Author's note: remember this story? Hehe, you might have to start from the beginning to remember what's happening.

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"It was an accident," Sam said, quickly. "He was-"

"You let him drive back?" Jack asked, surprised.

She gave him a rueful smile.

"He was doing pretty good…"

"Right up until he rammed into the gate…" Daniel added, unable to hide his amused smile. It would seem that driving lessons were almost as dangerous to the members of SG-1 as the Goa'uld were.

"I can fix the gate," Sirius said, reaching his hand towards the waist of his pants where he'd tucked his wand.

"That's not something we'd want everyone to see, Sirius," Jack replied, shaking his head. He looked at Sam, who was already being checked over by Fraiser. "How bad is it?"

"The car or the gate?"

He shook his head.

"You."

Sam shrugged.

"I'm okay. Had my seat belt on."

Jack looked at Janet, who understood that he was asking her the same question he'd just asked Sam. She nodded her agreement.

"She's fine, Colonel. It's just a bump. I'll want to check her ankle, though."

"It's just sprained…" Sam protested.

"Hey. If I had to stay here for a complete check up, you need to stay, too," Jack said before she could finish her statement.

Janet nodded her agreement, sending Harry and Sirius both off to be looked at, too – just to make sure..

"You need to stick around, Sam – at least long enough for me to get X-rays."

Jack grinned. Fair was fair, after all. Sam caught the grin and scowled.

"This is your fault, you know…"

"My fault?" He gave her an innocent look that made her scowl fade. "How is it my fault? I wasn't even there."

"You were supposed to teach Harry how to drive this morning…"

"I'm not the one who let him drive the streets after only one lesson."

"Two."

He snorted, amused.

"Same thing."

Sam smiled as well.

"He really was doing okay…"

"He made it as far as the gate, anyways. We'll have to work on everything after that…"

"Well," Fraiser interrupted, reminding them both that she and Daniel were still there, since they seemed to be losing themselves in their own little world. "The lessons are over for the day, I can assure you."

"Unless Daniel wants to continue them…" Sam said, looking over at the archeologist with an impish smile.

Daniel shook his head, holding his hands up in front of him.

"Not a chance. I just got that car, and I'm not about to let it be destroyed."

Janet smiled.

"Better to just spend the day relaxing, I think."

"We could go bowling," Daniel suggested.

"Not with Sam's ankle," Janet reminded him.

Not to mention Jack was nursing a headache and wouldn't feel at all like listening to the sound of pins being crashed into over and over.

"A movie?" Sam suggested.

It was Daniel's turn to smile.

"We could rent the Harry Potter movies…"

"Oh, I imagine they'd love that," Jack said, sarcastically – although he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to watch a movie that was supposedly based on your life. Even though no one really believed you were real.

"What do you suggest?" Sam asked, knowing Jack would probably have something in mind. He was, after all, pretty good at finding ways to amuse himself when they had downtime.

"Putt putt."

"Miniature golf?" Daniel repeated, skeptically.

"Why not?"

"Sam's ankle, for one. I'm no good, for two."

"I can play mini golf," Sam said, flexing her ankle. It hurt, but not that much. After all, it didn't take much to simply walk around chasing a little ball, and there were places she could sit down if she needed to.

"After I get an x-ray," Janet told her, taking hold of the foot to immobilize it. "That way we know it's just sprained."

"Does it look broken?" Jack asked, concerned.

"No. Which doesn't mean it isn't."

"It's not," Sam assured them all. She'd know, after all. Right?

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"What are we doing?" Sirius asked. Again.

"Playing miniature golf," Daniel replied from the front seat of the car. His new car, which was just big enough to hold all six of them; Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, Jack, Sirius and Harry. Harry was between Daniel and Teal'c in the front, with the other three in the back.

"It is a form of entertainment for humans where one endeavors to strike a small ball with a stick called a club or a putter and sink the ball into a hole in as few shots as possible," Teal'c explained.

Sirius stared at him.

"It's easy, Sirius," Harry said – although he'd only actually played it once. Taking Harry golfing (miniature or otherwise) wasn't his uncle's idea of a good time, after all.

Sirius just shook his head. Muggles were crazy. He looked over at Sam, who was seated between him and Jack, with her leg stretched out and an ace bandage tightly supporting it. Some of them were, anyways.

"You'll see," Sam assured him. "We'll help you figure it out."

"And there's no driving involved," Daniel said, with a smirk.

"Although there is driving in regular golf," Jack added.

"Regular golf?" Sirius asked.

"Sure. You know, where you actually have real grass, and no clown faces or tunnels or…" he trailed off, realizing from the wizard's blank stare that he didn't have a clue. "Well… it's different driving, but you don't need to know all that…"

Sam patted Sirius' leg with a warm smile, well aware that Jack had just thoroughly confused him.

"Don't worry. It's a lot of fun – and perfectly safe."