"Are you sure that is correct O'Neill?"
"Come on now buddy, would I lie to you?" A pause hung heavy in the air as Jonas attempted to place the voices. "Now don't give me the eyebrow. Just look at the DNA thingy if you don't believe me."
Jack O'Neill and Teal'c, he was back on earth. For a moment the elation filled him until the rest of the information fell into place. Arguing with Captain Red, his head hitting the panel, then Doctor Jackson running over to him as an intense head covered his limbs.
It took a minute to find the exit to the mound of blanket he seemed to have cocooned himself in. Finally the cooler antiseptic tinged air of the medical bay reached his lungs. With a tight feeling in his chest he took a moment to look down at his arms. Yup, he was still tiny.
"Jonas Quinn. You are much changed." Teal'c was suddenly next to his bed, looming over him. Had he always been this massive? "I find it hard to believe events could have taken such a turn."
"Yeah", he attempted a smile. "Me too."
"Me three", O'Neill said. "But Fraiser said she was sure their DNA matched, and Ferretti seems pretty sure it wasn't a cloning thing this time."
Teal'c gave a solumn nod. "Doctor Fraiser is usually correct in such matters."
"So you believe Fraiser, but you don't believe me?"
Teal'c did not justify that comment with anything other than a blank stare.
Blinking Jonas approached the edge of the bed, swallowing nervously at the long drop below. This world was beginning to be a lot more difficult to navigate when you were only two and a half feet tall. It was no wonder why babies seemed so helpless.
Moving his legs to swing over the edge, he looked up hopefully at the two adults in the room. "Um. Sir? I need to go to the bathroom."
O'Neil broke off his staring contest with Teal'c to rummage in a bag at the end of Daniel's empty bed. "Great. You can put these on at the same time."
Jonas caught the clothing with his arms, his hands no longer being as much use. Neither man made a move to help him to the ground. "Um".
"He needs someone to help him down", came a calm voice from the other side of the ward. Daniel walked toward them, still five, and still looking strangely calm about the situation. He was wearing a piece of clothing that Jonas recognised from one of Sam's childhood photographs – dungerees, they were blue and there was something on the front pocket.
As soon as Teal'c lowered him to the ground he tossed him a grateful 'thank you' then went to take a closer look. His progress was halted as one step toward Daniel his body seemed to realise that, yes, he had brand new legs and they weren't as easy to navigate as his last pair.
"Jonas are you OK?" Daniel was kneeling by his side, which was useful as it provided him a good view of what was printed on the front of his dungarees. His mind flipped back through the books he had read on earth, finding a match.
"Kid?" O'Neill's hand was on his back, and his voice sounded concerned.
"Oh", he realised he hadn't answered Daniel's question. "Yeah. I'm fine. Its less of a fall to the ground than when I was normal so that's one good thing. I think I still need to get used to my legs though."
"Yeah", Daniel said while he and the colonel helped him to his feet. "It felt really weird at first, but I think I've mostly got it. It just takes some practice."
Jonas took half a step toward the taller boy, with O'Neill's hand still firm against his back. Curious, he placed a palm to the picture on the front of Daniel's clothing. It was rough under his skin. "Why do you have a monkey on your clothes?"
Daniel's lips set into a thin line, staring at the man behind him. "Ask Jack. Its his odd sense of humor – kind of an in joke. You've got one too."
Jonas was so excited that he almost fell down again. His pair were green and on the front was a bright yellow puppy with its tongue sticking out. It matched with a bright yellow t-shirt.
It hit him that O'Neill had gone out and got these for him. Suddenly he felt very shy. "Thank you sir."
The man shrugged. "It suits you. Now go use the bathroom and we'll have just enough time to grab some food before debriefing."
The disabled toilets, a step stool, and an unfortunate incident involving losing half a tube of toothpaste down the sink later, and they were on the way to the canteen. By Jonas's calculation they were more than halfway there, but the distance had never seemed so far before.
"Jonas", Daniel said, still gripping one of the dungarees straps to help keep him upright. "No one is going to think less of you if you let someone carry you."
"No", Jonas shook his over large head – which he had discovered was not a good thing to do when you were top heavy. "Janet said I needed practice walking, and I can make it."
"Told you we should have grabbed that wheelchair", O'Neill said, scuffing his feet as he walked an unnaturally slow place for him. "Or maybe a buggy or something."
"I do not believe that the infirmary contains 'buggys' O'Neill."
"Whatever", then O'Neill turned to him, glaring down at him in a manner that caused his uncooperative legs to immediately trip over themselves. "Come on Jonas. See sense. We look like a couple of child abusers, not helping out while you fall on your face."
Actually it had been a while since he had fallen on his face. Mostly he tended to fall as he had just now, onto his hands and knees. He realised guiltily that he was holding them up. They would have been in the cafeteria by now if they hadn't been waiting for him.
"You guys can go ahead", he tried to give them a reassuring smile from his spot on the floor. "I can walk the rest of the way by myself."
"Oh, for the love of", O'Neill pulled a hand down his face before waving to Teal'c. "Come on, just grab him."
Then suddenly his hands and feet were no longer on the floor. They were dangling in the air beneath him. There was pressure on his chest as the dungarees were used to hoist him up. Then briskly they were moving again, and he was watching the floor move beneath him at a pace he could not hope of even when he was his normally sized self.
"Teal'c, I didn't mean like that", O'Neill said from somewhere to his left. "Doesn't anyone know how to hold kids around here? You have a kid. Is that how you hold him?"
"Yes. When he was younger and the clothing allowed it." The voice rumbled through him from the large hand holding him above the ground.
"Oh, right. OK then."
Jonas felt disappointed that he hadn't managed to make it. Daniel was managing fine, trotting along even at this increased pace. A thought struck him that if there were a chance of him coming back to earth for a while, he wasn't painting a positive picture of his abilities to the colonel.
Thankfully being swung by the arm of a giant was a good distraction to these thoughts. The air in the base seemed to rush over him as they carried on down the corridor, past all the people who clucked disapproving noises at them. It was like being that superman character from the comics Teal'c had shown him. He had been an alien too on a strange planet, and he had helped people.
"You're smiling", O'Neill remarked as they entered the cafeteria, making their way around people to the serving area. The man's expression turned into a knowing smile. "First time getting lugged around by Teal'c?"
"Yeah", Jonas admitted with a grin as Teal'c lifted him up so that he could see the food. There were so many different kinds.
"Yeah", O'Neill grabbed some trays, placing them on the serving rack in front of them. "I remember that feeling."
Teal'c deposited Jonas on one of the trays in front of the colonel, then grabbing a tray for himself went to fill it up. Glancing down, from his new vantage point he saw that Daniel was still there, waiting his turn patiently by his own tray, even though only the tips of his fingers were able to meet the serving rack.
"So kids", Jack said, causing Daniel to glare up at him at the term. "What are we having?"
Variety was not a trait of Kelowan foods. The vast majority of what everyone ate came from a single nutrient dense plant that was grown by its millions of tons across the planet. Coming here had been like being a kid tossed into a giant sweet store when he had survived on nothing but humbugs his life.
"Could I have some oatmeal?" He asked politely.
Jack looked down at him, face suddenly turned serious. Jonas wondered if he was thinking back to when he had first arrived from Kelowan as a refugee. Twisting his fingers together on his lap, he wondered how much the colonel had been aware of his issues around food at the time.
"All this food and you ask for oatmeal?" Jack leaned forward, blocking out the rest of the cafeteria. "Are you sure Jonas?"
"Yeah", he fiddled uncomfortably with the straps on his dungarees.
It wasn't that he didn't want want foods (he wanted to try everything again – just as he had done the time this was his home), but his last care package from earth had been a month ago. Since that time he had survived on Kelowan rations. They consisted of one meal a day of what looked and tasted like a white flat disc of styrofoam. Like most things on their planet it was made for functionality, not taste.
It also meant that his stomach and taste buds were more used to bland foods. He still remembered his first night at stargate command, taken aback by all the foods he had just chosen a small meal of what everyone else seemed to be having. After a lifetime of bland his stomach had spent the entire night making sure he had thrown up every last trace of the rich meal.
After that experience he had found the only thing on the menu that most resembled his ration, plain oatmeal. For a few days he had eaten nothing but a small bowl of oatmeal at lunch, but it didn't seem to provide enough energy to get through the whole day, and Sam and Teal'c found it odd that he would only eat one meal a day. He found it just as odd that they ate three meals and occasionally snacks as well.
So the one bowl of oatmeal turned to two small bowls, one for breakfast and one for dinner. Now that he ate with them for more meals, O'Neill was occasionally there to make comments about his eating habits. It had only taken five days after arriving there before word about his eating habits reached Doctor Fraiser. She had taken him aside, and told him that he needed a variety of foods to keep him going.
The next couple of months had been consumed by her introducing him to different tastes. She taught him how to peel fruits, to not eat the skin of bananas or bones in meat. Eventually his stomach adapted to the richness of these new foods and his taste buds looked forward to the new found variety of flavors.
For now, he would have to take it slow. "And a banana?" He asked hopefully.
"Sure buddy", he lifted the tray with Jonas still on it, and carried them to the breakfast station where he set them down.
Jonas tried to offer to mix his own oatmeal, but Jack swatted him away, making a comment about his dysfunctional motor skills. He did however, leave Jonas to watch it microwaving while he went to get his and Daniel's lunch. At least he trusted him that much.
"Hi there. What's your name?" Jonas blinked, turning away from his sentry duty of the microwave. A woman had come over to the breakfast station, and was looking down at him, black hair pulled into a tight bun.
"I'm Jonas Quinn", it wasn't the first time he had introduced himself to her, but people did seem to be worse at remembering names than he was, and he was a little different this time. "Remember Kalie? We met before. You showed me that section I was looking for in the library. Its good to see you again, how's your grandma doing?"
He was eager to know, the poor old woman had been rather sick when he had talked to Kalie last, and he hadn't had a chance to ask after her since then.
"She's uh", the woman stammered. She suddenly looked a little pale. Jonas wondered whether she was feeling alright. "You're Jonas Quinn?"
"Yeah", he had just said that, hadn't he? He supposed it was a little difficult to swallow. "Are you feeling alright? Do you need to sit down?"
The woman just shook her head, before walking off to do just that. Jonas looked after her, feeling a little bad that he couldn't follow and make sure she was alright. That was a bit of an odd interaction. He would have to find out about her grandmother another time.
"Making friends?" Jack made his way over, holding out a banana.
Jonas took it, not sure how to answer that question. "I think she needed to sit down."
"Come on then. I suggest we do the same", with that the colonel lifted him to the ground.
Off balance for a moment, he braced himself against the man's leg before he realised what he was doing and backed up. "Sorry sir."
O'Neill merely shrugged down at him, tray already gathered up in his arms. "Better than you ending on your butt."
It was late for lunch so less than half of the tables were occupied. Teal'c was easy to spot, made more conspicuous by the giant pile of food in front of him. Daniel was sitting on the chair opposite him, sitting on something that brought him up to a height capable of seeing the contents of his plate.
The seat next to Teal'c was piled with a stack of books. Jonas was about to ask what they were for before he was lifted again and placed on top of him. He was just getting his bearings when the tray of oatmeal and a banana was placed in front of him.
Jack settled in the seat opposite him, before placing a small cardboard carton in front of each of them. Daniel stared at his with barely disguised disappointment.
"Jack. I told you I wanted coffee," he said, looking up at the man next to him.
"And I told you, I'm not giving a five year old coffee." The greying man said firmly before pulling a straw off the side of the carton and placing the drink in front of him. "Now drink your milk so you grow big and strong."
Daniel muttered a little under his breath before turning back to his food. It was amazing how easily he was taking all of this. He was acting like all of this was just some annoying inconvenience that had to be dealt with. They had lost most of themselves (where had all that lost mass gone anyway?) within a matter of hours and he was acting like this was just an unfortunately bad day at work.
"Doctor Jackson?" He asked timidly. The five year old looked up, seeming amendable enough to questions. "How come you're so calm about all of this?"
The boy gave a one shouldered shrug, before picking at his food. "You get used to weird things happening. You must have had some odd things happen to you while you worked here."
"Well, yes, but-" Jonas wasn't quite sure how to display the enormity of the situation they were in, so he settled for spreading his arms as wide as they would go, which wasn't very wide in this form. "We've been turned into children. How is that even possible?"
"Died a few times, had a robot copy made of me, driven insane, shared my mind, mind controlled, parallel dimensions, and there were several unfortunate circumstances involving viruses of extraterrestrial origin." Daniel accented his words by waving his fork. "Like I said, you get used to it."
Jack took that moment to clap his hands together loudly, drawing their attentions to him. "OK kiddies. Less yapping, more eating. We have a debriefing to get to."
Jonas obediently began to tuck away at his oatmeal, being very careful not to spill any on the clothes O'Neill had got him. He was only distracted from his task of eating long enough to grin from ear to ear when he realised the colonel had gotten him banana flavored milk.
With the kids freshly napped and fed, Jack didn't give Jonas any time to argue before scooping him up and leading their way to the briefing room. As much as he admired his determination, a two year old who had overexerted himself after a big meal was not on his list of things he wanted to deal with. He had to be him because aadly he seemed to be the only person on this base who knew how to hold a kid.
For his part Jonas took it well, apart from flushing bright red whenever anyone he knew passed them, which seemed to be everyone. How a guy who had not even been on this base in months knew so many people was beyond him.
Jack attempted to make it as painless as possible, by walking briskly and not saying a word to those he passed, even those that clearly wanted to talk to him. They would just have to assume that he was late for a meeting, which he wasn't, he would be right on time.
Nearer to the briefing room, the familiar sound of another set of footsteps joined their group.
"Ferretti", he acknowledged, giving him a curt nod.
"O'Neill", Ferretti said with a small smile. "Jonas".
Jack looked behind him, seeing that Daniel had gotten slowed down by the small set of stairs that led up to the briefing room. Teal'c was beside him, hovering over the small figure like a mother bear hovering over a cub.
"Ferretti, I'm really sorry about before", Jonas said, and it was really odd seeing a two year old make such a sincere apology. It was one of those times where the descriptions of 'Jonas' and 'toddler' seemed to clash into some weird result.
"I think given the circumstances I can forgive you", Ferretti said with a smirk as he held open the briefing room door for them.
Jack stepped inside, depositing Jonas onto one of the chairs (one of the ones that actually spun around – let the kid have a little fun). Jonas being Jonas, he was still babbling.
"I just. After Captain Red grabbed me and said he was going to bring me back to Kelowan, I guess I kind of lost it and assumed it was him. I'm really sorry and I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Jonas", Ferretti knelt down in front of the boy which finally got him to stop speaking. Maybe Ferretti wasn't as bad with kids as Jack had assumed. "For one thing, no offence but I don't think you'll be hurting anyone for a while. For another, if you thought I was that bastard then I doubly forgive you. That guy really needs a good walloping."
Jonas seemed to process this, then finally he gave a small smile. Sometimes it was really difficult to find the man that he had once disliked in that kid's happy smile.
Daniel raced past them, clambering onto a chair next to Jonas. That was something new. He didn't think Daniel had been this active before.
Jonas was different too. Whilst he wasn't running places like Daniel was, he fidgeted with his hands almost constantly. It could be that he was reading into things. Jonas could just be nervous, and Daniel could just be trying to keep up with how he used to be.
Everyone else started filing in, so Jack quickly grabbed a seat next to Jonas. Teal'c chose a seat next to Daniel. Whether it was conscious or not they had placed the two compromised members of the team between them, guarding them.
General Hammond headed the table, with Doctor Fraiser by his side. SG-2 sat opposite SG-1. Thankfully no one from Langara had decided to join them for this briefing. There would be another briefing the following day that would involve the Langarans. Jack was not looking forward to it.
"So", General Hammond started off procedures. "I trust you've all been told of the reason for this briefing. I'd like to start with SG-2, Doctor Jackson, and Jonas Quinn. Perhaps you can walk us through what happened surrounding the incident."
"I'll start?" Ferretti offered. No one argued.
"It happened five day in. Me, my team and Doctor Jackson had met Jonas Quinn, Captain Red and Soldier Liven on the planet at the start of the five days. The temple was a three hour walk from the gate. According to our schedule everything was going accordingly, but Captain Red seemed to have some reservations about the pace of the mission."
"Could you specify any of the altercations that led you to this belief?" General Hammond prompted.
Ferretti nodded. "There were several. As the days went on he seemed to get more insistant. I overheard him several times telling Jonas Quinn and Doctor Jackson to hurry up. He also came to me and asked if there was anything I could do to make them work at a faster pace."
"Can you confirm this?" General Hammond asked the two children. They both nodded, Jonas looking nervous, and Daniel looking angry.
"Is there anything else you would like to say about Captain Red's state of mind?" General Hammond asked, turning back to SG-2.
Sergeant Bell spoke up. "I got the impression that he didn't like Jonas much. I overheard him speaking to him in some pretty harsh tones, and calling him what might have been insults."
General Hammond turned to Jonas who appeared to be trying to disappear in his chair. Being shrunk to the size of a toddler had not improved his nervousness tendencies. "Mr Quinn. Could you tell us if Captain Red insulted you?"
Jack looked down at the boy, very curious as to what his answer would be. The toddler twisted his hands together before looking up at the general.
"He called me 'halfblood' sir," it was said quietly with an edge of caution like he was afraid of someone telling him off for saying the word.
"And what does that mean Mr Quinn?" The general's tone had changed to the one that Jack had seen him use on his grand daughters.
"It means your parents are of different nations", Jonas said with his face a peculiar shade of red. "My mother was a Kelowan, and my father was a Terranian. The relationships between the nations have never been good, so people who are of mixed parentage are generally looked down on."
"Thank you Mr Quinn", General Hammond said with a smile. "Now, I've heard from the boys what happened before the incident. I wondered if SG2 could tell me what happened afterwards."
Ferretti nodded. "I was the first in the temple after I heard Daniel yell. I saw Captain Red run past me, and saw Jonas on the floor bleeding from his head. Daniel was kneeling next to him trying to get him up. There was a humming sound, and by the time I reached them they were unconscious. They seemed to be covered by something semi invisible like a force field. Within seconds it seemed to solidify and we couldn't see them. It was warm to the touch and kind of reminded me of a cocoon. We couldn't get through it so I sent Bell back to the gate. Within two hours it had started to become brittle so we were able to get through it. That took us maybe thirty minutes, but all we found were these two."
"And what made you so sure that they were Jonas Quinn and Doctor Jackson?"
"They were wearing their clothes, though they were too big for them now", Ferretti said. "They also started waking up soon after we broke through the shell. They were communicating like Doctor Jackson and Jonas Quinn. They seemed as confused as the rest of us when they realised what had happened."
"And what happened after that?" General Hammond said.
"We decided to get them back to the infirmary", Ferretti said. "Doctor Jackson tried to reassure Jonas that he could come back with them while they fixed the situation. Captain Red didn't seem to like that idea. They argued for a while, then I compromised that we should walk back to the gate and decide. Soldier Liven carried Jonas, and I carried Daniel when it was apparent they were having difficulty. Captain Red voiced distress that the mission had to be forced to an end prematurely. Daniel might have suggested that it was his fault, and I might have agreed with him."
General Hammond rubbed a hand over his brow. "Just put it in your report. Continue."
"Roughly thirty minutes from the gate Captain Red attempted to insist that Jonas would go with him to Kelowan, not earth. Jonas and Daniel argued against this. Daniel said that Jonas's best chance to be turned back was on earth. Captain Red then said something about us being ignorant, and then said that if they couldn't turn back Jonas he should be sent to the camps for disobedience. Jonas seemed to take some offence to this, and Captain Red grabbed him and told Soldier Liven to dial the gate. We secured the dialing mechanism and dialed earth. I felt Captain Red was a danger to Jonas so I removed Jonas and walked him through the gate myself."
Jonas had turned several shades from red, to white to green in the short space of a minute. Jack thought back to the wailing toddler he had first seen come through that gate. It made more sense now, and he had never wanted to punch Captain Red as he did now. Being cruel to Jonas when he was normal was one unforgivable act, but to threaten him when he was helpless as well, it was too much.
"Mr Quinn", General Hammond spoke, his voice practically seeping calm. "What do the camps refer to?"
Jack saw the look that came over the little boy's face and wished that the General would take back the question.
"They are. They...most of them are outdated now," Jonas's eyes skirted nervously around the room before he continued. "Most of the nations had them at one point. They were camps made to increase functionality. Those that were not seen as accomplishing their role in society were sent there. Most of them were of mixed birth or foreign. They were a little like your workhouses, or like the camps set up in world war two, but less people were killed there. Sometimes they were killed, but they weren't gassed. Their role was control, not inilation. I guess they have kind of become a story to scare children with, like if you don't behave you'll be sent to the camps."
This was too much nervous even for Jonas. For a moment Jack wondered what he was hiding, then he figured that whatever it was wasn't his business. The camps seemed to be a bad memory for him. Given how he had described them that seemed natural enough. They certainly didn't sound like happy, happy, joy places.
"Thank you Mr Quinn", the General seemed to understand that the matter was best dropped.
Shuffling his paperwork, he turned to the woman sitting at his left.
"Doctor Fraiser, if you would."
The woman nodded before facing the group. "The first thing to note is that there is no doubt that their DNA is a match to the samples I have on file. As much as we are able to determine, their brain waves also appear to match those on file. Both are completely healthy, and that is the oddest thing about this case."
Now he was confused. "Isn't that supposed to be a good thing?"
"I'm getting to that Jack", she replied dryly. "The problem about them being healthy is that both of them when they were normal were never this healthy. Doctor Jackson has no sign of any allergies, he now has perfect vision, there is no indication of any of the many scars past injuries had left on him. Even his appendix has somehow grown back completely. Jonas told me that he had always been a sickly child but he shows no signs of that. All of his past injuries, including the scaring left from the brain surgery are completely gone."
General Hammond frowned. "Wouldn't that indicate that these are not the original Doctor Jackson and Jonas Quinn?"
"I'm as confused as you General", she confessed. "All indications point to this being Daniel and Jonas. Its almost like they were taken apart and put back together with brand new cells, while still retaining who they are. Their memories seem to be intact. There have been suspicions of out of the norm behaviours, but nothing that could not be explained by being overworked and overtired. My recommendation is to keep an eye on them in case they acquire new symptoms and hope that Sam is having better luck than me."
"We can hope", the General said with a grim smile. "The briefing is ended. I expect all of you present tomorrow at fourteen hundred hours for the briefing with the Langarans."
Everyone began to file out. Jonas was staring down at his feet, and Daniel was leaning back in his chair staring into space. He wondered what they were thinking.
"So kiddies", he said, smiling as Daniel flashed him a sour look. "What fun things are we planning for the afternoon?"
Daniel's look turned a little less sour and a little more pitying. "You don't have to babysit us Jack."
"Course I do. Doctor's orders remember. Supervision. That means you need to be supervised, in case you, I don't know, try to take over the world or something." He got up out of the chair, stretching his back. Funny how an hour sitting down could make him feel more sore than a couple on the battle field.
"I don't think that's the reason for the supervision Jack", Daniel rolled his eyes. Jack wondered not for the first time that day whether they had got it wrong and Daniel had been sent back a teenager instead of a five year old. Then again, he always had been a little moody, particularly when things weren't going his way. And lately things were definitely not going his way.
"I thought an excursion to the training area could be of amusement", Teal'c said.
A smile slid onto his face. "Want to check up on the recruits? That sounds better than whatever I had planned. What do you say boys?"
"Sure", Jonas said, grinning and nodding his toddler sized head – and if he thought that his smiles could really beam before he was wrong. "That sounds like fun."
Daniel followed with a less unenthusiastic, but still polite. "Sure Teal'c." At least Jack knew the moodiness wasn't directed at everyone, just him so far, and a little at Janet.
"OK buddy", he said, holding out his arms to Jonas (and who knew he would ever have to do that?) "Its a long way to the gym."
Jonas practically seemed to deflate in his seat, the grin immediately falling from his face. For a moment Jack expected some protest, but then the toddler leaned forward so Jack could pick him up.
Jack rearranged him in his arms, trying to make this as least awkward as possible. Unfortunately Jonas was too little for a piggy back, so the only solution was to perch him on an arm and let him hold on by his shirt or around his neck. So far Jonas had found it more favourable to hold on by his shirt, it probuly seemed less like he was giving his former commanding officer a hug.
"It is a long way to the gym", Jack repeated, looking down at Daniel. "You might need Teal'c to give you a lift part of the way."
Daniel didn't find this very tasteful, screwing up his little face. "Maybe a piggyback? If I need one of course."
Jack headed for the doorway, leaving Teal'c to inquire what the back of a pig had to do with this situation.
He put a hand against the toddler's back to steady him as he made his way down the stairs. He could feel the kid's breathing under his palm. It was all rather peaceful and quiet – and still slightly awkward until he heard Jonas's voice, lowered against his chest.
"Maybe we should get that wheelchair?"
Jack grimaced, thinking of the perils of trying to navigate a wheelchair through these hallways. "Maybe a buggy?"
Jonas's fist tightened around his shirt as they made a corner. "What's a buggy?"
Authors note: Thanks for the reviews so far. Have had a request for a mushy moment - so considering how to do that (wonder if it will be mushy enough). I am trying to keep these guys in character - as much as you can in a weird situation like this. Hope I didn't go over the line by Jack playing taxi, but I felt he'd get rather annoyed if he didn't, and he wasn't impressed by Teal'c's parenting style. Hope that came through. The background I'm using for Jonas links somewhat to my other story about him 'buried secrets', but I don't know how deeply I'll go into this. Anyway, just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated the reviews.