Author's Note: Don't worry about Sam; she's enjoying herself just as much as the boys are – she's used to worrying about Jack, so there's no new stress.

OOOOO

It took a while for Ian to make his appearance, and when he did, he was dressed in a dry pair of jeans, socks, and his damp and now grubby sweatshirt. He came down to the end of the hall, looking around the corner – presumably to make sure that Jacob and Jack were back in the kitchen. Sam smiled, and then watched as he came over and sat back down in front of the fireplace once more.

"Are you cold, Ian?" Sam asked.

His hair was damp and he looked a little flushed – but that was probably just from coming from the outside back inside.

He shook his head.

"I'm out of shirts."

Big shock there, Sam thought wryly. He was going through them left and right – and a wet sweatshirt was a lot warmer than a wet t-shirt.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

She stood up and walked over to stand over Ian.

"Arms up."

He looked up at her, and saw the amused look in her blue eyes. Sighing, since he knew he absolutely wouldn't be able to argue with her, he lifted his arms and let her pull his wet sweatshirt off, as Jack walked into the dining room to see what she needed.

"Ian needs a clean shirt."

Jack nodded and headed down the hall, and Sam tossed Ian's sweatshirt over the back of her chair.

"We'll do some laundry tonight, okay?" She told him.

Ian nodded, and leaned back a little – the fire was warming him nicely, and that was even worth being stripped in front of everyone. Besides, he was ripped and he knew it.

"Thanks, Sam."

She sat back down as Jack came down the hall, carrying a dark blue polo shirt. He tossed it to Ian, who caught it easily.

"Don't get it stinky."

"If it's yours, it's already stinky," Ian said, pulling on the shirt.

Cassie laughed, and Jack scowled at her.

"That's enough out of you missy."

"Mom... Jack's threatening me..."

"Jack... I have big needles..."

"I have dishes to dry."

He vanished back into the kitchen, much to the amusement of the others – although they were all used to Janet threatening them – and most of them had been on the receiving end of those threats, as well.

Ian leaned back against Sam's chair, more than content to sit quietly and watch the movie for a while. Besides, he was running out of jeans, too, and if he antagonized Jack, he'd probably find himself back out in the snow – and he wasn't all that sure Sam wouldn't strip him out of his jeans, too. She was a formidable woman.

OOOOOOOO

The rest of the afternoon was relatively quiet. Jack and Jacob finished the dishes and came out and joined the rest of them, Jack pulling Sam out of her chair and taking it and then pulling her down in his lap. Jacob found space on the couch, and it was a satisfied group that watched the last of Miracle on 34th street. All except for Cassie, who eventually ended up falling asleep, cuddled up next to Jack (the dog). It had been a long day, after all, and she was stuffed full of turkey and warm and Jack was the most comfortable cuddlemate she could hope for – well, except maybe Ian, and that wasn't an option, at least at the moment.

"I think we're going to head home," Janet said when the movie was over. She hadn't missed Cassie drifting off, and she was feeling a little tired, too. "I think I need a nap."

"Ian, wake Cassie up," Jack said. The cadet was closer than anyone. "Don't poke her."

Sam smiled as Ian leaned over Jaffer and then Jack, reaching out a hand and shaking Cassie's shoulder gently, while Janet and the others all stood up. It had been a long day, and even if they weren't tired, Sam probably was.

"Cassandra?"

She opened her eyes, sleepily, staring first at Jack's blonde fur, and then over the lab towards Ian.

"Hmm?"

He smiled at her confusion.

"It's time to wake up."

Janet crouched down next to Cassie.

"Come on, Cass. Let's get going."

Teal'c pulled Cassie to her feet easily, and she stretched, sleepily, not quite awake just yet.

"What time is it?"

"7:30."

"Already?"

"Time flies when you're sound asleep," Jack said, wisely, mocking her just a little. He went to gather everyone's coats while they put their shoes on, and there was a lot of bustling as everyone said their goodbyes.

"We'll be by first thing in the morning, Sam," Janet said as she put her coat on.

"I will, too," Sally said. "I can't wait to do some heavy shopping."

Sam nodded.

"Are you coming shopping with us, Jack?" Cassie asked.

Since he'd rather have all his body hair plucked out by tweezers one at a time, Jack forced a smile.

"No, I'm going to stay home and..."

"Take some Geritol," Ian supplied.

Cassie giggled, and Ian wisely took a step back – out of Jack's reach.

Jacob grinned as well, and grabbed Ian in a rough hug.

"It was good seeing you, Ian."

"You, too, Jacob."

"Be good, okay?"

"Of course!"

Jacob snorted, and moved over to say goodbye to Sam, while the others said their goodbyes to Ian and Jack.

Eventually the house emptied, and it was with a big sigh that Sam sat down on the couch, closing her eyes. Jack was beside her in an instant, his brown eyes worried.

"Are you all right?"

She smiled and nodded, but didn't open her eyes.

"I'm fine, Jack. Just ready for a nap."

He scooped her up into his arms, and Ian moved the coffee table out of the way so Jack didn't have to worry about tripping over it.

"A nap is a good idea, Sam," Jack said. "Ian, you're in charge of the house."

Well... joy.

He grinned.

"I'll try not to burn it down..."

"You do that," Jack said, heading for the hall – and their bedroom.