shopping for earlier that week, and he had to admit that he liked it even better than his old one.
"Thanks, Shawn. It's a little bigger than the other one, and Jaffer can't get up in it on his own, but he'll grow into it."
"I like the color."
"Thanks." He took Shawn's bag from him which freed the boy up to greet Jaffer, who was running up to him in an awkward gait, since he still had the cast on his leg – and would for another couple weeks. Jack smiled as Shawn was bowled over by the half-grown lab, not at all concerned since the boy was on the grass so neither puppy nor child could really be hurt.
"Everyone's out back. We'll get your stuff put in the guest room, then go out, okay?"
"Okay." Shawn stood up and took his bag back from Jack, knowing that he wasn't supposed to be carrying much of anything, and that he still needed his hands free in case he decided to actually use the cane he was supposed to be using, and ran ahead, with Jaffer looking from boy to man as if to decide who he wanted to follow.
"Go ahead, little man," Jack said, smiling down at his lab and gesturing for him to follow Shawn into the front door. "I won't take it personally."
Jaffer turned from Jack and stumped into the house after Shawn and Jack followed at a much more sedate pace. His leg was still extremely sore – although he'd never admit that to anyone but Sam, who was with him so much that there was no way he could hide it from her – but it was healing nicely, and Janet Fraiser had told him he'd be able to get his stitches out soon. A little rehab, and Jack would be back on full duty.
Jack walked into the house and was almost run over by his yellow namesake, who had heard Shawn arrive and was rushing to get a greeting of his own. O'Neill dodged him, pretending to be annoyed, but he wasn't at all.
"Shawn! I'll be out back when you're unpacked."
"Okay, Jack! I'll be there soon." As soon as he got his video game system hooked up to the TV Jack had put into the guest room for just such a purpose, and had given both labs as much attention as they could handle.
Jack reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda, and walked out the sliding glass door and onto his deck to rejoin his party.
Everyone was there. Sam and Daniel were standing at the barbeque, Daniel flipping burgers, Sam telling him he was burning them. Cassandra was teaching Teal'c how to play crochet, which was something he'd never tried before, and General Hammond was lounging in a chair at the picnic table talking to Janet Fraiser and Dr. Monica Ray – who had only the week before received a very lovely bouquet of flowers and a thank you note from Jack, inviting her to his house the next weekend for a barbeque and a chance to check on Jaffer.
The young vet had been the brunt of a lot of good-natured jokes at her clinic that week from her staff, but they all knew that Jack was seeing someone else and wasn't romantically interested in her. It was fun to tease, though. So she'd come to his barbeque. And she was glad she had. For one thing, she was having a good time. Jack O'Neill's friends were all very easy to get along with, and were interesting. Especially Doctor Janet Fraiser.
Monica had a while back wondered if there were another doctor out there who had to deal with all of Jack's injuries – since every time he came in with an injured Jaffer the Colonel always seemed to be injured as well – and she'd had that question answered. Janet Fraiser was Jack's primary doctor, and the two had already become friends, each telling horror stories of dealing with their patients – not just Jack and Jaffer, although there were plenty of those stories as well.
Another reason Monica was glad she'd come was she had a chance to meet Jack – who was Jaffer's brother, named after Colonel O'Neill, and belonged to Jack's large friend, Murray.
Jack was another beautiful lab, although he was yellow instead of black. Perfectly formed – like Jaffer – he was a little smaller, and far better behaved than the black lab puppy was. Probably because Murray seemed a little more reserved than Jack O'Neill was. Or maybe he was just less spoiled? He was just as well trained as Jaffer was, and unlike the black lab – who did whatever Jack told him to but pretty much ignored everyone else – Jack was more than willing to do his tricks for anyone who asked him. Teal'c told her what Jack could do, and Monica would give him the command, and Jack would perform them flawlessly. It made her wonder what the two labs would be capable of by the time they were fully grown, since they were obviously being trained by professionals who had nothing but time to devote to the dogs' schooling.
"Soda, Doc?" Jack asked.
The two doctors both looked up, and O'Neill grinned. He probably shouldn't have let the two meet. God only knew what they were talking about.
"Are you supposed to be walking without your cane, Jack?" Monica asked, frowning.
"Where's your cane, Colonel?" Janet asked at the same moment.
Jack scowled.
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the end!
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"Hey Jack! Nice truck!"
O'Neill grinned and waved at Dotty and James Adams, who had just dropped Shawn off for the weekend. He was standing in his driveway next to the brand new truck he and Sam had went shopping for earlier that week, and he had to admit that he liked it even better than his old one.
"Thanks, Shawn. It's a little bigger than the other one, and Jaffer can't get up in it on his own, but he'll grow into it."
"I like the color."
"Thanks." He took Shawn's bag from him which freed the boy up to greet Jaffer, who was running up to him in an awkward gait, since he still had the cast on his leg – and would for another couple weeks. Jack smiled as Shawn was bowled over by the half-grown lab, not at all concerned since the boy was on the grass so neither puppy nor child could really be hurt.
"Everyone's out back. We'll get your stuff put in the guest room, then go out, okay?"
"Okay." Shawn stood up and took his bag back from Jack, knowing that he wasn't supposed to be carrying much of anything, and that he still needed his hands free in case he decided to actually use the cane he was supposed to be using, and ran ahead, with Jaffer looking from boy to man as if to decide who he wanted to follow.
"Go ahead, little man," Jack said, smiling down at his lab and gesturing for him to follow Shawn into the front door. "I won't take it personally."
Jaffer turned from Jack and stumped into the house after Shawn and Jack followed at a much more sedate pace. His leg was still extremely sore – although he'd never admit that to anyone but Sam, who was with him so much that there was no way he could hide it from her – but it was healing nicely, and Janet Fraiser had told him he'd be able to get his stitches out soon. A little rehab, and Jack would be back on full duty.
Jack walked into the house and was almost run over by his yellow namesake, who had heard Shawn arrive and was rushing to get a greeting of his own. O'Neill dodged him, pretending to be annoyed, but he wasn't at all.
"Shawn! I'll be out back when you're unpacked."
"Okay, Jack! I'll be there soon." As soon as he got his video game system hooked up to the TV Jack had put into the guest room for just such a purpose, and had given both labs as much attention as they could handle.
Jack reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda, and walked out the sliding glass door and onto his deck to rejoin his party.
Everyone was there. Sam and Daniel were standing at the barbeque, Daniel flipping burgers, Sam telling him he was burning them. Cassandra was teaching Teal'c how to play crochet, which was something he'd never tried before, and General Hammond was lounging in a chair at the picnic table talking to Janet Fraiser and Dr. Monica Ray – who had only the week before received a very lovely bouquet of flowers and a thank you note from Jack, inviting her to his house the next weekend for a barbeque and a chance to check on Jaffer.
The young vet had been the brunt of a lot of good-natured jokes at her clinic that week from her staff, but they all knew that Jack was seeing someone else and wasn't romantically interested in her. It was fun to tease, though. So she'd come to his barbeque. And she was glad she had. For one thing, she was having a good time. Jack O'Neill's friends were all very easy to get along with, and were interesting. Especially Doctor Janet Fraiser.
Monica had a while back wondered if there were another doctor out there who had to deal with all of Jack's injuries – since every time he came in with an injured Jaffer the Colonel always seemed to be injured as well – and she'd had that question answered. Janet Fraiser was Jack's primary doctor, and the two had already become friends, each telling horror stories of dealing with their patients – not just Jack and Jaffer, although there were plenty of those stories as well.
Another reason Monica was glad she'd come was she had a chance to meet Jack – who was Jaffer's brother, named after Colonel O'Neill, and belonged to Jack's large friend, Murray.
Jack was another beautiful lab, although he was yellow instead of black. Perfectly formed – like Jaffer – he was a little smaller, and far better behaved than the black lab puppy was. Probably because Murray seemed a little more reserved than Jack O'Neill was. Or maybe he was just less spoiled? He was just as well trained as Jaffer was, and unlike the black lab – who did whatever Jack told him to but pretty much ignored everyone else – Jack was more than willing to do his tricks for anyone who asked him. Teal'c told her what Jack could do, and Monica would give him the command, and Jack would perform them flawlessly. It made her wonder what the two labs would be capable of by the time they were fully grown, since they were obviously being trained by professionals who had nothing but time to devote to the dogs' schooling.
"Soda, Doc?" Jack asked.
The two doctors both looked up, and O'Neill grinned. He probably shouldn't have let the two meet. God only knew what they were talking about.
"Are you supposed to be walking without your cane, Jack?" Monica asked, frowning.
"Where's your cane, Colonel?" Janet asked at the same moment.
Jack scowled.
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the end!