author's (poster's) note: well, here's the next chapter. and before you ask, no i did not write this, my sister did. for some reason she just keeps going on this story. anyway, i hope you like it!

disclaimer: my sister and i do not own any part of Stargate SG-1 or Camp Rock.

Chapter 6

Sam walked into the cabin she shared with the guys or rather boys and collapsed on the nearest bed, a silly smile gracing her lips. She didn't notice right away that she was the only one in the cabin until the boys walked in.

"Um, Sam, you do know that's my bed, right," Daniel asked noticing their blonde team member.

"Oh, yeah of course, sorry," she replied making no move to get up but continued to smile up at the ceiling, "So how were your last classes?"

"Class was interesting," Teal'c replied.

"What I want to know, is how did I get stuck having Daniel in every class I have," Jack complained.

"Like it's really that bad, Jack," Daniel reasoned.

"Well, I've figured out it's a very good thing you didn't go into music."

"I'm not that bad at everything," Daniel defended.

Jack just looked at him like he was crazy.

"What! Okay, so I can't dance, or play guitar, but my singing was not that bad."

"Not that bad," Jack looked shocked, "I was bad. If I remember correctly, Brown compared your singing to a dying walrus. So don't give me not that bad, Spacemonkey."

Teal'c raised an eyebrow in Daniel's direction, "A dying walrus?"

Sam remained in the same position on her back, but tried not to laugh at Daniel's expense.

"Hey, at least I can read music," Daniel defended.

"That's because it's like a language," Sam's voice came from the bed.

"Yeah, you might be a genius, but not of the musical variety," Jack added.

"Whatever. So how was your singing class Sam. The one you've been going on about all day," Daniel asked changing the subject.

"It was good," Sam said as her smile grew, "It was great, wonderful, amazing, awesome…"

"Okay we get it, your class was good," Jack interrupted.

"He said I was amazing," Sam said finally sitting up.

"Really," Daniel asked.

"Apparently, I'm a very good singer. So good in fact that Nate is going to talk to Brown about giving me one on one lessons so I can get better," she explained happily as she pulled her legs under her to sit cross legged.

"Congratulations," Teal'c offered.

"Thanks, Teal'c," Sam said smiling at him, "Besides, how cool is it that a member of a top band thinks I sing good enough to get extra lessons."

"That really is great Sam," Daniel said sitting next to her on the bed.

"I know, and the best part would be that I would get to spend more time with Nate."

"Oh for cryin' out loud, why me," Jack said, "I'm going for a walk."

Jack left the other three in the cabin talking about Sam's amazing voice. He really just needed to get some air. He couldn't wait for this mission to be over, so he could go back to adult life. For the life of him, Jack couldn't figure out why a Snake would want to be stuck in some kid's body trying to make it as a big star. How messed up of a way is that to try and take over the earth. Well, he figured that the bad guys must be getting stupider and stupider.

Under any other circumstances, Jack would of liked being at this camp, not for the pop star lessons, but because he loved the outdoors and it was nice out here. And quiet, at least it was.

"Hey man," Shane said walking up to him from somewhere, "Your friend make arrangements for his dancing lessons?"

"Beats me. Daniel's a big boy, he can take care of himself," Jack replied, wishing the younger boy would go away.

"So, enjoying being at Camp Rock?"

"Nope."

Shane looked confused now.

"What," Jack asked looking back at him.

"You don't want to be here," Shane asked.

"Not really."

"Why?"

Jack thought for a minute, man this boy is way to nosey for his own good, "Let's just say that my 'Dad' made me come."

"Really, sorry man. I know how you feel. I didn't want to be here last year, but my band mates made me come hoping to straighten out my attitude."

"How'd that work out for you," Jack asked not really caring, but it was obvious the dark haired singer wasn't going to go away.

"Not good at the beginning, but then I met Mitchie and after some problems, well, let's just say she really helped me out," Shane explained.

"Then why are you two not together anymore?"

"I slipped up and started acting like my jerk self again and she wasn't going to take it, so she broke up with me," he answered looking dejected.

Jack sighed, he couldn't believe he was about to help this kid, when the idiot was the one that made the stupid mistake, "Look, I'll give you some advice."

"What," Shane looked at Jack with a confused look in his eyes.

"About you and Mitchie," Jack explained, and then saw the hopeful look in his eyes, "Go to her and tell her how sorry you are, beg for forgiveness, and ask if you can earn her trust again. Don't try to play it cool, just be honest and be yourself. Your real self. Got it?"

"Are you sure," Shane looked skeptical.

"Yes, trust me on this one, I know," Jack told him.

"Okay. Thanks. I'm going to go see if I can find her," Shane said and then turned and left.

Finally, Jack could go back to his peaceful walk. He couldn't believe he just helped play matchmaker. Oh well, he did hope things worked out for the kid. Jack knows how it feels to want to be with someone, but not be able to.