YAY! IT'S MY 20TH CHAPTER! YAY! (dances) sry for the wait... here ya go!

Sunday, it was Sunday! Thank God… The four little 'adult' terrors had run around all day yesterday, all wanting to show Teal'c this, show Teal'c that, and do stuff. They were bored! Not surprising either, they couldn't drive they couldn't go anywhere; they had to rely on Hammond and Chris. Sunday meant one more day until they could all hitchhike back to the base.

"JACK!"

"Yup?" A head poked out from behind a chair. It was all tousled. Chris looked over into the living room and smiled at them. How cute.

"Good. You know, you guys are supposed to be watching me. Frasier said so."

"We know!" Sam called back. "We are, you just don't know it." The heads disappeared from sight and Hammond turned back to the table he was sharing with Chris. Daniel got up and went to get apple juice for them all. Chris watched him go by.

"You know George, Daniel didn't have a sibling." Hammond glanced at him, not betraying his emotions. "Well, none that I knew of at least." Daniel smiled nervously at Chris as he went back with three glasses.

"Here'z our apple juiz guyz!" They smirked yet again at the mispronunciation. Daniel popped his head over to see if the other adults were listening.

"Chzriz knowz zomething'z wrong. I think he might of guezzed."

"That would be bad," Jack said quietly.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.

"Daniel, how are we supposed to keep him off our track?" Sam mused.

He shrugged. "I don't know unlezz they get the cube working again."

"In reverse," Jack checked.

"Right, in reverze."

"Soo…?" Sam prompted.

"Zo we let him think he knowz what he'z talking about. He'z figured out that I don't have any ziblingz."

"Your point Danny?"

"I can't have a nephew if I don't have a zibling Jack!" Jack looked thoughtful at this.

"Good point."

Daniel continued. "Zo if he guezzes, we hatfa ward him off. Zomehow." Chris made up his mind, he was gonna talk to Daniel's nephew, or was it Daniel himself?

"Danny? Can I talk with you about how your uncle's doing?"

"Uh oh," he muttered. Chris' question may have been innocent enough seeming, but he could easily have an underlying motive. Instead, Daniel yelled, "Yep!" happily to his buddy. Chris got up and led Daniel to the guest room again.

Once they had left, the remaining SGC members scrambled together, Daniel would never tell anyone about the SGC and what happened there to an outsider, would he?

"Danny, or should I call you Dr. Jackson?"

Daniel squirmed impatiently like any nine-year-old would. "You could, but that'z my uncle'z title."

"I don't believe it."

"Okayz, but he'z in Egypt you know." Daniel put on a good front; it killed to have to deceive his friend like this.

"Stop it Daniel, tell me the truth."

"What toof?" With his missing tooth, speech was complicated.

"Okay Danny, we're gonna play 20 questions," Chris started acting like the 'child' in front of him was actually a child.

"O-tay!"

"What's your uncle do?"

"He'z an egyptologizt!"

"How many laguages does he speak?"

"Lotz."

"What's his mother's maiden name?"

"I don't know. What'z a maiden name?"

"The name your grandmother had before she married your grandfather."

"Oh, I don't know. Uncle Daniel waz a foozter child."

"Foster, but close enough. Umm… what was his first foster father's name?"

"Uh… Bill? Or waz it zomeone named William?"

He dismissed the guesses because neither was right. Daniel had said the names of his later foster parents.

"Cat's name?"

"He'z 'llergic."

"Favorite color?"

"Blue, black."

"Favorite visiting place?"

"Egypt now."

"Foster mother's name?"

"Marie?"

"High school sweetie?"

"Denize."

"Ha." Chris looked triumphant as Daniel tried to figure out what he'd said. He went over the conversation believing he hadn't said anything that would give him away. Place, Egypt… one foster mom, Marie… high school sweetie, Denise… Oh. Denise. He had never told anyone about Denise, only Chris had known about her. Actually, he'd guessed after seeing Daniel fawn over her. It was something he wouldn't tell a soul.

"Shit," he mumbled.

"How did you get like this Daniel?"

"Long ztory." Chris grinned at the lisp now, realizing why it was funny, but did that mean his friends knew about this predicament too, or were they innocent?

"Do your friends know?"

"Nope. Completely unaware."

"Good."

"So what have you been doing all these years anyway?"

"Being a good egyptologizt… tologizt… anthopoloizt… guy!" Chris bit his lip, poor Daniel not being able to speak properly.

"Pobre tú, Daniel. No hablas." Daniel glared at him.

"Thankz for pointing out that fact."

"No problema!" Daniel scowled at him, back to the same old Chris he knew 20 years before. God save him. "Let's go out to your friends."

"Ok." The walked out and Chris retook his spot at the table and Daniel went to his team. They looked at him expectantly. Daniel's eyes spoke of failure.

"He got me."