"What? Did you trade Jack in on a younger model?"

Ian and Sam both looked over as Daniel approached the bed they were sharing, carrying a large, brightly wrapped package and smiling at having caught the two of them in bed together.

Of course, they were also fully clothed, obviously just finishing their breakfast, and Sam had Jacob tucked into the crook of her left arm and Ian had his leg in a brace, so it was obvious nothing was going on. But it was still fun to tease, right?

"Younger and better looking," Ian corrected.

Sam smiled.

"He's at the house getting some things. What's with the box?"

Daniel cleared Ian's table, setting his empty plate on the one that was in front of Sam and moving the fork and napkins as well before setting the box down on the table in front of the cadet.

"This is Ian's birthday present from me, Teal'c and Sally – and Binky."

Ian looked at the box, and then up at Daniel.

"You didn't have to get-"

"We did," Daniel interrupted. "Although had you actually informed us that it was your birthday, it would have been on time – of course, then we wouldn't have known what to get you, and now we do."

"Oh?"

Now his curiosity was piqued and Ian looked back at the box.

"Open it," Daniel said, gesturing to it. "Teal'c and I picked it out. Binky wasn't much help."

Ian smiled, and started unwrapping the box, careful not to make too much of a mess since he was pretty sure Janet wouldn't appreciate cleaning up wrapping paper. Sam saw what it was first, and chuckled, and Ian turned the opened part towards himself, and shook his head, smiling as well.

The present was a large – incredibly large – bucket. Filled with legos.

"Since you're going to be off your feet for at least a couple more days," Daniel said, smiling, "We figured you'd at least like something to keep yourself occupied – and all the crossword puzzle books were sold out."

He probably would have been annoyed; it was a kid's present, after all, and Ian was touchy about his youth sometimes – especially when people made the mistake of calling him boy – but he wasn't. He was amused, and could actually feel a little bit of excitement at the thought of having so many legos at his command. Grinning, he realized that he'd just regressed ten years in as many minutes, and tried to control his eagerness.

"Thanks, Daniel. It's great."

Daniel walked around to Sam's side of the bed and sat down when she moved her leg out of the way.

"You're welcome. And now that we know when it is, next year, we'll have a party." He looked at the baby in Sam's arms Jacob had been shifted just a little when Sam moved for Daniel, and had been close to waking up anyways, and was now beginning to make noises as he realized that the whole being born thing hadn't been some bad dream and he really was out in the world, for better or worse. "For two."

Sam hadn't thought of that. She smiled, too, and followed Daniel's gaze down to Jacob.

"You do have the same birthday, don't you?"

"It wasn't my idea."

It hadn't been hers, either, but she thought it was rather appropriate, and started to say something to that affect, when Jacob opened his eyes, his little serene face suddenly tensing up as he debated which was more annoying; the fact that his diaper was wet, or the fact that he was hungry. In the long run, it didn't matter, really. He started to cry.

Sam cuddled him, moving carefully off the bed and smiling at Daniel and Ian.

"I'd better go see if he needs changing, or fed."

Since neither of them wanted to offer to help feed him – although both would have changed him if they'd been pressed into service – Ian and Daniel both nodded, and Ian reached over and moved the table out of her way, pushing it so it rolled against the wall.

"We'll be here if you need anything."

Sam nodded, too, and walked down the aisle, crooning to Jacob, who wasn't screaming like he'd been that morning, but was wailing enough to make sure the world – and his mother in particular – knew that he wanted to eat. Janet heard the crying and came to investigate, giving Sam all the help she needed, and letting Daniel and Ian both feel better about abandoning her to Jacob.

The archeologist turned to Ian, who finished unwrapping the lego bucket and set it on the floor beside him – within easy reach.

"How's the leg?"

"It's sore, but Doctor Fraiser says nothing's broken. If I can get her to leave it alone, it'll probably be okay in a couple of days."

Daniel nodded.

"Let me guess; she tested your range of motion?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Yeah," Daniel's look was definitely sympathetic, "that always hurts."

Before Ian could say anything, though, Daniel was already changing the subject.

"Listen, I know it's early and you're probably not feeling all that great, but I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me more about this city you went to. Atlantis."

Ian shrugged.

"I feel okay." He did, too. "What would you like to know?"

"What do you remember about it?"

"Not a lot," Ian admitted. "I mean, I remember everything that I saw, but I didn't really see all that much – and I honestly wasn't looking for anything out of the ordinary. Just a place to take Sam where she might be a little better off."

"You said the ship gave you a map to the room you took Sam to," Daniel said, proving that he'd been paying attention the evening before. "Was it labeled?"

"The ship?"

"The map," Daniel corrected. "Did it say where it was sending you?"

Ian shook his head.

"It just showed a map with a blinking light that I assumed was where we were, and a lit up path along some hallway that I decided was the direction I was supposed to go."

"And you think it was the ship doing it?"

"I don't know what else it could have been, Daniel," Ian said, shrugging. "I hadn't left the ship, so I certainly couldn't have imagined a proper map – even if I was seeing things."

Yeah, that was true. Daniel scowled, because he'd been thinking that maybe the artificial intelligence on the ship had simply taken something in Ian's mind and made a map from that. But Ian had shot that theory down immediately.

"What about the city? Was it wet? Was there any sign of water?"

Ian shook his head.

"It was dry. There wasn't even any water in the sink in the room with all the beds."

"There was an infirmary?"

Ian shrugged.

"It might have been a hotel room… all I know is there were beds, and a cupboard full of blankets."

"And a broken sink."

"Yeah."

"Why do you think it was Atlantis, then?"

Ian scowled. The name had just popped into his head the moment he'd started thinking about it. He knew it hadn't been because of anything on the ship or in the room that Sam had delivered Jacob in. It'd been because of the download, and he was certain that he'd been right; the city that Jacob had been born in was Atlantis. And he knew he couldn't tell Daniel – or anyone else – about the download. That wasn't why he'd been given the knowledge of the Ancients. Not so they could quiz him constantly about them, or learn their technology – at least not yet – it was so he could help Jack do whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. So far, that had simply meant delivering his son and healing him to keep Jack from losing something so precious to him – which was probably not something that ole Alexander and Sander had expected to come up.

Or maybe they did. What did he know? That thought made his head hurt.

Daniel took his scowl and his silence as annoyance, and frowned.

"Look, Ian. I know you went somewhere. I just want to know if it really was a city of the Ancients'. Even if it's not Atlantis – and it probably isn't – at least it'd still be an Ancients' city, with Ancients' technology and knowledge – and who knows what else we could learn about them if we found one of their cities…"

"You couldn't go there, Daniel," Ian said, shrugging. Might as well stop this train of thought now, even though it meant bursting Daniel's bubble of enthusiasm.

"Why not?"

"Because the gate address had eight symbols…"

Daniel stared at him.

"You saw the address?"