When Sam finally entered the gym – about an hour after breakfast had ended – she found the campers in three groups running around the gym chasing each other in some kind odd game of tag that involved all sorts of car sound effects. Shawn, with his broken ankle, was off to one side of the out of bounds lines, safely away from the running and sometimes tumbling children and campers.

Shawn looked up when Sam came over to sit beside him. She was baby-less and Jaffer-less, and he decided that she looked as tired as she felt, even though she smiled when she joined him.

"They're not going to let you play?" She asked, feigning surprise.

He shook his head, echoing her smile.

"I feel like Rudolph."

She chuckled.

"How does the ankle feel?"

"It's numb. Did you talk to Doctor Fraiser?"

Sam nodded.

"Libby's folks are at the clinic, and Janet said that they want to take her home, but that she wants to come back and finish camp."

"Are they going to let her?"

"Maybe. If Janet and Doctor Kennedy convince them that she's healthy – which Janet says she is – and if Libby can convince a worried mother to leave her little girl."

"You don't sound convinced that she'll be able to."

Sam shrugged.

"I wouldn't be able to leave Jacob if something like that happened. I probably wouldn't let him out of my sight for years."

It was Shawn's turn to smile. Sam in protective mother mode was a new side of her. Instead of teasing her about it, though, he switched topics.

"Did you hear anything on Ian?"

"He's still out. Probably will be for the rest of the day, I imagine, if we go by what we've seen before in these situations."

Shawn frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"The other times this kind of thing has happened…" Sam said, confused by his question. "Like when you and River were hurt."

She didn't see the light of understanding dawn in his expression like she'd expected to, and Sam frowned as well.

"Ian hasn't told you about his…"

She trailed off, realizing that they weren't in a secured area, and the topic of conversation was classified. Even to Shawn, since it was obvious that he didn't know.

"Told me what, Sam?" Shawn asked, pressing.

"Never mind, Shawn. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Especially in a gym filled with screaming kids. She'd just assumed Shawn knew. Of course, now that she thought about it, she supposed that Ian wouldn't really have wanted to spout off about what was going on – especially to Shawn, who was still fresh from losing his mother. A mother who had the same abilities. As guilty as Ian felt about that loss – and Sam knew that he still blamed himself – there was no way he'd bring that subject up and remind Shawn of what he'd lost.

"Sam…" Shawn had the same expression on his face that Jack often wore when he was ready to become difficult.

"I'm sorry, Shawn, I shouldn't have said anything."

"But-"

"Hey!"

They both looked up to see that Jack had joined them, panting from running at full bore with the kids, but smiling nonetheless.

Sam smiled, too.

"Having fun?"

"Of course." She knew he liked kids, and running from a kid is a lot more fun than running from a Jaffa hell-bent on killing you or taking you captive. "What's the word on Ian?"

"He's still out, but Janet expects him to wake up sometime tonight or maybe tomorrow early."

"Physical injuries?"

"A slight chill, a lot of bruising and abrasions – and a solid whack to the head – but she's pretty sure he's fine."

"Good."

"Vrooooooom!"

Four small boys came rushing up to Jack, all making the sound of a car accelerating. One of them tagged him by slapping him on the rear.

"Tag, Jack!"

"Arghhhh!" Jack made a show of being distraught at being captured, causing Shawn and Sam to both smile – even though Shawn was annoyed that he hadn't had a chance to ask Jack about Ian before they'd been interrupted. "You got me!"

Three of the boys dragged Jack off to join the rest of their group, but the third one stopped to crouch down beside Shawn, looking at the cast on his ankle.

"Does your leg hurt, Shawn?"

He shook his head.

"No, Sammy. It's fine."

Sam smiled at the little boy.

"Your name is Sammy?"

Sammy nodded, looking from Shawn's cast to Sam.

"Mine is, too."

"I know," Sammy said. "Jack told me."

"Sammy is worried about Ian," Shawn said, resisting the urge to ask Sam about Ian once more and instead focusing on the fact that Sam could do a lot to alleviate the concern in the little boy's expression. "Since you just talked to the doctors, Sam, maybe you could tell him how Ian's doing?"

"Of course." She gestured for the little boy to sit next to her and Shawn was surprised that Sammy went so willingly. It was probably a sign of how much he wanted to hear about Ian.

"Is he really okay?" Sammy asked, confirming Shawn's conclusion.

Sam nodded, affecting that calming aura that she did so well – and one that Shawn had practically grown up around. He was surprised when he felt a little stab of jealousy as Sam put an arm around Sammy's bony shoulder and hugged him close. Jealousy that he immediately shrugged off, wondering when he'd decided that Sam was his and Jake's alone.

"He's fine, sweetheart. I just spoke with the doctors that are with him, and they say he should be up and around by tomorrow morning."

Sammy looked up at her; his eyes so big and hopeful that she couldn't help but feel her heart melt.

"And then he'll be back?"

What else could she say? Sam nodded.

"Yes, honey. I'm sure he will."

Which of course, meant she might need to go and have a chat with Ian once he woke up to convince him to come back.