"So what are your plans?"

Jack looked over at Minerva, who was walking beside him. None of them had said anything as they left the apartment and headed outside. Once there, Arthur had turned right and started down the street with the assurance of a man who knows exactly where he is going. The others followed, because none of them – Minerva probably being the exception – had a clue where they were.

"Plans?"

She smiled.

"Are you heading straight back to the SGC? Or are you going to stay for the rest of the convention?"

He shrugged, looking at the others, who were walking beside them in a loose group. Plenty close enough that they all heard the question.

"Well… we were just here to try and convince Teal'c that it all wasn't real… since we've pretty much screwed that up completely, there's really no sense in us-"

"I would like to remain for the rest of the convention, O'Neill," Teal'c said, certain that Jack was going to say they might as well leave.

"Me, too, sir," Sam said.

Now that they knew it was all real, it would make the convention that much more interesting for her.

Jack frowned, looking at Daniel, who shrugged.

"I don't care one way or the other… if they want to stay, I don't mind." At least the hotel had a good restaurant – and there were several museums in Seattle that he could check out if he decided he needed to get away from everything else. It was as good a place as any to take a weekend off.

Jack didn't reply right away. He was all for going home. Even better, he wanted to go home and lock himself in for a while, and think through everything that had happened and everything he'd learned. Not so much about having a brother he'd never heard about as much as finding out about a whole new world that no one knew anything about – and finding out how close he was to it. And how much closer he might have become had things been different. He wanted to brood for a while, and he couldn't do that in a hotel filled with screaming kids – or in a hotel room he was sharing with Daniel, because Daniel wouldn't give him a chance to brood.

But Sam wanted to stay. And Teal'c wanted to stay. And… well… it wouldn't kill him to hang out in Seattle another day and a half, would it? He could probably find a nice quiet corner somewhere and brood there just as easily.

"It'd be a shame to waste the rooms – they're already paid for." He told them, shrugging.

Carter smiled, knowing from the look in his eyes that he really wanted to go back home, and glad that he was willing to stay.

"Thank you, O'Neill," Teal'c said. He, too, knew that Jack would have preferred to head back to Colorado.

Minerva, too, knew that he didn't want to stay – and unlike the others, she knew why. But it wasn't her business to tell them – which had been the whole point of separating O'Neill from his team when she'd spoken to him about his son. He would tell them or not. It was his choice.

"Besides," he said, shrugging again. "I gotta see if I can find that kid and get him a new stick…"

Everyone looked at him, confused.

"What?"

He frowned.

"What?"

"What kid?" Sam asked.

"The one who ambushed me in the elevator." Had it only been that morning? "I… overreacted just a little…"

They were still looking at him curiously, and Jack sighed and told them the story as they walked down the street and around the corner, suddenly finding themselves in front of their hotel.

"We could probably find the boy for you," Arthur offered. "It wouldn't be that difficult."

"You mean with magic?" Daniel asked.

Minerva smiled.

"It has its uses."

OOOOOOO

They separated from Arthur and Minerva in the hotel lobby. Arthur had to go find his wife and the children, and Minerva said she had a few things to take care of as well. Both promised to be in the area though in case they were needed.

"It appears we have missed the sorting…" Teal'c said.

Indeed, the large groups of children that were running around were now obviously classified into four different groups – to judge by the scarves and cloaks they were wearing.

"I wonder how they convince the kids in Slytherin that they want to be there?" Sam asked.

Since they weren't sure what she was talking about, Jack and Daniel both shrugged. Teal'c, however, spoke up, pointing at one boy in white and green who was carrying a large package in his hands looking quite cheerful.

"Perhaps they ply them with extra sweets."

"Bribe them, you mean?" She asked, smiling. But then she saw another group of boys and girls in green and white, and these kids, too, had fairly good sized bags, which did seem to be filled with snacks of all sorts – and small toys. Maybe they did.

"We would not need the sorting hat to know what house you would be in, Major Carter. According to the Histories, Ravenclaw is filled with geniuses, is it not? Clearly you and Daniel Jackson would belong there."

Sam smiled. He was probably right.

"And you and Colonel O'Neill would definitely be sorted into Gryffindor."

For obvious reasons.

Jack scowled.

"I'm going to go find something to eat."

He didn't want to talk about Gryffindor – or anything else – just then.

Daniel looked over at him.

"Want some company?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Jack scowled. Again.

"Go join one of those workshops. All of you. That's an order."

Of course, he couldn't give them orders here – they weren't offworld or even on base – but he walked off without looking back, and none of them followed.

"What do you suppose is wrong with him?" Daniel asked, watching Jack's retreating back.

Sam shook her head, looking just as concerned.

"He's had a rough day… maybe all he needs is something to eat and a chance to relax."

Of course, she didn't buy that any more than the other two did. But since he obviously didn't want company, they couldn't do much about it.

"Come on, guys, let's go see if we missed the Quidditch demonstration…"