Author's Note: This isn't really going to be a crossover with Atlantis the show (meaning I'm not bringing in Weir and the others – although I suppose Rodney could make an appearance some day because of who he is and what his specialty is. But he won't be in this story, even if I do eventually bring him into the Campers universe.)

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Ian scowled again. He hadn't meant for that to slip. Of course, he wasn't all that great at keeping secrets and never had been – one of the drawbacks to being a bad liar – which made it a good thing that he didn't know all that many people in Colorado that weren't involved with the SGC.

"It was right in front of me… I couldn't miss it."

"Could you write them down for me?"

"It's an eight digit address, Daniel," Ian repeated. "We can't go there."

"Yet."

Ian shrugged, unable to think of any reason to refuse.

"If you get me a pen and paper, I'll write down the address I saw."

"Great."

Daniel pulled a pen out of his pocket and looked around for a piece of paper. Not finding anything, he picked up a piece of the discarded wrapping paper and handed that to Ian, turning it upside down so the cadet could write on the white side.

Ian wrote down the symbols he'd seen dial up on the center console of the Gateship and then handed the paper to Daniel, who looked excited – although he had to know that they didn't have a power source capable of getting them to the Ancient's city. Or back. Of course, Ian knew if they could get there, they could always use the Gateships to get back. He didn't say that, though, figuring he'd spouted off more than enough already.

"Thanks, Ian."

The cadet shrugged as Daniel tucked the piece of paper into his pocket.

"Sure."

"You need anything?"

Ian shook his head.

"Thanks."

"Hammond's put SG-1 down for a while – with Jacob's arrival Jack might take some vacation. I know Sam will. We'll have time to talk about what else you saw there, later."

"I didn't see anything else, Daniel… just corridors and that room."

"And you don't remember coming back through the gate?"

Ian shook his head, annoyed, now, although not at Daniel. He didn't like mysteries like that any more than anyone else.

"I don't-"

"What happened to you?"

They both looked up and saw Shawn Adams and River Hayden coming over to the bed, both of them looking at him as if surprised to find him there - or at least surprised to find him in bed.

Just as surprised to see them, Ian looked over at Sam's bed, thinking that Shawn would have at least stopped to see her and his new brother, but the curtain was drawn closed – meaning she was probably feeding him – and who wanted to see that?

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We came to see the baby – and Sam," Shawn answered. Duh.

"And to bring you your homework assignments for next week, since you didn't make your annual appearance this morning." River added, looking down at the leg that was stretched in front of Ian and dropping a stack of paperwork on the table in front of him. "What happened to your leg?"

"None of your fucking business."

River grinned, not at all worried about being cussed at. In fact, he might have worried if Ian hadn't said something like that.

"How did you two get down here?" Daniel asked, curiously. It wasn't like they could just pop in like this, after all. Shawn might have clearance to go pretty much any place in Cheyenne Mountain – if there was a reason for him to – but River definitely didn't. Although he'd been to the infirmary and on a mini tour of the place before today.

"Jack called me last night to let me know about the baby," Shawn said. "But… since I'm still a year from having a license, I needed a ride down and arranged for River here to bring me – since he wanted to see the baby, too. General Hammond cleared it, and Teal'c met us at the gate."

"Oh."

"You look like shit, Brooks." River said, looking his friend over.

"Fuck you."

The Californian smiled again, shaking his head, but he was actually serious. When he'd first met Ian at the beginning of the school year, the cadet had been lean and muscular, and probably about 190 pounds. Now, only 7 months later, he looked as if he'd lost at least fifteen pounds, and he looked tired, despite his attitude – which was as natural as breathing.

"You do kind of look tired," Shawn said, giving Ian a quick look, too. "Have you been sick?"

Ian scowled.

"Shouldn't you be visiting Sam?"

Shawn grimaced.

"She's feeding the baby. I'll wait."

So he'd been right.

"Well, I'm not going to entertain you guys while you wait, so don't get-"

"You're entertaining us, already," River said. "Just looking at you makes me want to-"

"Fu-"

"Shawn." They all looked over at the sound of Fraiser's voice, and saw she'd walked up without Ian or River noticing at least. The Doctor smiled a greeting to River, who flushed guiltily – reminded as he always was when he saw Janet about the time he'd shot her with a tranquilizer gun. Janet knew this, too, and her smile broadened, although her attention was on Shawn. "Sam's done. Why don't you go say hi?"

"Thanks, Doctor Fraiser."

Shawn left his roommates alone with Janet and Daniel and headed for Sam's bed, unable to hide his excitement. He had a little brother! A little earlier than expected, but that was okay, because Jack had assured him that the baby was healthy even though he was early, and Shawn couldn't wait for Jacob to get bigger so he could spend time with him and teach him all the things a big brother was supposed to teach his little brother. Of course, Jack would want to teach him stuff, too, but that was fine. They could share. Feeling almost giddy, Shawn slowed down when he reached the curtained off area.

"Sam?"

"Come on in, Shawn."

He drew back the curtain and stepped through. Sam was in her bed, but not really in it, because she was sitting on the blanket, holding her newborn son in her arms. She looked a little tired, too, Shawn thought, but her smile was brilliant and it made him smile, too.

"Hi… are you still busy?"

"No. Come meet him."

She shifted the bundle in her arms as Shawn walked up to the bed, and drew the blanket back, revealing a tiny little pinkish red face with a shock of fuzzy hair that was so blonde it was almost white.

"Wow…"

She smiled, proudly.

"Jacob George O'Neill, meet your big brother, Shawn. Shawn, this is Jake."

"He's so small… are you sure he's okay?"

Sam nodded, watching as Shawn extended a hand towards the baby, who was awake but not really paying attention to what was going on around him. Of course, he was only a day old, so she could hardly expect him to – but his distracted look was so much like Jack's that she couldn't help but smile.

"Janet's bringing in a specialist today to check him out, but she says he's healthy as far as she can tell."

Jacob wrapped his tiny fist around Shawn's finger when he touched the infant's hand, and Shawn smiled, delighted.

"Want to hold him?"

There was an instant of panic in the brown eyes, and Shawn shook his head. There was no way. He'd break him.

"He looks pretty comfortable where he is…"