A/N, sorry for the crappiness of grammer, I've wanted to get this out for awhile and decided to screw the editing, if anyone wants to edit it, go for it, my e-mail is and i will retype it.

Thirty seconds after Jack, the newest resident to the Jackson abode, fell fast asleep in Daniel's favorite arm chair, Daniel dialed the only person he could think of who would have some insight.

"Hello?" Sam picked up the phone and set her ice tea down. She had been enjoying one of her rare afternoons off with a good book. She was surprised to hear Daniel on the other end.

"Hi Sam." Daniel said, crossing one arm over his chest while he held the phone with the other. "Um, I have a question."

"Shoot." Sam said, sliding back in her chair. Daniel's tone worried her, this was the tone he took when he was either meeting a new alein species or explaining to someone that they had contracted a deadly disease. Daniel paused, thinking about the best way to say this.

"I need adivce on taking care of a teenager."

"When did you inherit a son?" Sam joked.

"Aproximatly one minute and fifteen seconds ago."

"Your kidding! What happened?" Daniel repeated the story, sitting on the kitchen counter and watching Jack shift in his sleep.

"Sam, I don't know what to do. I can't take care of a...a..a kid!"

"Well, It sounds like you'll make a better gaurdian than your brother..." Sam suggests.

"Do I need to remind you I deal the better with mummies than I do with Cassie?" Daniel looked over his shoulder. Jack was yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly, black eye liner smudged across his face. "Could you come over? Just to...get conversation started?"

"Sure, I'll bring over lunch to, the undead would wish for more death after eating your pasta."

"Hey! Sam..." Daniel whined. Sam laughed like the older sister she acted like.

"I'll be over in a little while Daniel." Still chuckling, Sam hung up and realized that she would never have a decent day off until SG-1 and all it's inhabitants were underground and resting, and maybe not even after that.

Well, She mused, there certainly isn't any time for boredom.

Jack had a screaming headache. For one, it had taken six hours to get to this...persons apartment, and long rides made him sick,secondly, Jerimiah and his newest blonde matress had had an argument on the ride over, between the two a headache had started that wouldn't die.

He had taken off his shoes, he knew he might as well get comfortable for a week before this guy shipped him off to civil services. He hated that the most, the one hundered year old women who bent over him and cooing to him like he was actually hurting. The only reason he ever cried was to humor them.

Jack paused and looked around him before he entered the kitchen with his "uncle". He looked at the expansive shelves full of books and artifiacts, it was, at least, impressive.

"It's a fucking museum, this guy is a complete nerd." Jack mumbled and turned to enter the stotic white kitchen.

"Sleep well?" The uncle asked.

"No." Jack snapped, being as lanky as he was, he had about two inches on the older man, all though Jack weighed a grand total of 105 pounds, giving him a skeleton like appearance.

"Hold off on eating for about ten minutes," he said as Jack took a bite of cold pizza. "My friend is coming over for lunch and to meet you."

"Let me guess, this friend of yours is a case worker. Shit man, grow a spine, it usually takes you people a week decide to get rid of me ."

"I'm not getting rid of you. Look, Jack, my parents were killed when I was a kid, and I was tossed around like a bag of sand for a long time, so I can't and won't try to say anything to make you feel better because I sincerely doubt thats what you want. However, I understand." Jack looked at him, that piercing stare that he had perfected while abusing freshman. Daniel did not back down, he didn't even look afraid, mostly, the guy just looked akward. Like he had been thrust into a room full of people while only in his underwear. Regardless, Jack's headache was going away, and this made him much happier.

"Sorry man, really, but hell I don't have it that bad, I always get to see new places with new, albit, obscure reletives." He shrugged, the door bell rang. "This must be your friend."

"Her names Sam." Daniel said and opened the door. Jack's eyes lit up as a beautiful blonde entered the room.

"Hey Daniel, and who'se this handsome young man?" Jack tried hard not to flush.

"My names Jack." Jack reached out to shake her hand, the sleeve of his longsleeve black shirt slipped back, revealing a tattoo of a grinning skull.

"Very nice to meet you Jack, I bet we'll be great friends."