A/N: Okay sorry they're so short but since I'm not finished with the story I figured the best way to upload them would be to make a chapter out of each perspective / time change. This one's a little longer. I have a long one coming up in a few chapters so i guess that's okay. Thanks again for all your reviews!

Daniel watched as Jack laid his head on the bar top and decided now would be a good time to approach his friend. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he was hoping to find out. Jack never talked, especially about his feelings, but maybe he was just having a bad day. It could have something to do with that letter that had showed up at the base for him.

He sat on the stool next to Jack motioning for the bartender. "Just a beer please."

"What are you doing here, Daniel?" Jack asked without lifting his head from where it rested.

"Honestly?"

"No, I want you to lie to me. Who sent you?" Jack sat up, scowling.

"Janet. She wanted to make sure you're okay." Daniel took a sip of his beer and set the glass back down.

"Yeah, well you checked up on me. You can go home now." Jack wasn't going to be cooperative and Daniel knew it. He never was.

"Jack what's going on? That mission was hard on all of us, but you're taking it harder than I thought."

"I'm taking it hard? Have you gone to see Carter?" Jack nearly shouted. "She might not recover from this. We could lose her from the team, for cryin' out loud."

"Jack, if she's not on the team, she'll still have plenty to do at the SGC. Now what else is wrong?" Daniel turned to face him, leaning an elbow on the bar top.

Jack pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it over. Daniel opened it and quickly read the contents.

"Oh, jeez, Jack, I'm sorry." He shuffled the contents of the envelope around and took another gulp from his beer. "We're on downtime for a few weeks, what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna be heading up to the cabin at some point, maybe. After the funerals at least." Jack hit another shot, slamming the glass on the counter.

"Funerals?" Daniel took a deeper look at the second sheet of paper. It was the passenger list for the plane.

"I also knew Karol Stevens. I'm just glad her husband and children weren't on the plane with her."

"Wow, the first plane crash in years in this area and you knew two of the passengers?" Daniel looked at Jack over the rim of his glasses, shoving the sheets of paper back in the envelope.

"Yeah. Sara was on her way back from visiting her brother in Chicago. One of Karol's kids just moved to the area, she was flying down to help him move in."

"So who's Karol?"

"She was my best friend from the time I was two. My parents decided to move when I was sixteen and I lost track of her for a while. Twenty years later, she wrote me, out of the blue. We've kept in touch since then." Jack didn't normally tell anybody about his personal life, but this was Space Monkey. Granted he didn't go deep, but it was more than most people knew about him.

"Let me drive you home Jack, you've obviously had a lot to drink," Daniel insisted.

"Ah, ah, nobody drives my truck. We can take a cab." Jack threw the money down on the bar top and stood to leave. If Daniel hadn't known better, he would have never known the older man had been drinking.