"Sir? What are we going to do at the colonel's house? I mean, Daniel and Chris will want to be together," Sam asked in the general's car.

"I don't know – Sammy." She scowled in the rearview mirror. The major had no idea how long he'd wanted to do that for. Hammond laughed at Sam's expression.

"Soo… what's good old Daniel up to now?" Sitting next to each other, Daniel glanced at Jack worriedly. He shrugged and gave an expression saying 'make-it-up.' So he did.

"Uh Uncle Danny's good, he's outta the country on some kinda dig in… umm… Egypt, I think. The place with those really big pyramids."

"Lucky…" Chris muttered.

"Yeah, I guess, but it's—"

"Hot, full of scorpions, sandy, windy, and it's a country in political ruin."

"Jaa-aack!" Daniel complained. "It's a really nice place believe it or not!"

Chris' eyes widened. "You've been?"

Daniel blushed. "Yeah," he muttered. Damn… he'd let something slip.

"Let me guess, your uncle took you."

"Yup!"

"I haven't gotten to go yet. The institution can't or won't fund me. I'm thinking the latter."

"Which one!" Daniel asked angrily, forgetting himself. Jack hissed at him.

"Daniel!" Chris thought it was perfectly normal since Daniel Jackson was his uncle.

"Oh some society. The college I teach at has been trying to fund a trip there for years now."

"Well that's not very nice," Daniel countered stubbornly.

"Yeah well, life ain't fair and the world may suck-"

"But there's always a chance for more," they finished together. Chris smiled; the kid did know that one!

"Ya know, a while ago, my uncle mentioned something about talking rocks…?" Daniel prompted. He feigned a face of utter confusion. Uh oh, Jack thought, This is gonna be good!

Chris erupted in laughter. "He did! Ah jeez…"

Daniel grinned at the mini colonel. "You're gonna like this one Jack."

"I bet…" So Chris told the highly amusing story of talking rocks, thus revealing some more of Daniel's past.

"See, long time ago, Daniel's foster dad just wanted him to follow whatever job he put his heart into – of course, in his case, it was archeology. So then his foster dad said something like "Nice subject. I've heard that the rocks actually speak to you." Of course he meant in ancient writings or something… but we were kids and kids are kids." Chris winked in the mirror. Jack glared back playfully.

"You trying to say something bub?" Jack mockingly demanded. It almost sounded like he was being fresh, but Chris laughed and shook his head. "Good, then go on, I'm dying to know what happened."

"Anyway, intrigued, Danny and I went outside, grabbed a lot of rocks, and held them up to our ears. We even smashed them to see if they'd cry. After hearing nothing and almost a whole day wasted, we went inside tearing because we couldn't hear the rocks."

Jack smiled now. Daniel instantly knew then that he was never going to be able to live that down. And, as far as he knew, there was nothing with which he could counter with – yet.

"67y67," Daniel mumbled again, trying to resurface good old memories.

"That one too?" Chris asked incredulously. Jack was beginning to be afraid… of the two and that Chris wasn't watching where he was going. Daniel nodded and smiled.

"What's that? 67y67, or do I want to know?"

"Well, it consisted of broken keyboards and bruised foreheads." Daniel nodded and continued Chris' explanation.

"Relaxation Code 102."

"What's 101?" Jack asked cautiously.

"Mygth," Daniel answered as Chris smiled widely. Poor Jack put his head in his hands in mock disgrace… or perhaps true disgrace.

"Oy…"

how do ya like Daniel's attempt of dropping hints? I think Chris should start to suspect something... jeez he's blunt... (now who's fault is that?) oh be quiet muse...