Sam went to the door when she heard the truck pull into the driveway, and shivered in the doorway as she watched the three of them get out. Jaffer came rushing over to her, greeting her happily while Jack and Ian went to the back of the truck and started picking up grocery bags. It was almost like they were having a contest, she decided as she watched them grabbing bag after bag and finally pulling them up over the lip of the truck bed and carrying them towards the house.

"You could have made two trips," she told Jack when he stopped at the door to lean over and give him a kiss. His face was a bit red from the exertion of carrying a ton of groceries, but he stole another kiss.

"There's two of us. That makes one trip."

She chuckled and moved to the side so he could get into the house, and smiled at Ian who was just as red-faced when he came to the door.

"How are you, Ian?" she asked, deliberately stepping in front of him so he'd have to stop and answer the question. He was young and strong, so it wasn't going to kill him to hold the bags a few minutes longer.

"I'm fine, Major," the cadet answered with a smile – a real smile that lit up those beautiful dark eyes of his, Sam saw. He still had that terrible bruise on his chin, but it'd only been two days since he'd gotten it, so of course he did. "It's really nice of you and the Colonel to take me in for the weekend."

"We're glad to have you," Sam told him, sincerely. She didn't have a problem with the cadet's attitude at all – she liked him.

"That's Jack, Ian," Came O'Neill's voice from behind Sam. "Write it down on your hand with a marker if you need to."

Sam chuckled again, and moved so Ian could go inside, although when she tried to take one of the bags from him, he moved it so she couldn't.

"I've got these, Major. Thanks."

Her annoyed look was only half serious.

"You know, I can carry things. I'm not going to fall down dead doing a little lifting and carrying."

"We know that," Jack told her. He'd dropped the bags on the counter and had come over to wrap his arms around her, swinging her to the side so Ian could get into the kitchen to put his own bags on the counter as well – without her help. "We just want to save you the trouble."

"Don't patronize me..." Sam told him, although she softened the rebuke with a smile that lit up her face and reminded Jack that he was the luckiest man on Earth.

"I don't even know the meaning of the word..."

"It's when you adopt an air of condescension toward someone or –"

"I know the meaning of the word, Ian," Jack told him over Sam's shoulder. Sam laughed and twisted out of Jack's embrace, walking into the kitchen and looking at all the bags of groceries.

"Did you get dog food?"

"It's in the truck."

"I thought you were only going to make one trip?"

Ian had the answer for that one before Jack could.

"We have to get my bag out of the truck, still, Major. And that doesn't count as a trip. Since I also have a jacket, I'll probably need Colonel O'Neill's help carrying my stuff in, so we'll just get the dog food while we're out there... one trip..."

"That's Jack," Jack reminded him. Again.

"And Sam," Sam said.

"They're not hard names to remember, Ian."

"Yes, Sir."

Sam smiled, "You two get the rest of the stuff out of the truck, and I'll start putting the groceries away."

They both nodded and headed for the door, but Jaffer stayed in the kitchen with Sam – no big shock there. He still needed to see what they'd brought him, after all!

OOOOOOOOO

"Did you get anything for yourself, Ian?" Sam asked when they returned a few minutes later, loaded down with dog food bags and Ian's things. She was browsing through the bags with all the cupboards open ready to be loaded up.

"He got himself a few Pomeranians," Jack said.

Sam looked at the cadet.

"You brought dogs?"

"Pomegranates," Ian corrected, walking over and rifling through one of the bags and pulling out one of the fruits to show her.

"What is it?"

He shrugged.

"We were hoping you'd know," Jack told her.

She shook her head.

"Not a clue."

Ian smiled and pulled the other ones out of the bag.

"I got three of them. Colonel O'Neill thinks they have to be cooked."

"That's Jack."

"Maybe Janet knows what to do with them..." Sam said. "We'll call her and ask her later." She shooed them both out of her kitchen – which was much smaller when there were two tall men and a large black lab in it. "Go show Ian the house – and his room – and I'll put this stuff away."

"Leave the heavy stuff for us," Jack told her, sliding his hand along her hip as he motioned Ian to lead the way down the hall. "We'll take care of that."

She nodded, and took another look at the pomegranates before turning to the rest of the groceries.

OOOOOOOO

"We decided that we'd put you up in Sam's workshop," Jack told Ian as he and the cadet walked down the hall. "We could have just given you the couch, but by putting a rollaway bed in here, you'll have more privacy and be able to sleep in if you want to."

They walked into what used to be Jack's guest room, but had been modified into Sam's workshop when she'd moved in with him. The room was fair sized, and dominated by a table that ran against one wall, about waist high with a stool close at hand for sitting on. There were all sorts of equipment on the table and on shelves that were above the table, and Ian wondered what they did. His attention was drawn to the bed, which was a twin-sized affair but covered in warm blankets and a couple of pillows and looked as good as anything the academy could offer him to sleep on.

"There's a closet for your stuff," Jack told him. "Or you can just put it under the bed – whatever you want."

"Thanks, Colonel."

"Jack."