A/N: Well, here's a second chapter for you guys...hope you like it.

Lil' Line O' Litiguous Lard: I own jack shit from these series, god I wish I did.

Fair Warning: There will be a few words in Italian in this chapter...I will not be putting in a translation. If you want the translation, Google it...you'll see why.

Chapter 2

Family Matters

"Well today's certainly been full of unexpected events," said Mitchell as Mrs.—Dr. Jackson left the room. This was going to get confusing. "So…I know I haven't been with the program long, but we seem to have gone to this little interview with a massive dearth of knowledge about our interviewees. Somehow, I doubt this is normal."

"Colonel," said Sam with a sigh, "these were hardly usual circumstances. All we really had to go on to find this guy was that kid from Merriweather Prep., and all he knew was that the guy was the stepson of one of his teachers and lived near a strawberry plantation on Long Island. It was primarily through luck that we even found this place."

"Remember, also Colonel Mitchell, that of our two options, this was the only one we had any idea of how to locate." Interjected Teal'c.

"Yeah, I know, I know…not a lot of choices, but still…I don't like being this unprepared, especially when we didn't even go off-plan—" he cut himself off as the two Jacksons returned, the dark-haired young man he surmised must be Percy was toweling himself off as he entered.

"So…you wanted to see me?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, Doctor Jackson, we're in need of your apparent skill in translation of an Ancient Greek dialect." Said our Dr. Jackson.

The young man waved dismissively, "Just call me Percy. How did you even learn about my…skill in Ancient Greek?"

"Ah," here was where it got awkward, but Daniel handled it manfully, "Do you remember being in the Library at Merriweather Preparatory Academy recently?"

Whatever he'd been expecting, it clearly hadn't been that. "Um…yeah, my stepdad teaches there, what does that have to do with anything?"

Daniel charged on, "While you were there, did you observe a young man playing a computer game that involved Greek writing?"

"Oh gods, that ridiculous Mythomagic-based game? Yeah, I remember that kid. He was stuck on a puzzle or something, but exact instructions on how to pass it were written right along the top. I was nice and translated it for him, no big deal."

No big deal, he says. He translated something on a whim for a random kid that took Jackson—our Jackson three months to decipher. As amazed as he was by this development, the stunned look on Jackson's face was truly priceless.

"What reference material did you use?" Jackson asked, eagerly, "A lot of that terminology was extremely obscure. I mean, Greek is not my strongest language, but I haven't had that much trouble with a translation since…well, it's been a while." He finished lamely.

Mitchell let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Jackson was an experienced teammate, but he did occasionally get away with himself when talking academics, and Mitchell was certain that he'd almost let slip something about Ancient.

The Jackson couple, however, looked decidedly uncomfortable. "Um…really? It didn't seem all that obscure…" Suddenly the lights flickered as if a shadow had passed over the house, and the two tensed and exchanged a quick glance.

Before anyone from SG-1 was able to react to this, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties barreled into the room. "Percy! Annabeth! You're not going to believe—um…Hello? You have guests…"

"Yes we do, Nico." Said Annabeth, "If you'd been down earlier, you would've noticed them. So nice of you to join us this morning."

The young man, identified as "Nico" blinked for a moment and said, "Ah, yes. Sorry. You know how it is when I get absorbed in what I'm doing…"

Wow, thought Mitchell, is he a bad liar. The kid had clearly been caught off-guard and was scrambling. His shaggy black hair hung over his black eyes. He wore black combat boots, black jeans, a black Grateful Dead T-shirt, and a black leather aviator's jacket. In fact, the only thing on him that wasn't black was a silver ring in the shape of a skull. If he'd had black nail polish and makeup, Mitchell would've thought he was a Goth teen.

"Nico, these are—" Percy paused and Annabeth took over, "Doctor Daniel Jackson, Lieutenants Colonel Cameron Mitchell and Samantha Carter and…Murray." Both the young men's eyebrows quirked at Daniel's last name and they exchanged an amused glance at Teal'c's nom de guerre, but showed little other reaction.

"Thanks, hon," Percy said to his wife before turning to SG-1 and continuing, "This is my cousin Nico DiAngelo. He's just visiting for a short amount of time."

SG-1 was caught a bit off-guard by the introduction, reactions ranging from dropped jaws (Mitchell and Daniel) to mildly surprised looks (Teal'c). Teal'c was the first to recover, of course. "Did you say Nico DiAngelo?"

"Um…yes," the young man said, understandably wary after four strangers had reacted to his name such. "Why does that matter?"

"Well," said Sam, "as we were starting to explain to Doc—Percy, here. We work for a special division of the Air Force which has to do, at least in part, with Ancient artifacts. As such, some of our researchers decided to outsource their translations in a game—"

"It's that Mythomagic computer game that you're addicted to, Nico." Percy said, helpfully.

"I am NOT addicted! That game is mediocre at best. Real Mythomagic is much better." Nico said defensively.

"Oh really, then how come I've seen you and Felix playing it the last three times I've visited Brooklyn House?" Percy shot back.

"If you must know, it's because Felix is still crap at normal Mythomagic, and it's the best way to get newbies involved."

"ANYWAY," Sam put in before the argument could get out of hand. "One of the things we put in there involved a very complicated puzzle where complete instructions were written in an obscure dialect of Ancient Greek on how to solve it. The first two people to solve the puzzle were you and a young man that D-Percy, here, helped to translate. This brought you to our attention because it took our best linguists three months to translate that passage, and it apparently took each of you less than a minute. Furthermore, you, Mr. DiAngelo, did something similar with some Egyptian at a later stage in the game."

"Uh-huh…" responded Nico eloquently, "Um…no offense, but how did you get my name—wait I did register for my account with my real name. Merda."

Jackson then launched into what Mitchell vaguely recognized as the Egyptian dialect of Goa'uld. The boy blinked in surprise before answering, which he apparently did well enough to open Daniel's linguistic floodgates. The rapid-fire Egyptian went on for a few minutes before Percy got impatient. "Ok guys, could we go back to a language we all speak, now?"

"Hmm…yeah, sure Perce." The young man replied, eyeing Jackson with wary curiosity.

"Your Egyptian is extremely good. Where did you earn your degree?" asked Jackson, curiously.

The boy looked embarrassed, "Um…I never really went to a normal school...not past sixth grade, at least. I guess you could say that I'm a combination of self-taught and homeschooled."

Jackson was even more stunned than he'd been earlier. "You're self-taught!?"

"Well, not the Egyptian part, technically, but a lot of other things."

"Ok…that makes me feel a little bit better. Who taught you?"

"Well…when you've lived in the Kane household for a decade and a half, you're bound to pick it up eventually."

"Kane, as in Julius Kane?" Said Jackson, "Didn't he die about fifteen years ago?"

"Sixteen, to be exact, but that's the one. I live with his kids, Carter and Sadie Kane…although Sadie won't be a Kane for much longer." He said with a sly look towards the seated couple.

Annabeth caught on first, "You didn't!"

"I did." The boy looked like the cat that had caught the mother of all canaries.

"Congrats, dude! It's about damn time." Percy punched his cousin's shoulder affectionately while Annabeth gave him a hug.

Mitchell and the rest of SG-1 felt decidedly awkward sitting in on this obviously-personal moment.

"Might I assume that this means you would not be interested in accompanying us at this time, Nico DiAngelo?" Trust Teal'c to get to the business at hand, although even he was left reeling at the mood whiplash his query brought about.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said anything about us 'accompanying' you anywhere?" demanded Percy.

"We're certainly not going anywhere blindly!" affirmed Annabeth.

It was Nico, however, who had the most violent reaction. "Vaffanculo! I've seen this movie. There is no way in any hell you can imagine I'm going to go all Last Starfighter; the last thing I need in my life is more complications." He said while backing away, warding off the four seated on the couch with his hands. "I'm just going to go back up…to my room and get the cazzo out of here." The young man bolted out of the room a few seconds later, the strange shadow effect that had heralded his arrival recurring shortly afterwards.

Well…that was unexpected.

A/N: Enter Nico! I think you guys can kind of see a bit of where this is going. I'm not expecting to have another update for you for at least a week, fyi. It kinda depends on which story I actually have inspiration for at the time, but I'll do my best.

I have had a request for prerequisite Kane Chronicles information needed, so here it is:

Egyptian gods don't work like Greek gods. They don't have demigod children, instead they work through magicians they have an affinity to. Sometimes they take on human hosts, which is not always a mutually beneficial arrangement. Usually either the god takes over the human completely, or the human becomes completely corrupted by the god's presence and doesn't last long. Very rarely, a god and their human host come to a completely symbiotic relationship with a true give-and-take. This situation is ideal for both parties. Both Carter and Sadie reached this with the two gods they were hosting, Horus and Isis, respectively. They, however, chose to give up the power offered by hosting the gods in favor of living their own lives and preserving peace. They still maintain a connection and a good relationship with those gods, but are not bound to them anymore.

Death God Alliance Prerequisite knowledge:

In Death God Alliance, Nico became the accidental host of Anubis. Before you SG fans balk, Anubis is a good guy in Kane Chronicles. Due to an accident with Egyptian magic, Anubis and Nico found their souls fused, so they can't break the hosting even though they want to. The author of Death God Alliance has not revealed how or if she intends to break the two apart, but I decided I like them together and so they are still together in this fic. Why yes, I want to see the SGC's reaction to the phrase, "I'm hosting Anubis." *cackle*

Review Response Time!

Wewt, I actually got 3 reviews already =D. Definitely not complaining.

kyuuo: What do you mean about this SG1-Saga? I'm not actually basing this on any specific SG-1 episode. I just had a scene in my mind for a long time that I wanted to do, and I hate not giving background information as to how the characters got in that situation. To my knowledge, the SGC has never encountered the Goa'uld I'm intending to use. I hope my prerequisite knowledge issue was addressed above.

Major Simi: I actually decided to not include Valla in this fic...as far as I'm concerned, she's still over in Ori-land right now. It's not that I don't like her, she just doesn't fit into my idea on the story.

Uncreativenamethinker: that name...seriously . You'd like Leonard of Quirm from the Terry Prachett Discworld books. Anyway, glad you like it so far. Hope you like the big climax I'm planning for, too.

Anyway...that was a lot of exposition via author's notes...so...

Tzapporah signing off!