A/N: (pats self on the back) Two chapters up in one day. Yay me.

Ch 15

When Sam woke up, the first thing she realized was how bright it was in the bedroom. Then she realized it wasn't her bedroom, remembered where she was, and sat up quickly, turning towards Danny… who wasn't there.

Untangling herself from the blanket - which she realized she had never seen before - she got to her feet quickly, pulling up the sweatpants that were coming off and hurrying through the house looking for her little charge.

She found him easily, as he was laughing very loudly in the kitchen. She quickly saw why. He was sitting at the table, strapped securely in place with what looked like the belt to a robe, sitting on a stack of phone books so he could reach the table. The make-shift high chair didn't seem to be inconveniencing him, and he banged the spoon in his hand loudly against the table and called, "Dack, cake, cake!"

"Sir! You can't give him cake for breakfast!" Sam said quickly as she headed to the stove and her CO.

"Well, rejoining the world of the living, are we, Major Carter? And the cakes being requested are of the pan variety, so don't worry." He flipped a pancake up into the air and caught it on the skillet in his hand, which made Danny shriek and clap his hands.

"Sam, wook, Dack is frowin cake! Ginn, Dack, ginn!"

"All right, all right. Hold your horses. We've got to stop throwing them around and EAT them eventually, you know." He poured more batter onto the skillet after sliding the finished pancakes onto the tower he had already amassed on a nearby plate.

"He seems all better now," Sam remarked on her way to the coffee pot.

"Yeah, he's fine. How about you?"

"Fine… or I will be once I get some coffee in me."

"And pancakes, I hope," Jack called over his shoulder. "Because normal-sized Daniel and I maybe could eat all of these by ourselves, but we're definitely gonna need your help today."

"Sounds great. I'll get the syrup."

"Hmm, which one of us gets to try to clean the syrup off of him later?"

Sam glanced at the skillet. "Flip for it?"

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After breakfast, during the lengthy clean-up that ensued, Jack asked, "So, still want to go to the park today?"

"Sure. But I should go home and get the things I had already brought inside. And feed my cat, make sure Cassie can keep feeding him, just in case…"

"And pack your own bag?"

"I guess…" she said hesitantly. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead. "Are you sure you want both of us to stay here all weekend, sir, I mean, don't you think…"

"Nope," he interrupted with a smirk. "And you think way too much. The only difference between both of us watching him here and at the base is that there's a lot more room for him to run amok here. So… want to meet us at the park, or should we wait here for you?"

Danny had found his tricycle, which was in the pile of stuff Sam had still had in her car when she came over, and he pedaled quickly into the kitchen where Jack and Sam were, making rows of syrup tracks after passing through a puddle by his chair.

Sam and Jack cornered him and stopped him. "I think we better go ahead and go as soon as possible. Let him burn off some energy outside rather than tearing up the house."

"Good idea," Sam agreed.

"I'll call Teal'c and see if he wants to meet us."

"Tea?" Danny asked, looking around for his biggest friend.

"Yeah, we're going to see if he wants to go to the park with us," Jack told him. "Does that sound like fun?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, then, Sam, we'll meet you at the playground we always took Cassie to."

"All right. Good luck till then," Sam commented as Danny made a grab for Jack's leftover cup of coffee and Jack managed to snatch it out of the way just in time.

"Thanks."

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Sam let herself back into her house and only then noticed how very messy it had become in such a relatively short period of time the night before. She straightened up and explained the situation to her cat, who didn't seem to mind in the least that he still had the house to himself. She packed up the rest of Danny's things, as well as what she herself would need, and was changing her clothes when the phone rang. Expecting it to be her CO with a Danny-related issue, she picked it up absently as she searched for matching socks. "Carter."

"Hey, Sam, how's it going?"

"Oh, hi, Janet. It's… okay. We hit kind of a snag last night…"

"What do you mean 'snag?'" Janet asked, sounding worried.

Sam explained the situation. Janet understood completely, but she couldn't refrain from commenting, "So you're going to play house all weekend with the Colonel?"

"Janet," Sam said defensively. "There really aren't a whole lot of other options here. Hammond wants Danny off the base and he can't be at my house and breathe at the same time, so what else are we supposed to do?"

"I'm just teasing you, Sam. I'm glad you don't have to watch him all alone, he's kind of a handful."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "So, listen, I want to be sure my cat's okay so can I talk to Cassie real quick?"

"She's in the shower, I'll have her call you later. I told her what happened to Danny. She wants to see him."

"He's not a… a spectacle!"

"The three of you together are," Janet commented dryly.

"Janet…"

"All right, that was uncalled for, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Sam sighed. "Anyway… you could meet us at the park if you want. I'm sure Jack and Teal'c would like to see her too and… what, Janet?"

"I'm sorry! It's just still weird hearing you say 'Jack.'"

"I told you that…"

"I know, I know. It was confusing Daniel. But Sam… Danny's not there right now, is he?"

Sam held the phone away from her ear for a moment so she could give it a withering glare, then said, "Goodbye, Dr. Fraiser" before punching the Off button vehemently.

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