Willow, who had rapidly been reclassified as at least in the top three of Jack’s personal
Scariest People EVER list, was leading a shell-shocked young blonde man by the hand as a few
of Xander’s girls hovered around them, lending, Andrew he believed it was, emotional support
for some sort of trauma that, near as Jack could tell, revolved around Star Trek and Teal’c’s
brand. Carter was deep in discussion with Agent Finn and his counterpart, who had Finn’s
daughter Haley resting unselfconsciously against his hip as she laughed, obviously as happy
about leaving the damn hospital as Jack was. Daniel, who had finished coming up with smart
ass remarks with Xander, was rapidly drifting back to conversation with the Watcher Giles, and
Buffy’s sister Dawn.
Jack wasn’t close enough to hear everything that was being talked about so intently, but there
were a lot of mentions of demons, Goa’uld, and well, he was fairly certain that they were
speaking in some ancient form of Sumerian. Really, if the government knew what was good for
it, it’d just dispense Daniel on every diplomatic and interrogation mission on planet and off.
That puppy like earnestness was better than any truth formula or show of force.
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