Jack O'Neill didn't have a clue what was going on. He remembered going to
bed. Quite clearly, he remembered when he'd gone to bed. In his own bed.
With Sam snuggled close – but not too close – since having her too close
hurt at the moment. When he opened his eyes the next morning, he wasn't in
his own room. He was... he looked around... in a room on the base? Maybe? He
looked at Jaffer, who was cuddled against him, snoring softly, and tried to
figure out what the heck was going on. Nothing came to mind. He wasn't even
wearing the same clothes he went to bed in in the first place. And to make
things worse, his ribs were killing him.
With a groan, Jack rolled out of bed, careful to avoid Jaffer, who had no intention of waking up just yet. He walked on bare feet to the door, and opened it, looking out into the corridor. Sure enough, he was on the base.
"What the hell...?"
He scowled, and looked back into the room, double-checking to make sure Jaffer was asleep, and then left the room, closing the door behind him, softly. Then he headed down the hall, massaging his aching ribs, to find someone who could tell him how he'd magically ended up someplace he certainly didn't remember coming to.
"Jack!"
He turned and saw Daniel hurrying to catch up with him, and Jack stopped. Perfect.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked as soon as Daniel was close enough that he didn't have to yell.
"What?"
"What am I doing here?"
Daniel gave him an odd look, which just made O'Neill scowl.
"You came here last night."
"What? When last night?" He didn't remember that. "I came here? Awake? Walking?"
"That's what they told me." Daniel smiled, suddenly. "You don't remember?"
"Daniel..."
"Sam said you were pretty out of it."
"Is she here, too?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What's going on?"
"What do you remember?"
"I remember going to bed in my own bed and waking up here." Jack was really ticked, and was glad Daniel was enjoying this, because he certainly wasn't. He was NOT in the mood to play guessing games.
Daniel picked up on his friend's irritation – not that that was all that hard to do – and stopped smiling.
"Apparently, you told Andrew all about the Stargate program when the two of you were trapped under that avalanche."
"Andrew Stephens?"
Daniel nodded.
"No, I didn't."
"It appears that you did, Jack."
"I..." Jack stopped, thinking hard, because he knew Daniel wasn't kidding. He could tell when Daniel was goofing off, and this wasn't one of those times. "I don't remember..."
"You don't remember coming to the base last night, either," Daniel pointed out.
Good point.
"How do we know that I told him-"
"He's been having dreams, Teal'c said. Dreams about you and him lying in the cold, and you telling him to stay awake, and talking about all sorts of things. And he's been keeping track of the dreams in a notebook. All sorts of things about the SGC, and our allies – and enemies, for that matter."
"A notebook?"
Daniel nodded. "We should probably get you some coffee."
Jack nodded, and looked down at himself. Jeans, a shirt and no shoes or socks. "And a uniform."
...
Twenty minutes later, Jack was sitting at the briefing table, flipping through the pages of a notebook filled with things that Andrew had no business knowing. Things that Jack had told him. He took another sip of the coffee that Daniel had brought him, and shook his head – again.
"He knows about the Jaffa?"
Daniel nodded, and looked up when Carter walked into the room. She smiled when she saw that Jack was awake – she'd just been to check on him and had been surprised to find the only one sleeping in the bed was Jaffer. She'd expected him to still be asleep.
"Morning Sam."
"Morning, Daniel."
"Good morning, Colonel." Carter said, walking over and flashing him one of her brilliant smiles that were reserved only for him. The ones that made his aches and pains fade immediately.
"Good morning, Major."
"Reading the journal?"
"Can you believe this?"
"It was quite a shock, yes." She sat down next to him, and took a sip of his coffee. "General Hammond is going to have you and Teal'c talk to him today."
"It's a school day."
"After school. Teal'c's supposed to call the Stephen's and see if you and he can have him for the weekend."
"Oh." He didn't have a clue what to say. He was still trying to get a hold of the whole 'told the little boy everything about the biggest secret on the planet' thing.
"Are you okay?" She'd noticed the distracted look. Not really all that odd, since he frequently looked like that, but there was a difference this time. Stunned and distracted. And maybe still a little out of it?
"I'm fine." Something else.... What was it? Jack closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Then he remembered. "I have Shawn this weekend."
"Any particular plans?"
"No."
"Then I'll pick him up for you, and we'll meet you at your house later this evening." It wasn't as if Shawn didn't already know the biggest secret on the planet, after all.
Jack nodded. It was as good a plan as any, and he knew he wasn't really coherent enough to come up with a better one. He reached for his coffee cup.
With a groan, Jack rolled out of bed, careful to avoid Jaffer, who had no intention of waking up just yet. He walked on bare feet to the door, and opened it, looking out into the corridor. Sure enough, he was on the base.
"What the hell...?"
He scowled, and looked back into the room, double-checking to make sure Jaffer was asleep, and then left the room, closing the door behind him, softly. Then he headed down the hall, massaging his aching ribs, to find someone who could tell him how he'd magically ended up someplace he certainly didn't remember coming to.
"Jack!"
He turned and saw Daniel hurrying to catch up with him, and Jack stopped. Perfect.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked as soon as Daniel was close enough that he didn't have to yell.
"What?"
"What am I doing here?"
Daniel gave him an odd look, which just made O'Neill scowl.
"You came here last night."
"What? When last night?" He didn't remember that. "I came here? Awake? Walking?"
"That's what they told me." Daniel smiled, suddenly. "You don't remember?"
"Daniel..."
"Sam said you were pretty out of it."
"Is she here, too?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What's going on?"
"What do you remember?"
"I remember going to bed in my own bed and waking up here." Jack was really ticked, and was glad Daniel was enjoying this, because he certainly wasn't. He was NOT in the mood to play guessing games.
Daniel picked up on his friend's irritation – not that that was all that hard to do – and stopped smiling.
"Apparently, you told Andrew all about the Stargate program when the two of you were trapped under that avalanche."
"Andrew Stephens?"
Daniel nodded.
"No, I didn't."
"It appears that you did, Jack."
"I..." Jack stopped, thinking hard, because he knew Daniel wasn't kidding. He could tell when Daniel was goofing off, and this wasn't one of those times. "I don't remember..."
"You don't remember coming to the base last night, either," Daniel pointed out.
Good point.
"How do we know that I told him-"
"He's been having dreams, Teal'c said. Dreams about you and him lying in the cold, and you telling him to stay awake, and talking about all sorts of things. And he's been keeping track of the dreams in a notebook. All sorts of things about the SGC, and our allies – and enemies, for that matter."
"A notebook?"
Daniel nodded. "We should probably get you some coffee."
Jack nodded, and looked down at himself. Jeans, a shirt and no shoes or socks. "And a uniform."
...
Twenty minutes later, Jack was sitting at the briefing table, flipping through the pages of a notebook filled with things that Andrew had no business knowing. Things that Jack had told him. He took another sip of the coffee that Daniel had brought him, and shook his head – again.
"He knows about the Jaffa?"
Daniel nodded, and looked up when Carter walked into the room. She smiled when she saw that Jack was awake – she'd just been to check on him and had been surprised to find the only one sleeping in the bed was Jaffer. She'd expected him to still be asleep.
"Morning Sam."
"Morning, Daniel."
"Good morning, Colonel." Carter said, walking over and flashing him one of her brilliant smiles that were reserved only for him. The ones that made his aches and pains fade immediately.
"Good morning, Major."
"Reading the journal?"
"Can you believe this?"
"It was quite a shock, yes." She sat down next to him, and took a sip of his coffee. "General Hammond is going to have you and Teal'c talk to him today."
"It's a school day."
"After school. Teal'c's supposed to call the Stephen's and see if you and he can have him for the weekend."
"Oh." He didn't have a clue what to say. He was still trying to get a hold of the whole 'told the little boy everything about the biggest secret on the planet' thing.
"Are you okay?" She'd noticed the distracted look. Not really all that odd, since he frequently looked like that, but there was a difference this time. Stunned and distracted. And maybe still a little out of it?
"I'm fine." Something else.... What was it? Jack closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Then he remembered. "I have Shawn this weekend."
"Any particular plans?"
"No."
"Then I'll pick him up for you, and we'll meet you at your house later this evening." It wasn't as if Shawn didn't already know the biggest secret on the planet, after all.
Jack nodded. It was as good a plan as any, and he knew he wasn't really coherent enough to come up with a better one. He reached for his coffee cup.