Author's Note: This chapter is sort of transitional – and might be a little boring because of it. But now we have all the characters together again, so we can start having fun with them!

OOOOOOOOO

"Well, he looks like crap."

Sam nodded; hobbling up to the bed that Ian was in. He did look like crap, but she'd seen him looking much worse, and she at least knew why he was asleep, which made her worry less. Sitting down in the space beside him, she reached out and touched his cheek, careful to avoid the bruises.

"You're going to have to make it up to him."

"Me?" Jack came over and looked down at the sleeping cadet as well, Jacob suddenly awake and restless in his arms. "I didn't do it."

"You're the reason he was sent to camp in the first place."

"You told me that he should go…"

"I didn't mean it, though."

Jake stretched a hand idly towards Ian, while Jaffer jumped up onto the foot of the bed, and Jack shifted his grip on their son to make sure he didn't squirm out of his grasp. He wasn't all that big yet, but he wriggled a lot sometimes.

Since it was a conversation they'd already had – and one that he wouldn't win – Jack just shrugged. He'd figure out something.

"We'd better get going."

They'd need to get to camp and settle Shawn – and maybe get some breakfast, because Jack was pretty hungry.

Sam nodded. It wasn't like Ian was going to wake up any time soon, after all, and if he did, Janet had already said she was going to stay and keep an eye on him so someone would be there.

"Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

OOOOOOOOOOO

It was half past seven when they drove into the camp parking lot. Jack, Sam, Jacob and Jaffer in the truck, and Gary, Shawn and Mandy in the car behind them.

"Are you two planning on leaving any time soon?" Gary asked, as Jack helped Sam out of the truck and Mandy helped Shawn, who was having an awkward time with the crutches Doctor Kennedy had given him.

"No necessarily," Jack said, looking at Sam for confirmation. "Why?"

"Because with Shawn hurt and Ian out of commission entirely, I'm short handed for the guy counselors."

"And you're looking for a volunteer…"

"Yup."

"Sam would be happy to."

Gary smiled.

"He'd love to volunteer, Gary," Sam said, shaking her head, amused. They'd already discussed this on the way up to camp – and had called and let the OD at the base know that they needed Hammond to call them when he came in the next morning so they could let him know what was going on.

"We'll put you and Jacob up in one of the guest rooms, Sam," Gary told her.

"Or she can bunk with me," Mandy said, smiling. "I'd love the company, and it's been a long time since I've had a little one around to rock to sleep."

"Sounds great," Sam said. "Thanks."

"Shawn told me on the way here that he thinks he'll be able to keep counseling – with a few limitations, of course, so between the three of you, the boys should be okay."

"Am I keeping Jaffer?" Sam asked Jack, looking down at the lab, who was sniffing Shawn's cast once more."

"It might not be a bad idea," Jack told her. "He'd be fine with the kids, and can hang out with them by day – but I don't want to listen to whining and arguments about who gets to sleep with him at night."

Jack had done the counselor thing enough times, now, to know how it worked – although he'd never counseled the little kids.

"And besides, if you need anything, he can come get me."

She rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything.

"We're going to need some clothes and things…"

"We'll work it out."

They had stuff for Jake in his diaper bag, and that was enough for now.

With the counselor problem solved, Gary looked at his watch.

"The wake up bell should have rang half an hour ago, and the breakfast bell will be in about fifteen minutes. Why don't you head up to the cabin and meet the boys with Shawn, and Mandy and I will help Sam get settled. We'll meet you in the cafeteria for breakfast."

"Sounds great," Sam said, before Jack could reply – although she knew he wouldn't have any objections. She wanted to get out of the rain.

"We'll see you there," Jack said. Then he looked at Shawn. "Do I need to carry you up that hill, or do you think you can make it on your own?"

Shawn snorted, and shook his head, amused – and pleased that Jack and Sam were going to stick around.

"I think I can manage."

"We wouldn't want you to fall and roll down the hill…"

"I won't."

"It's pretty steep."

"It's not that bad."

"But if you-"

"Sam..."

"Jack."

"What?" He flashed her an innocent look, but the gleam of good humor in his brown eyes told her he was well aware he was teasing Shawn. It was just too much fun to resist, though.

Mandy smiled. She didn't know Jack or Sam, but they seemed like very nice people. Her kind of people.

"Come on, Sam," she said, reaching into the truck and taking the diaper bag. "Let's get you out of this rain."

"I get to carry Jacob," Gary said, before Sam could say she could do it. She couldn't, of course. Not with her crutches. But she might have tried anyways. Besides, he wanted to have a chance to see the newest O'Neill close up and personal.

Confident that Sam and Jake were in good hands – and with Jaffer – Jack slapped Shawn's shoulder.

"Let's go meet your kids."