It was scary; my dad looks just like Jack, only with dark hair and a receding hairline. Then last night he came to the dinner table dressed almost identically to how Jack dressed in the episode where there's a time warp that only he and Teal'c know about from the scene where he resigns and dips Carter…. Only his shirt didn't have any logos on it….

However, that still doesn't make me own Stargate SG-1

Legato with vengeance

Can There Ever Such a Thing as an Unusual Day at the SGC.

Chapter Two

"Ok, since I get to take you kiddies on a vacation with me, I'm choosing the place," Jack looked around the SG-1 briefing room to the mixed review of his decree. "I've already decided we're going fishing, and I think that we should go to Baja California." Jack paused, just waiting for Daniel to be the voice of boring reason.

"Uh, Jack…" Daniel came in right on Jack's cue, "wouldn't it be easier just for us to drive straight west and fish in the Pacific?"

"You know, it would, Daniel, but Teal'c doesn't get to go through Roswell that way," Jack took out a road map, found Roswell, and traced a highway from Cheyenne Mt. to Roswell. "Ok, before Space Monkey gets out of hand about my choice of pit stop, where do you guys want to go on the way?"

"I've always wanted to see the Grand Canyon," Sam chimed in, deciding to play along with the Colonel.

"That's doable," Jack wrote Grand Canyon out to the side of the map, "Anyone else? Going once…"

Again it was Daniel to the interruption, "What cities will we pass through on the way?" Daniel tried to look at the map over Jack's shoulder.

"Well there's Denver, Las Vegas, well not 'the' Las Vegas, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, Roswell, Albuquerque, Flagstaff, Grand Canyon, though I don't think that's a town, Flagstaff, Phoenix, Mexicali, Then we hit the Californian Gulf for some fishing." Jack leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Are you sure we're going to be able to cover the costs, Jack?" Daniel looked at Jack's roundabout route for getting to the gulf.

"Says he whose penthouse apartment is plastered with priceless artifacts. Of course we will," Jack pointed sternly at Daniel. "So… anyone figure on how long this will take?"

"A month or two," Teal'c held out a calculator. "Depending on how many days we spend at each location…."

***

"Sir!" Sam shouted as Jack tried to go around the car in front of him, but the big van behind them sped up just so that Jack couldn't pass them.

"Hey," one of the men in the van leaned out the window, shouting something that couldn't be heard over the other cars coming to a halt at the stoplight.

"Jack, what'd you do, give them the middle finger?" Daniel looked up from his book in time to see the guy lean out of the window.

"No… but I'm going to," Jack rolled his window down, sticking his hand out of the window.

"Jack don't there's a cop right there!" Daniel pointed to a police car that was right in front of their black suv.

"It's a little late, Daniel!" the sirens started blaring as Jack hit the gas running the outback out into the bean field to the right of the road. "Is everyone buckled up?"

"Jack! Does it matter if we're obeying the law since we're running from it?" Daniel looked around for some escape route from the car. "It'll probably just be a warning if you just stop the car, you won't have to get a citation!"

"It's still too late!" Jack spun out and started doing doughnuts then hit back onto the road realizing that the cop car hadn't been chasing them, but the car that Jack flipped off before he went into the been field.

"Jack, pull over and let me drive," Daniel tried to catch his breath as he leaded over Jacks shoulder.

"Sure, I'm tired of this, but what are you doing?" Jack tried to push Daniel back to his second row seat.

"Wait, I'm trying to see why the right side of the car is sinking," Daniel then tried to lean over Teal'c to see the tire. "I think you cut one of the tires in that been field, Jack."

"&^$&%$#^%$&^%$&%^&*%(*&(*.*.)^%(*&^%*^%$%&$#&%$*&^%^_^&%^$(*&%(^%^%$(%(&*^*&^(^%^\\\^." Jack turned off to the side of the road, getting out of the car he folded his arm, waiting for the others to read his mind and get out there. "Come on out, we're not getting younger."

"And you certainly couldn't get surlier, Colonel," Sam stepped out of her passenger side door.

"Space Monkey, Teal'c get out here!" Jack shouted louder.

"We are over here, O'Neill," Teal'c came around from the other side of the car.

"Ok then kiddios, lets draw straws to see who has to cross the highway to get to the gas station."

***

"Well I made it," Jack carried his suitcase into the lobby of their hotel.

"I liked the part where you dodged the semi, Sir," Sam smirked walking over to the receptionist.

"Good afternoon, Sir, are you and your daughter enjoying your trip?" the receptionist smiled.

Sam nearly broke out laughing but stopped herself when Jack spoke up.

"Yeah, I think her husband has too." Jack drew Daniel into the fray.

Daniel opened his mouth then closed it again displaying Jack's killer death glare.

"Ok, here are your keys, the receptionist gave Jack and Teal'c their own separate keys.

To be continued…