General Jack O'Neill walked into the door to his house and immediately knew something was off.
With stealth, he checked the living-room, readjusting the afghan Teal'c got him last Christmas-Star Wars themed-and clicked off the lamp in the corner.
Slowly he moved into the dining area, dropping his keys and brief case by the table in the corner.
Moving toward the kitchen, he grabbed for a glass out of the cabinet and continued toward the fridge and his felt on edge again- his hair standing on end. In the kitchen, the 'junk drawer' was slightly open. Grabbing a quick sip of water from the faucet and leaving the glass in the sink, he moved out of the kitchen toward the hallway.
Taking a quick peek into the office, he noted nothing out of place - for once.
Heading toward the stairs, he noticed the second thing that was amiss- the door to the basement wasn't closed all the way. It was always closed; with a toddler, it was mandatory. This led him up the stairs and to the first door on the right; to the usual culprit on forgetting to close the door.
There, fast asleep, face mashed against the bed rails, was his oldest child. Hair tousled, blankets all at the bottom of the bed, animals and books littering the bed. Along with a hammer, nails and a little bottle of super glue.
Wait - glue, nails, and hammer? Oh my!
Jack raised an eyebrow and walked into the room. Looking around the room for what the super glue was for, he noticed two strings tied to the bedpost. Walking over to the bed post, he decided to pull on one of the strings but nothing happened.
"Hmmm." He grabbed the other string and pulled it, the result was the over head lights coming on. Quickly, he pulled the other one again and the lights went off.
Smirking, he followed the string to see how she had done it; across the wall, jump to the corner, over the book shelf, split one up, one down, one foot over then meet in the middle at the light switch, which looked like it had more knotted string and glue than a light switch should ever have. He was pretty sure that her little brother would be really mad tomorrow to find that his beloved Thomas Train set was being used to guide the string across the wall.
Jack shook his head. He would definitely have to deal with this in the morning. Repositioning sleeping beauty in the center of the bed and replacing the blanket, he gave her a kiss good night and then whispered in her ear, "You are in trouble, young lady." He picked up the glue, hammer and nails as he walked out of the room.
As he walked down the hall, he checked on the other room - one innocent son asleep in his bed - before walking into the master bedroom to see his beautiful wife dead to the world.
The great Samantha Carter O'Neill, Champion of the All-Nighters, was conked out. She would never admit it, but this last pregnancy had taken its toll and she was having a hard time recuperating. Heck, if you had told him seven years ago he would have three kids, he would have laughed and called you crazy. Now after their "menopause baby," he was sure Sam was done, even if they could have more; she was DONE. Heck, she slept through their daughter creating an extend-a-light switch in her room.
Placing the contraband on his dresser, he heard their youngest make noise from the 'rock and play' contraption Sam said they had to have. Sam's hand flew gracefully to the cradle and rocked it till the little whimpers were gone.
Walking into the bathroom, he kicked off his shoes and threw them into the master closet before discarding his clothes into the dirty hamper. After quickly brushing his teeth, he made his way to his side of the bed.
"She is more like you every day." Jack said into the dark.
"What did she do this time?" A very tired Sam muffled from the bed.
"Built herself a long range light switch." Jack smirked again as he got into bed. Yep, just like her mother.