Two months later…

There was a bang on the door and James levered himself off the sofa and went to answer it.

"Hello." There was a boy not much different in age from him.

"Sorry, I must have the wrong place do you know where a Dr. Daniel Jackson lives." He said looking around him as though he would suddenly find himself in the wrong building.

"Yeah, he lives here." James said carefully.

"Oh so do you have forwarding address. For him."

"No I think you misunderstood. He didn't used to live here. He still does." Explained James wondering who this was. He reminded James of someone.

"Oh, who are you then?" The kid asked tipping his head to one side again.

"James, Daniel's my legal guardian. Who are you?" Starring intently at the kid.

"Umm, Jack. O'Neill."

"No." James said firmly. "I know Jack O'Neill. Your not him." James started to close the door. The boy put his foot in the door.

"You probably know my uncle. That's why I'm here. I got in trouble with my foster family and I've been trying to call him to help me out. I couldn't get through to anyone and he actually locked the door for once. So I thought I'd see if Daniel was around." He said pushing casually against the door.

"No he's at work." James tried to close the door again.

"Look, can I just stay here for a while and talk to him when he gets back?" James muttered a few choice words in Abydonian under his breath. Daniel had been teaching him. He had no idea what to do in this situation.

"What did you just say?" The not-Jack said clearly wishing he'd caught more of what he'd said.

"Sorry, I'm bilingual. Arabic." James let 'Jack' in and closed down the laptop. "You want a drink?" Said James from the kitchen, Jack was sitting on the couch. At least if the kid was inside he could keep an eye on him.

"Beer, if you have it. Though knowing Daniel there probably isn't." Then it clicked. His mannerisms exactly the same as his supposed uncles. James got out two glasses and went in to his room and fished out a couple of bottles from under the bed. He filled the glasses and added lots of ice to cool it down.

"Sorry I have yet to sneak a cooler in there." Jack looked like he was about to kiss his feet.

"Cheer, I've been needing one of these for so long. How do you buy it? You're underage." His worshipful tone dropped off into seriousness.

"You've just got to find the right place. Or you can always find out when a bars getting bottles delivered and nick a case."

"Smart." They sat a drank for a minute. "Can you get a call through to Daniel at work?" He asked suddenly.

"Some of the time, it depends what he's doing. He's in meetings a lot." He didn't know how much this guy knew so he wasn't saying anything.

Jack didn't know who this kid was and if he'd been dumped on Daniel. It was probably only a temporary thing so he didn't know much.

James wanted to get confirmation as soon as possible so he picked up the phone and rang through to the desk.

Hello, who do you wish to speak to.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could get through to Dr. Jackson."

I'm afraid he is unavailable.

"When should I phone back?"

I'm afraid I can't say.

"Could I speak to Colonel O'Neill instead then?"

He's unavailable as well.

"Thank you. You've been very helpful." James hung up and turned back to Jack "Sorry, their not available right now."

"Do you know where they will be?"

"Nope." They were both thinking the same thing, they must have be caught up in an emergency. "I need to ring a friend. Make yourself at home." James said as he headed for the balcony and closed the full-length window behind him. He held the phone in his left hand so the guy wouldn't be able to lips read but so he could still see him inside. "Hello, yeah Walter. I've got this teenager in the sitting room claiming to be Jack O'Neill and asking to stay and talk to Daniel or Colonel O'Neill." This was standard procedure as Daniel had established for anyone asking him about base, if he wasn't sure or if he couldn't speak to someone on base. Phone who ever was down as being off duty, today memory said it was Walter.

I'll be right over. James went back in to the sitting room and started on his beer.

Quarter of an hour later…

There was another knock on the door. James leapt to his feet. They had mainly sat in silence and James really wanted a bit of help on this one. He opened the door to see Walter standing on the other side dressed in a T-shirt and cream trousers. It was odd before he had only seen the guy in uniform. "Hi, Walter. Come in." Jack was also on his feet; he was surprised. Walter didn't need asking he went straight in.

"Jack what are you doing here. You had a perfectly good foster family. From what I've been told you were even doing well in class. What happened?"

"I was arrested. Some guy tried to mug me and I beat him up and took control of the gun. This police man comes round the corner and I got a night in the cells before being released on bail." The Kid complained to the annoyed sergeant.

"So!"

"Well my foster family wern't all that chuffed and I got in an argument. I tried to phone Jack." The kid stopped suddenly as it dawned on him what he'd just said. "Whoa. That's still weird." He took a moment to recover. "Any way I didn't get anything and same with Daniel so I thought I just come hang out here and have a word with them when he got back. Only I get here and find this guy," He jerked his thumb at James "Who claims he lives here and Daniel is his legal guardian."

"Oh, sorry James I forgot. Look lets all just sit down and I'll explain the situation." They all went over to the couch and sat down. James and Jack were both glancing between Walter and each other.