A/N - sorry for the shortness of this chapter, it's kind of an intro which will hopefully be an ammusing fic.

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BW5

Daniel Jackson could not believe what was happening. He hadn't heard from his foster brother in a good decade, and now, the man waltzes into Daniel's apartment, asking the unthinkable.

"It's not like I'm asking you to be his father." Jerimiah says, a butt dangling between his lips, he twists his wedding ring nervously. "Just watch him and feed him for two...three months tops."

"Jerimiah, my job..."

"Oh, that deep space whatever whatever, yeah, take him to work with ya or something, maybe the kid 'll learn something." Daniel's eyes narrowed, particually offended by his foster-brothers lack of sensitivity towards the subject of child abandonment.

"What is "the kids" name?" Dr. Jackson snapped, and, in a very threatening manuver, straightened his glasses.

"Erm..." Jerimiah looked lost for a moment. "Danny! His names Danny!" He glowed with the sudden revelation until a voice from the other room came in.

"No, it's not."

"Then whose Danny?" Daniel sighed.

"That would be me."

"Oh, right. Erm." Footsteps slowly rounded into the kitchen. A sixteen year old boy emerged, however, he was barley distinguishable from the black wall behind him. Black clothes, black hair, black lips, black nails, Danny had to repress the urge tolaugh at this boys entrance.

"Um, hello..." Daniel said softly.

"Jack. My name's Jack."

"Well, that's settled. I'll get his bags!" Jerimiah stated enthusiastically and quickly excused himself. The kitchen air became stotic, Jack stood, legs spread, arms crossed infront of his chest, his eyes boring holes into daniel. If the boy could see inside his mind, he'd realize that the only thing Daniel was thinking is "how do I get myself into these things?"

"Would you like a drink?" Jack's gaze never wavered. Daniel coughed in nervous embaressment, this is why he preferred mummies to live humans, mummies were much nicer, neatly wrapped and they rarely tried to stare through you.

Daniel poured a glass of water and offered it to Jack, however, he neglected to even notice the out streched hand. Jerimiah entered the room and nabbed the glass of water out of Daniel's hand, downing it in a quick gulp.

"Well, since that's all settled, I've got to go." Jerimiah smiles and like a whirlwind, whips out of the apartment, leaving a bewildered Daniel, with his hand still outstreched as if he were holding the glass. Finally, his arm retracted and Danny's mind stumbled, trying to find something to say. Twenty – three languages, twenty-three, and there wasn't a word in any language that would get through to this boy about how this wasn't his fault, his dad was an idiot and... Jack turned around, settled in the airchair in the fetal position and fell fast asleep.