Chapter 9

… Explain It To Me Slow …

Daniel rolled his eyes as he pulled out his cell phone. "Not unless you want that kind of knowledge. I'm offering you protection from the NID and any other organization that would seek to do you harm just to get to the SGC, Hammond, Sam, you and me. With a new identity that is off the radar, you won't be found easily."

"What would you do if I were a REAL student?" Jack asked in curiosity.

Daniel took a deep breath before he began, "If you were a real student… You'd have intense martial arts and swordsmanship training. The military has nothing on an Immortal's idea of PT. I'd probably leave the SGC and take on a new identity myself. Then, we'd leave the area, probably even the country. I'd also have you visit with a few trusted Immortal friends who would also give you training in their own styles of combat and other skills that I think would benefit you. And, if you wanted life skills and academic knowledge, I'd provide that too. All of your needs would be taken care of: clothes, housing, whatever you would need until you were able to survive on your own." He held up a staying hand as he dialed a number from memory.

"Hello?"

"Hi there," Daniel said in reply.

The other end of the line was silent.

"Hello?" Daniel impatiently asked into the pregnant silence.

"Are you really him?" the voice sounded bittersweet.

"Of course I'm me, would you like me to prove it?"

"Please…"

"You were one of my mentors, Aggie, what do I not know about you that pretty much everyone knows."

"Yes, something that no one knows."

Daniel sighed in exasperation as he rolled his eyes, "History claims you as a slaver and a rapist. But the truth is you're neither. The one young woman you captured was enamored with you and wanted your affections. You captured her in order to woo her away from her dashing debonair suitor. Agamemnon the romantic…"

"Fair enough," the voice said, "only a select few know the truth about those days."

"Yeah," Daniel said reflectively, "those days."

"So, what the heck have you been up to, old son?" Aggie asked, "It seems like you fell off the face of the earth."

"Heh," Daniel laughed and stuck to the story he had told Clayton. "Actually, I've been out of the world a while…"

Jack turned to Daniel in distress.

Daniel continued not even noticing, "After the incident in Paris I went to Holy Ground and stayed there a while."

"A while," Aggie exclaimed, "Seventeen years? Okay… for us, it can be a while. But what's got you in touch with the world again, Bud?"

"I have a new student," Daniel said cryptically, "I need to set him up with papers."

"Have you talked to Bernie?"

"I didn't want to go through the usual channels. Thought you might be able to suggest someone who could take care of it with discretion. I want to keep his name out of the Watchers database."

"I might know a guy," Aggie said thoughtfully.

"Really?" Daniel said as he looked over at Jack.

Jack was frowning at the other man. 'What the hell are you up to?' Jack seemed to be asking him with his glare.

"Yeah, you know him too," Aggie smirked.

"I do?"

"Does the name Geoffrey Bisol ring a bell?"

"Man," Daniel sounded surprised, "This is my week to get in touch with people I haven't seen in forever. What's Geof doing with himself these days?"

"Annoying people mostly," Aggie smiled.

"Like that isn't new," Daniel said with a huff of laughter.

"Anyway, here… let me give you his number," Aggie said as he rattled off a number off the top of his head. "Give him a call… he'll get you the paperwork."

"Thanks, man," Daniel said, "I owe you."

"Nah," Aggie said, "We're even. Favors are for really big stuff. Go with God, Rossal."

"Go with God, de St. Agnan."

As soon as Daniel hung up his cell and turned back to Jack. "Any more questions?" he asked the de-aged Colonel.

"Beer?" Jack asked hopefully.

"You're not a child," Daniel told him with a frown. "I'm not gonna treat you like one. That being said: I would hope that you would make a responsible judgment call. My suggestion would be one beer every three months."

Jack shrugged. "What about if I wanted to stay here in Colorado? Don't you think you should keep your job?" Jack asked as he looked over at Daniel.

"You'll be more vulnerable because, as you know, I'm away often. You know they're going to want to restrict your access to the Base. But, I could contact one of my friends to move here and help out. And, eventually I will have to leave the SGC before suspicions are raised, unless I want the US government to learn about the existence of Immortals."

"I can take care of myself, Daniel," Jack said with a frown. He sounded like a belligerent teenager.

Daniel smiled, "I heard about that SF outside the 302 class."

"I coulda had him," Jack groused.

"Not with that body," Daniel responded as he looked over the scrawny young body with a critical eye, "not yet anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked as he looked over at Daniel again.

"It means, I was thinking of a modified version of the training," Daniel replied with a slight smirk.

At that moment, Daniel's cell phone chirped. Looking at the ID, he noticed that it was the SGC calling.