Thor was standing at the edge of his bridge when Jack and Jaffer appeared in front of him. The little alien looked up at O'Neill, and Jack could see surprise and confusion in his expression – which was saying something, since Thor's face was almost as hard to read as Teal'c's.

"O'Neill… where are your clothes?"

Jack looked down at himself, and flushed. Clothes. Yeah. He'd need some of them.

"Beam me back, I need to get dressed."

"Call when you are ready."

A moment later Jack vanished from the bridge of the ship, leaving Jaffer standing alone facing Thor. The black lab stared at the spot Jack had been in only an instant before, his expression surprised.

"Do not worry. He will return shortly."

Thor actually rather liked Jaffer – although he'd never admit it to anyone – especially the other Asgard. He'd watched the lab grow from an ungainly puppy into a creature that outweighed him by at least 60 pounds, and he was always intrigued when he watched the dog interact with Jack O'Neill – who doted on him more than Thor had even imagined the Colonel was capable of.

He ran his palm against the arm of his command chair, and a flash of white light later, there was a bag of treats in his hand. Jaffer immediately turned towards the little alien, his attention fully captured by the snacks. Thor had learned a few things in his time with Shawn, and he knew how to keep the lab occupied while they waited for Jack to contact him again.

OOOOOOO

The flash of white surprised Sam – especially when an instant later, Jack was once more standing in the room. She grinned, though, figuring it out immediately.

"Clothes would be good."

"Yeah."

"Unless you just wanted Thor to see your-"

"Stop," he said, raising his hand, palm out to keep her from saying what she was going to say next. "I don't even want to go there."

She smiled, and watched as he gathered up some clothes and dressed. Boxers, blue jeans, a hastily tossed on t-shirt and slip on loafers were plenty – much more than he'd had, that was for sure.

"Do me a favor, and call Fraiser. Tell her to get her bag and be ready."

"You're going there?"

"We'll go up to the lodge – there's no one there but Andrew and Ian, so it'll be safe enough for Thor to beam us into."

Sam nodded, reaching for the phone, and a moment later there was a flash of light and Jack was gone – along with his clothes, this time.

OOOOOOOOO

"Janet?"

"Hey Sam. What have-'

"Are you dressed?"

Janet frowned, wondering why it sounded like the beginning of a prank phone call.

"Yes."

"Good. Grab your bag and be ready."

"What?"

She'd already begun to pack up the things that she thought she might need and put them into her portable medical kit – she didn't like to call it her black bag, although that's what it was. Reaching over with her free hand, Janet picked it up to carry it to the door. Before she could say anything, though, there was a flash of light and she felt herself dissolving.

A moment later, she found herself standing in a small room, her phone in one hand and her doctor's bag in the other. In front of her were Thor, Jack and Jaffer, all watching her. At least now she understood why Sam had asked if she was dressed – and she was very glad she had been.

"Welcome, Doctor Fraiser," Thor said in that always calm voice of his.

She looked around, with interest – she'd never been up onto Thor's ship before.

"Thank you."

"You can find Ian and Andrew?" Jack asked the little alien, obviously continuing a conversation they'd been having. He'd noticed Janet had her bag, so she was ready.

Thor nodded.

"I have found them already."

"And there's no other people with them?"

"No."

"Can you beam us down there?"

"Of course."

A moment later they were standing in the huge living room area of the lodge, and Andrew gave a surprised yelp as they appeared. The teenager had been walking across the room carrying a can of Mountain Dew – which he promptly dropped – and Jaffer had materialized almost under his feet. The lab dove for the dropped can, instantly, automatically, grabbing it up in his powerful jaws, and Andrew was so surprised to see them all that he didn't even notice.

"Jack!"

O'Neill nodded, looking around the room and spotting Ian on one of the sofas, a bloody towel wrapped around his hand and his face pale. He, too, had noticed them, but he hadn't been all that surprised. Or maybe he was more interested in just how bad his hand hurt.

Janet moved immediately, heading over towards him and dropping her phone into the bag as she did so.

Ian scowled, although secretly he might have been happy to see her. A little bit, anyways.

"What happened?" she asked, pulling a padded footstool over and sitting on it in front of Ian, reaching for his hand.

He scowled again, but before he could answer, Andrew spoke up.

"He got between a bear and her cubs. Lucky it didn't kill him."

"Thanks to Andrew it didn't," Ian said.

"What were you doing playing with bear cubs in the middle of the night?" Jack asked, noticing Andrew's flush of pleasure at the way Ian had given him credit for saving him.

"I wasn't playing with them, Jack," Ian said, defensively, hissing with pain when Janet managed to take the last part of the towel off. It hurt, even though he knew she was being gentle. "They were all over my fucking car, scratching it up and using it as-"

"Your car?"

"Yeah."

"So one of them scratched you?"

"No. The mother bear did – or maybe the dad bear, I didn't look under its – ouch."

"Sorry."

Janet had turned the hand over while Ian had been talking, and unable to see much because of the drying blood, she had pulled out a cloth and was trying to wipe away the blood.

"Andrew? Will you bring me some water?"

"Sure, Doctor Fraiser."

The teenager headed into the kitchen and Jack scowled at Ian.

"What am I going to do with you?"

Ian's scowl was a match for Jack's.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't even see the bigger bear."

"Why did you-"

"They were scratching my car!"

"And it never occurred to you that there might be a parent bear around watching them?"

"I didn't think about it."

"No… really?" Jack shook his head, amazed. "How did you manage to get past puberty?"

Ian scowled again, but it was a measure of just how distracted he was by the pain that he actually answered before he could stop himself.

"My mother."