A/N: Really short chapter. Krys: Here's Jack yelling! Fire-fie: The story's completely written, so I've been posting one chapter a day - almost done, only 30 chapters, so you won't have to wait too long.

London

Four days before he was scheduled to be back on base, Teal'c called and left a message at the hotel. When Daniel called back, Teal'c put Jack on the phone.

"Hiding out from me?" Jack was pissed. He'd spent almost three months looking for the dweeb and as soon as he got him safely back, he'd gone and disappeared again. Well, almost disappeared. Apparently Teal'c knew where he was – somewhere on Earth, at least, since he could be reached by phone.

"Uh, hello, Jack. No, not hiding. I just needed some time alone to think." Daniel examined the scuff marks on his shoe. He felt like a kid brought before the principal.

"Three months wasn't enough? Just how alone do you need? One other person on the whole damned planet was too much for you? You must be around people now if you've got access to a phone. Where the hell are you?" Jack was well and truly pissed. Daniel had better never take off again without checking with him first.

"London." Daniel examined his fingernails – need to clean them.

"You needed to be alone so you went to London? What? Seven-eight million people is alone as compared to one? What the hell were you thinking, Dr. Jackson?"

OK, now Jack's really ticked-off. He only calls me Dr. Jackson when he's really angry.

"Jack, I just needed to be alone, but I also didn't want to be by myself." Daniel was now counting the flowers in the wallpaper.

"For crying out loud, Daniel. That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever!" Jack took a deep breath and ran his hand over his eyes. "Anyway, I got Teal'c to call you because we have a mission day after tomorrow and I need you to get your ass home ASAP."

"Actually, I've got a flight booked in three hours. I was just packing. Where are we going?"

"Can't tell you over the phone, but somewhere that needs your particular skills. I'll see you sometime tomorrow then?"

"Yeah. I'll call as soon as I get home. I promise, Dad." That'll get him for acting as though a thirty-six year-old man can't go somewhere without his permission.

"Just get your booty home, son." Jack hung up.

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Within forty-eight hours of Jack's call, SG1 was off world with Daniel mediating between the Tok'ra and the Jaffa. Daniel stuffed all thoughts of Arwen into the farthest corner of his mind while he dealt with two proud groups of allies.