Authors Notes: A big thank you to all the reviewers :) It made me very happy. I wasn't going to write a sequel but I just thought what the hell, why not give it ago. I don't think this is as good as the first but I tried.

Also to hpsauce87, I can tell you're not the type of person who has to keep hold of the remote :P. I guess it is slightly based on what I would do :P I'm being constantly told off for stuffing the remote in my pocket and walking out the room... You think I'm going to let anyone else have the remote... are you crazy?!

Have we got any others that must have control of the remote?

xD Anywho, Enjoy!

"Pick up, Pick up, Pick up... Sam? Damn... answer phone!"

Pressing the button that hangs up the phone he quickly hit the redial button. Hoping he would be fifth time lucky he continued to let the phone ring. Walking around his living room, avoiding all the various bits of rubbish that scattered his floor. He waited patiently, well as patiently as one Jack O'Neill could possibly wait.

Again he heard the sound of an answer phone message being played and he hung up. Redialling, swearing that this would be the second to last time he redialled he continued to listen to the tongue bitingly awful noise that was 'Ringing'. Briefly wondering if the term 'ringing' Came from wringing... in the form of wringing your own neck from listening to the horrible noise. Whilst contemplating this thought an irritated Samantha Carter answered her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Carter!"

"I thought you found your remote?"

"Yea I did... I lost the batteries"

Click. What the...? Jack couldn't quite believe it. His second in command. His colleague, his friend had hung up on him. This couldn't be right. He had to ring her back. Redialling and making a mental note that he must find a way to change the ringing tone of his phone. Sam Carter. Former nice person answered her phone.

"Hello?!"

"Hey Carter!"

"Sir, I'm tired... It's late.."

"Early"

"Whatever, Can I please go back to bed"

"Ya sure, But can you help me first?"

"Sir..."

"I'd do it for you"

"No you wouldn't"

"Sure I would!"

"I don't even know what you expect me to do?"

"Help!"

"Night Sir!"

She cut me off! Have to redial. No tone... She unplugged her phone. Daniel had been giving her advice, he just knew it. He was going to have a 'nice' chat with him then next time he saw him.

That left him with no-one to call. He couldn't call Janet or Cassandra. Needles, Jack shivered. Calling anyone else... well he didn't know anyone else. Making a quick note to make more friends he went in search for the missing a presumed full batteries.

He found the remote in his pocket. Maybe they were in there. No such luck, He had holes in his pockets - he needed new pants.

This lead him to believe they had dropped out somewhere whilst he was walking around the house.

He could exclude his bedroom; He hadn't been in there. He could also exclude outside; it was cold out there.

First thing was first; he would check the kitchen. Making his way towards his kitchen, dodging the rubbish, cursing whilst tripping over a carton. He finally arrived at his destination and scanned the floor area. Nothing, Well not nothing. Spotting a sock he looked down towards his feet. When did he lose his sock? It wasn't important, he had been reunited with it and that's all that mattered.

Pulling his sock back onto his bare foot he made his way back into the living room, all the while keeping a eye on the floor. This is just a saying so don't get confused. He did in fact have both eyes on the floor, not one eye on the floor and the other looking at where he was going because that would be weird. It may have come in handy if it was possible for Jack to do that neat trick with his eyes but he couldn't and he Did trip over his coffee table.

Cursing once more as he picked himself up from the floor. He figured his batteries may have fallen out whilst he had gone into his bathroom, either the first or second time..

Making another trip to his bathroom, getting a good idea of what it would be like to have no control over his bladder. His hand searching for the door handle, His eyes of course still glued to the ground and he made his way inside.

He found nothing. He couldn't find them. No one would help him and his programme was probably over by now.

He sulked his way down towards his couch and sat down.

He had to admit it to himself. There was no avoiding it. He had to do what every TV viewer dreaded.

He must go to the television and change the channel manually!

Getting back up from his seat he bent down to change the channel. It didn't take him long and he muttered a quick thank you.

Settling into his couch to watch a documentary about fish. He wasn't really sure what it was about but there was some guy measuring a fish so he presumed it was something to do with fish.

Putting his feet up he looked down at his table where his remote control sat. Making it a quick promise that he would go buy it some new batteries tomorrow, he laid back to watch what was left of the documentary.

Glad that's over and done with.

It's 02.33 and I'm listening to 'Merry Christmas everyone' in October!

Please remember to feed the author... She's very hungry!

.... Nothing new added... I just proof read it :P thanks Lilad!

Probably still some mistakes but what the hell.

Also I have just come up with an idea for the next chapter!

But now I must go to work!