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Chapter Five:

Anakin and Sam walked into the room with a definite purpose. Well, Sam had a purpose; Anakin looked like he had every intention to sit, watch, and be entertained.

Great. Just great.

Jack sat up, welcoming his visitors. He saw a flash of fear in Sam's eyes, and then relief. That was most likely due to the fact that she was expecting him to still be barely conscious. "Hey," He said cheerily. "What'd I miss?"

Sam grimaced. "Oh, just SG-6 coming back with a couple dozen angry Jaffa on their tail, Siler getting fried on some experiment in the lab, and lunch."

Jack pretended to be hurt. "What? My own student and girlfriend went out to lunch without me?" He piled some more pillows behind him. "And did you bring anything for this old fart to eat?"

Anakin couldn't take it anymore. Despite years of Jedi training in the control of one's own mind and emotions, he burst out laughing. He continued to laugh at Sam's facial expression, and his Master's look of amusement. By the time he had calmed down, tears were streaming down his face. "Wow," he said as he wiped his face with his gloved hand, "You are barely anything like I remember, Obi-Wan, and yet totally the same."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he said through a grin. "How so, young Jedi?"

Anakin shrugged, still chuckling and looking for a tissue to wipe his eyes.

"Oh, no. You need a better answer than a mere shrug, young one." Jack schooled his features, controlling them enough to make what Anakin had long ago deemed "That infuriating 'Amused Teacher' look".

Sam watched all of this with fascination. She had never seen Jack get along so smoothly with anyone, with the exceptions of herself, Daniel, and Teal'c.

It was weird.

Two hours later:

"So, Doc," Jack said as he leaned back against his pillows, "Can I get out of here now?"

Frasier gave him an annoyed look. "No."

"Why not?"

She put away the deathly cold stethoscope that she had been torturing him with, and crossed her arms. "Because I'm not entirely convinced that you're okay, Colonel O'Neill."

Jack gave an overly dramatic sigh and a little pout. "Fine. Be that way. See if I care."

Anakin, who had been watching from the corner, was finding it increasingly difficult not to laugh at Obi-Wan's antics every five minutes. How could straight-laced Obi-Wan Kenobi have managed to create the personality of Colonel Jack O'Neill—let alone pass it off so naturally? He was dumbfounded.

Jack noticed. "Something funny, Knight Skywalker?"

Anakin covered his mouth with his gloved hand. "Ahem. Just…" he shook his head. "Never mind."

Jack raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.

At least until Frasier jabbed a thermometer down his throat. "Agh! Mfffmmmt wwrrrnnn nnnx tmmmmm!" He looked quite comical as he waved his arms and glared at the doctor.

"Shhh!" Frasier commanded as she stared at her wristwatch.

Jack's glare didn't waver.

After two minutes, she removed the thermometer. "Now, what did you try to say just a minute ago?"

"That you should give me a warning next time, blasted woman!"

"Blasted? Since when do you say 'blasted', sir?" The doctor was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Since I was about 12 years old, and living in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant."

She just gave a long-suffering sigh and left the room, tossing a cheery "Tomorrow you can leave, sir," over her shoulder.

THE NEXT DAY:

Jack sat in the control room with Anakin and SG-1 watching the 'Gate dial out. "So, where's this 'Gate in the Rebublic?"

"About twelve kilometers due west of Theed, Naboo."

"Theed? As in the capital city?"

Anakin nodded.

"Sweet…"

His former apprentice gave him a sidelong glance. "'Sweet'?"

Jack shrugged. "When you've been on a planet long enough, you start to pick up the slang, especially if you need to blend in."

Anakin nodded, and then face the window again as Sgt. Davis' voice rang through the room. "Cheveron Seven, locked!"

The swirling blue vortex washed into the room, bathing the faces of the onlookers in its eerie blue glow. Jack squared his shoulders. "Well, it's back to home, sweet home…"

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