Observations
By Gemsong

A/N: Dunno why this came to me, but they wanted to do this and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

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Two dark heads huddled in front of the purloined laptop. In another room the two blond heads of the adult Daniels discussed tips and pointers on how to deal with a downsized Jack O’Neill. The objects of their discussion were busy reading email and typing their responses.

“Perhaps the adult Daniels are more easily managed,” Little Jack said.

“Don be fooled,” Toddler Jack replied. “Hith ith theaky.”

Little Jack translated then considered the comment. “There are aspects that have been uncovered in my dealings with my father,” he said.

“He ith theaky,” Toddler Jack said. “Wiggler and Wetch are thuffering.”

“I doubt they are suffering that much,” Little Jack said. “Wriggler and Baby Daniel were quite pleasant when they visited.”

Toddler Jack sighed. “You thound like him,” he groused.

Little Jack shrugged. “Perhaps,” the six-year-old replied. “But if you are serious about helping the little Daniels….”

“Maybe we invite dem ober?” The two year old asked. “We coul habe a confence.”

“Conference?”

The nod was enthusiastic. “I know Jak,” the toddler said. “I know how him thicks an I coul hep dem.”

“We could get into trouble,” Little Jack said. “You are just feeling left out.”

“Nuh uh!” Toddler Jack denied.

“And you are probably upset that you don’t have a space monkey like I do,” Little Jack said.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“How do you spell trouble?” Toddler Jack’s Daniel asked his counterpart.

“J-a-c-k-s,” Little Jack’s Daniel replied rhetorically.

FINI (for now)