Author's Note: Just a quick response to a question in a review. I was going to write an Asgard story, but I let there be a vote between those who wanted an Asgard story, and those who wanted a new at camp story, and the camp story won. The Asgard story will be next in line!

OOOOOOOOOOO

Breakfast was almost over when Gary moved from his seat to stand in front of the group once more. The kids noticed immediately, and Chance, who was sitting beside Jack, nudged him to get his attention.

"Gary's going to do announcements," the boy told Jack, gesturing that direction.

"Thanks," Jack said, setting down his coffee cup.

Shawn smiled.

"How was breakfast?" Gary asked, well aware that he didn't have to ask for attention since everyone was already looking his direction.

There were assorted shouts in reply – most were yummy or good or just shouts to be heard – and Gary let them shout for a minute before holding up his hands for silence.

"Good. When we're done eating, I want you all to head for the gym. Okay?"

The kids shouted again, this time yelling their assurances that they'd head directly to the gym when they were done.

"What are we going to play?" Chad asked Jack.

"I'm not sure."

"Gary didn't tell you?"

Since Jack had been sitting beside the boy the entire meal, he wasn't sure when exactly Gary was supposed to have told him anything. He didn't say that, though. He just shook his head.

"Nope." He looked over at Sam; saw that she had handed a sleeping Jacob off to one of the staff members who was cooing over the baby with a goofy look on his face. "Maybe he told Sam, though…"

Every head at the table followed his gaze, and Jack suppressed his amused smile. As if she sensed them all looking at her, Sam turned just then, and met the gaze of the Australian boys and their counselors.

The boys waved.

Shawn and River grinned.

Sam waved back, obviously amused, even though she didn't have a clue what had grabbed the boys' attention and held it. They weren't looking at Jaffer – which wouldn't have surprised her. They were looking at her. And even from several table lengths away, she could see the amusement in Jack's expression.

"Go distract them for me, Jaffer," she said, nudging the lab with the foot he'd been sprawled on to let him know it was okay for him to go.

Jaffer wagged his tail and got to his feet, trotting over to Jack and drawing the attention of not only the boys of Australia, but also the entire room. Now the kids from Australia were in the spotlight, and they didn't mind at all. Jaffer came directly to Jack, but he didn't mind at all when Chance leaned over and almost fell out of his seat to pet the black lab's silky fur.

"Are we done?" Shawn asked the boys, drawing their attention to the fact that they had other things to do that morning besides gawk at Jaffer.

The boys nodded, and started stacking their dishes, while Jack handed down leftover bacon from his plate.

"Let's go, guys," River said, standing up and gesturing for the boys to do the same.

Excited to see what they were going to be doing next, the boys headed for the door that led to the stairs that in turn led to the gym.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, coming up beside Jack, Jacob once more in her arms – although the baby was still asleep.

"What?"

"All the looking."

"What looking?" Jack asked innocently. "I don't know why you're so wary, Sam."

"Jack…"

He smiled.

"Are you coming down to play games with us?"

"I'm going to call Janet and get an update on Ian. Then I might come take a peek at what you're doing."

"Take Jaffer with you, will you? I don't want him to distract things just yet."

"Sure."

OOOOOOOOO

There were chairs stacked against the side wall of the gym when the kids entered, and Gary waited until all of them were there and paying attention before he spoke up.

"Everyone grab a chair and get into a circle," Gary said, gesturing to the middle of the gym floor.

With the help of counselors and a lot of noise, the kids obeyed, and Gary went into the middle of the circle, watching them all with an amused smile as they watched him expectantly.

"Okay. You guys remember the fruit basket game we played?"

There were shouts of yes.

"Good. This game is a little like that – but only because eventually you're going to end up looking for a new spot – and there's going to be one chair less than there are people. For right now, though, I'm going to name each of you with a different car part, okay? So pay attention to what you are."

He started at Jack, pointing, and worked his way down, alternating.

"Brakes. Gas Pedal. Steering wheel."

When he was finished, he was back in front of Jack.

"Everyone remember what you are?"

Again there were shouts to the affirmative.

"Okay. Now… I'm going to start telling you a story about a guy on a trip. When I mention things about the car, it's your jobs to add in the sound effects. Like if I mention he's speeding up, those of you who are the gas pedal have to make accelerating noises, like 'vroooom'! And if I mention he's turning the car, those of you who are steering wheels make turning noises, like 'uuuuurrrr'! And if he's stopping the car or slamming on the brakes, those of you who are brakes will do what?"

There were a large number of braking noises all of the sudden, as everyone who was a brake demonstrated.

Gary grinned.

"Exactly. Now; every trip is not without its hazards. If I decide at some point that he's going to get a flat tire, I'm going to yell 'blow out!'. If I do that, everyone has to move and find a new seat – although you still stay as whatever car part you are. The person who doesn't get a new seat is it, and has to continue with the story, until our unfortunate driver has another blowout and everyone scrambles for a seat again. Get it?"

There were murmurs of excitement and nods. This was going to be fun!

"Okay. Let's get started."

The kids moved to the edges of their seats as Gary started the story.

"Once upon a time there was a guy named Gary…"

The campers laughed, but were still tense.

"And Gary decided to go to camp to be with his friends. So he got into his car, and started the engine…"

Gary looked at the campers, expectantly, and those who were Gas Pedals made revving noises like they were starting the engine.

"Good!" Gary said, beaming. "So Gary started off to camp. First he turned left…"

"Urrrrrrrrr!"

He grinned.

"And then he turned right…"

"Urrrrrrrrrrr!"

"And then he sped up!"

"Vrroooooooooom!"

"And then he was coming along a mountain road and a deer jumped out in front of his car so he had to slam on the brakes!"

"Urrrrrrchhhhhh!"

The kids all laughed, thoroughly enjoying this.

Gary grinned again, already looking for the seat he was going to take once he got all the kids to move.

"Unfortunately, he slammed on the brakes so hard, he… had… A BLOWOUT!"

The kids screamed, and scrambled for new seats in a flurry of activity that had them bouncing off each other and tangling feet with each other, and laughing and yelling and jumping to new chairs. When the proverbial smoke cleared, it was Jack O'Neill who was standing in the middle without a new chair.

Bah.

The kids laughed, and Jack smiled. He was far too good at this to be annoyed, after all – and he knew he'd be able to at least show some of the others how to continue the story.

"So… Gary fixed his flat tire…" Jack said, continuing the story as soon as the kids were quiet enough to listen. "And then he started the car again."

"Vrooooom!"

"And he started driving down the road…"