SG slash. J/D
Rating: NC:17 though not in this part
From part 4
A small boy stood in the doorway, his blond, wavy hair tousled. His
face was tearstained and his pajamas rode halfway up his arms and
legs, the top showing his rounded belly.
Daniel's head popped up alongside Jack's, the hand that had been
giving Jack so much pleasure moments before now fumbling for his
glasses on the bedside table.
"Congratulations," Jack murmured, "it's a toddler."
Raising Caiden part 5
RAISING CAIDEN part five
Jack watched from his seat at the kitchen table as Caiden toddled over
to the television set and patted the screen.
"A TV," Daniel said. He thumbed the remote and Caiden jumped then
opened wide blue eyes as a quartet of men in various-colored shirts
danced across the screen accompanied by a large green dinosaur.
Caiden plopped down on his butt and watched the Wiggles with rapt
attention, his head bopping to the music, his small fingers tapping
out a sort of rhythm on his kneecaps.
Daniel had been surprised when Caiden had started speaking
recognizable English after disturbing them in their bedroom early that
morning, Jack less so. He'd figured that as Caiden was Daniel's clone,
chances were the kid was going to have the same verbal capacity as
Daniel and he shuddered a little inwardly at just how full of
Daniel-speech his life was likely to become over the years. He grinned
as Caiden stood up again and walked across to Daniel, patting him on
"Up," the boy demanded.
Daniel complied readily, lifting the toddler onto his lap and turning
him to face Jack.
"Who's got you, Caiden?" Jack asked, standing up and crossing over to
them, patting Daniel's shoulder. "Who is this?"
Caiden shrugged. They hadn't quite gotten around to nomenclature yet.
Caiden had been too busy touching everything he saw so far, asking
"This is Daddy," Jack replied slowly. "Can you say Daddy?"
Caiden narrowed his eyes then turned and wrapped his arms around
Daniel's neck. "Dis Daddy," he parroted.
Daniel grinned so widely Jack thought he'd split his face.
"Who's this, Caiden?" Daniel asked, patting Jack's arm
enthusiastically, joining in the game.
Caiden looked up at Jack then smiled, a small mirror-echo of Daniel's.
"Daddy," he said.
Jack scratched his cheek thoughtfully. "He can't call us both Daddy,"
he said, reaching out to tousle Caiden's hair.
"This is Papa," Daniel said. He patted Jack's arm again. "Papa. Can
you say Papa?"
Caiden pursed his lips then patted Jack's arm as well. "Papa," he
Jack lifted his hand, wiggling his fingers over the boy's head till he
had his attention. Swooping his hand down he tickled Caiden's belly,
asking, "And who are you?"
Caiden giggled then said, "Taiden. Me Taiden, Papa."
"The kid's a genius," Jack observed. "He obviously has your looks and my brain."
Daniel yanked on his arm, pulled him down for a quick kiss then said
dryly, "Well, considering we've been calling him Caiden for the past
three or so days, it's not all that surprising he knows his own name."
"Exactly," Jack declared, scooping the child out of Daniel's arms and
hoisting him onto his shoulders. "He's three days old and he already
knows his name. He's a genius."
So," Daniel said, standing up and looping an arm around Jack's waist.
Jack groaned. "Again?"
"His clothes are too small, Jack," Daniel pointed out.
It was true. The boy was currently kitted out in one of Daniel's
oversize t-shirts that Daniel had tied in a knot at the back so it
stayed more or less above his knees. The diaper he wore had had its
tabs extended with masking tape so that it fitted, a little too
snugly, around his newly sized abdomen. Still, Jack hated shopping,
avoided it whenever possible and felt they'd had to do more than he
could handle just in the three or so days they'd had Caiden.
"You go," he wheedled, giving Daniel a kiss on the cheek. "Caiden and
I can stay here and get to know each other better.
Daniel sighed, narrowed his eyes but gave in. "All right," he said,
pulling Jack down so he could kiss Caiden's cheek. "You be good for
Papa, okay. I'll be back soon." He picked up his wallet and keys.
"This means you get to do the food shopping on Friday," he warned.
"Deal," Jack said, spinning around in place to make Caiden laugh. Food
shopping he could handle. You walked along the aisle, picked up what
you liked to eat, tossed it in the cart, paid for it and headed home.
He sometimes wondered why Sara had complained about having to take
Charlie to the store with her. "I'll even take Caiden," he said. He
was an Air Force colonel, after all. He could do it with one arm tied
behind his back.
"Great," Daniel replied, on his way out to the garage. "I'll use the
free time to work on that translation for SG9."
"Oooh, whaddat, Papa?" Caiden's eyes were round with awe as he looked
up at the brightly colored display.
"That's candy," Jack said, ruffling his son's hair. " It's yucky. You
wouldn't like it." He pulled a mock-disgusted face.
"Nice try with that one," said the woman standing next to him. She
rocked the screaming toddler she held on her hip then reached out with
a sigh and grabbed a bag of chocolate bars off the hook, handing them
to the child, who stopped crying, grinned adorably and scooted down
off her mother's hip. "Caitlin, wait till we show the checkout lady
before you open them."
Jack grinned as Caitlin tore the bag open with her tiny white teeth
and delved into the bag with glee. She pulled a bar out, considered a
moment then offered it to Caiden who shook his head firmly. "Yucky,"
Caiden pronounced, retreating behind Jack's legs.
Jack just barely stopped himself from preening. Instead he gave
Caitlin's mom a sympathetic smile. "It's all in the training," he
said. "Start 'em early enough and it's all downhill from there." He
reached behind him to pat Caiden's head then froze as his hand
Whirling around, he looked down to see vacant space where Caiden had
been not ten seconds before.
"He's over there," Caitlin mumbled around a gob full of chocolate,
pointing with a sticky finger towards the next aisle.
Jack froze momentarily as first a crash of breaking glass then a
high-pitched scream rent the air.
"Yep, downhill," Caitlin's mom said snootily, gathering her sticky
child back into her arms. "Good luck with that."
Jack raced to the next aisle, the cart wobbling madly before him as he
rounded the corner.
"You know you're going to have to pay for this stuff, mister," the
young girl, who'd been stacking the shelves with jars of coffee, said
Caiden sat on his butt amidst the broken glass and scattered coffee
granules, one small bloody finger raised to his mouth. "Yucky, Papa,"
he said then burst into floods of tears.
"Shit!" Jack abandoned the cart and picked his way over the crunching
debris to lift Caiden carefully into his arms. "It's okay," he
soothed, examining the finger carefully. It was just a tiny cut, he
realized and in his relief he vented his anger at the girl. "Why the
hell didn't you stop him from pulling the jars down?" he yelled. "You
were standing right there."
The girl turned her carefully made-up face his way. "Hey, mister, I'm
just the shelf-stacker. You want a baby-sitter, call an agency. I
don't get paid to keep an eye on your kid while you make time with any
single mom who catches your eye."
Jack took a deep breath and willed himself to calm. "You're right," he
said finally, jiggling the sobbing Caiden. "I should have been
watching him. But he just vanished. One second he was there, the
"First time shopping with a toddler?" said a voice behind him and Jack
swiveled to find a pretty woman standing almost at his shoulder, a
sympathetic smile on her face. "Lacey," she addressed the store
worker, "don't give the guy a hard time. I'm sure he'll pay for the
stock. Right?" She gave Jack an inquiring look and he nodded.
"Sorry, Doc, it's been a long day. Look, don't worry about it,
mister," Lacey replied. She patted Caiden's shoulder. "Hey, stop
crying and I'll get you a candy bar, okay?" She disappeared around the
corner of the aisle then came back a moment later, a chocolate covered
frog in her hand. She opened the wrapper, pulled the frog out and
handed it to Caiden.
Caiden lifted his head from Jack's shoulder, tears and snot mingling
on his red face. He heaved in a shaky sigh then took the treat from
Lacey's hand. He gave it a hesitant lick then nibbled the corner, a
look of surprise on his face as he looked up at Jack. "Not yucky,
Papa," he crowed, taking a bigger bite.
"Oh, great," Jack said.
"Why don't you let me take a look at his finger," the woman said with
a broad grin. "I really am a doctor, by the way."
"Really? Sure, thanks," Jack replied. "It's probably nothing but-"
"Let's go into the office out back. I know they've got a first aid kit
back there. That okay, Lacey?"
Lacey waved a desultory hand. "Knock yourself out, Doc."
"Take a seat." The doctor indicated a chair in front of the table in
the room. "It might be easier to do this if you hold your son on your
"Sure." Jack sat down and positioned the still-sniffling child on his
knees. "Sit still, Caiden," he murmured, rubbing the boy's back
gently. "The nice lady's going to make your owie all better."
The woman rummaged around in the first aid kit and then turned back to
them, a small tube of disinfectant cream and a bandaid in her hand.
"Hey there, Caiden," she cooed, lifting the child's hand up and
looking it over, "my name is Ali. It's very nice to meet you. Let me
see now." She rubbed a small amount of cream onto the tiny finger then
wrapped a bandaid firmly around it. "I don't think there's any glass
in it but you can take him to your own doctor if it starts looking
inflamed." Straightening up, she smoothed a hand over Caiden's hair
then held her hand out to Jack. "Ali Cooper," she said with a grin,
giving Jack's hand a firm shake. "It's very nice to meet you, despite
"Jack O'Neill." Jack smiled at her gratefully. She was attractive in a
gamin way, her short dark hair complementing the dark brown of her
large, expressive eyes.
"Well, it's been a pleasure, Jack," she replied, grinning broadly.
"So, is Caiden's mom going to read you the riot act for this?"
"Nope, that won't be a problem," Jack replied though he gave momentary
thought to what Daniel's reaction would be.
Caiden wriggled on his lap and then half-turned so he could look into
Jack's face. "Go home now, Papa." His eyes filled with tears as he
held his injured finger up for Jack's inspection. "Hurt, Papa. Go home
Jack stood, grinning apologetically at her as he maneuvered Caiden
onto his hip. "Look, I really appreciate your help. I'd better get him
home. Thanks. It was nice meeting you."
"Yes, you too," Ali replied. "Maybe we'll see each other around sometime."
"Yeah, maybe. See ya."
Ali shook Caiden's small hand. "Goodbye, little guy."
Jack walked out of the office, Caiden waving a cheerful bye bye over
his shoulder. He picked up his abandoned cart, went through the
checkout then headed for his car and home and rest. 'Who knew shopping
could take so much out of a guy?' he ruminated as he tucked Caiden
safely into the car seat.
"He cut himself? Jack, you're supposed to keep your eye on him all the
time," Daniel said as he picked Caiden up and placed a kiss on the
"I was watching him." Jack stopped and shook his head. "Ya know," he
went on, "I hope we're not going to start sounding like an old married
couple now just because we've got a kid."
"You're right. Sorry." Daniel put Caiden on the beanbag in front of
the TV and turned on the set and the dvd player. "Look, Caiden,
Caiden watched the screen for a few minutes, a puzzled frown on his
face then tipped his head back to look at his fathers. "No Wiggles?"
he asked plaintively.
"Auntie Sam brought this over for you while you were out," Daniel
replied cajolingly. "Look, that one's got a ball."
"Want Wiggles." Caiden stood up then plonked himself back down on the
beanbag, his mouth turned down in a pout.
Jack walked across to the TV and picked up the remote. "We've got 50
odd channels. The Wiggles have to be on here somewhere…"
"Jack, no, sometimes he has to accept he can't have everything he wants."
Jack sighed and handed the remote to Daniel as he walked back into the
kitchen. "Old married couple," he muttered as he went past.
"I'm sorry, Colonel, but the Atharians have said they won't deal with
anyone but Dr. Jackson." Hammond certainly sounded apologetic, Jack
thought but he wondered if his commanding officer knew just what he
was asking. "I know what I'm asking of you, Jack," Hammond said,
dispelling that thought, "of both of you. I understand you need time
at home with the boy to acclimate him to his new life." Jack glanced
over at Caiden, who was currently acclimating himself by seeing how
much peanut butter and jelly dripped off his toast if he held it
upside down. He stepped sideways across the room, righted the toast
and handed it back to his son, who stuffed the whole quarter slice in
his small mouth and mumbled, "Fanks, Papa," around it.
Hammond was still talking and Jack juggled the phone till he could
hold it between his shoulder and his ear while he grabbed the sipper
cup Caiden was trying to unscrew the lid from. He held up a rebuking
finger at the child then turned his attention back to the call. "Yeah,
I know you do, sir. It's just I don't really think we want to leave
Caiden with anyone just yet. He's settling in really well with Daniel
and me but-"
"The Atharians haven't asked for you, Jack, just for Dr. Jackson. I'm
sure Dr. Fraiser would be more than happy to help you with the boy
while Dr. Jackson's off-world."
Okay, that gave Jack pause. "Who's Daniel going with, sir, if not with SG: 1?"
"This is just a diplomatic mission, Jack, so I was planning on sending SG: 9."
"Look, nothing against Stan Kovacek, sir, but we all know what kind of
trouble Daniel can get himself into even on something as simple as a
diplomatic mission and-"
"Your objection is noted, Colonel." The command tone was back in
Hammond's voice and Jack knew he'd lost the argument. "Besides, Dr.
Jackson told me that he feels you're more than capable of handling
Caiden without him while he's gone for a day, and that *he's* more
than capable of handling a diplomatic mission on his own."
There was a cough from behind him and Jack turned to see Daniel
leaning against the doorframe, watching him.
"Right, sir, so you've already spoken to Daniel about it. Can I ask
why you called me to talk to me about it then if it's a done deal?"
Daniel smiled sheepishly at him and Jack raised a finger and slid it
slowly across his own throat.
"Dr. Jackson felt you might have some objection to it and felt if it
came from me as an order –" Hammond sounded as sheepish now as Daniel
looked but Jack knew when he was beaten.
"I see, sir. Thank you for the courtesy call. I'll see you in the
morning. I have to bring Caiden in for a checkup with the doc anyway."
He hung up the phone, handed Caiden a squeezy yogurt tube to suck on
then pulled Daniel into the living room. "You weren't going to tell me
yourself, were you?" he asked angrily.
"Obviously not," Daniel said flatly.
"Why?" Jack glared into Daniel's eyes. He'd thought they were past
this sort of shit; that once they'd made a commitment to each other
there'd be no keeping anything back.
Daniel waved a hand toward Jack's face then smiled a little. "Because
I knew this was how you'd react," he replied, not unreasonably, Jack
supposed, considering the way Jack was reacting.
"Look," Jack said, taking a breath and a figurative step back from the
argument, "I know there are still going to be times when we have to go
offworld. I just thought we'd still do it together." He looked back at
Caiden who was crowing happily over a book he'd found stuffed down the
side of his high chair. "We have him to consider now."
"I know," Daniel said, giving Caiden a wave. "That's the only reason I
took this mission so soon after he came along."
"Sorry," Jack replied, feeling he was missing something.
"Jack, this way he'll have at least one of us Earthside," Daniel
explained. "I have to admit I was worried about us both going offworld
right now but if it's just one of us-"
"I get it," Jack snapped. He sighed, rubbed a hand over his weary
eyes. "I don't like it but I get it, all right."
"So, what's the problem?" Daniel asked. He walked a few steps away to
pick up the book Caiden had thrown to the floor and put it back on the
tray of the chair, shrugging and walking back to stand in front of
Jack as Caiden immediately tossed it to the floor again.
"I should be there to watch your six," Jack replied gruffly.
"It's just a diplomatic mission," Daniel said. He stepped closer to
Jack, put his hands on his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Nothing's going to happen."
Jack kissed him again then pushed him away, keeping hold of his arms.
"You've said that once too many times before… And somehow it always
Daniel shook his head. "Not this time, Jack. The Atharians are very
peaceful. They're an agrarian society. They don't even have any
"So why are we bothering making a diplomatic agreement with them?"
Jack groused. He walked away to pick up the cup Caiden tossed to the
floor, started to hand it back, changed his mind and shoved the cup
onto the kitchen counter instead then lifted Caiden out of the high
chair and led him through to the bathroom.
"Barf!" Caiden caroled happily, toddling over to grab his favorite
bath toys and toss them into the water Jack had started running.
"Yeah, bath time, Caiden." Daniel knelt down and began undressing the
child then picked him up and swooped him through the air before
depositing him in the tub.
"Bubbles," Caiden reminded them and Jack dutifully squirted the
requisite amount of bubble mix under the water accompanied by their
"Because they seem to have found a way to eliminate crop pests without
the use of pesticides. It's something in their soil."
"What?" Jack looked up from where he was playing submarines with Caiden.
"The Atharians," Daniel reminded him.
"I know that," Jack said to a skeptically raised eyebrow from Daniel.
"I did," he protested. "Okay," he amended, "I knew it had something to
do with farms." He stood up, groaning theatrically as his knees
protested the hardness of the tile floor. "I just wish I could at
least send Carter or T with you."
"You still don't think of me as being able to take care of myself, do
you? God, Jack, how many years do I have to be on the team, how many
Jaffa," Daniel lowered his voice to a whisper, " do I have to kill
before you realize I can do this stuff? Not that I'll need to do
anything like that this time," he added quickly.
"I know you can take care of yourself, Danny. I've seen you in
action." Jack reached out to pull Daniel in for a hug.
"Then what's this all about?" Daniel asked.
Jack shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Daniel's neck.
"I don't know," he murmured. He lifted his head and cupped Daniel's
face in his hands. "Maybe it's because of having Caiden now," he said,
emotion roughening his voice.
"I understand that," Daniel replied, brushing his mouth gently over
Jack's. "I'll be careful. I promise."
Jack tightened his arms around him. "Pinky swear," he whispered.
"Pinky swear," Daniel agreed.
"Pingy thwear," Caiden yelled from the tub, standing up and tossing a
handful of bubbles at them.
"I'm never going to survive him on my own," Jack said despairingly.
"Janet will help."
"Janet won't give me blow jobs at the end of a hard day," Jack
muttered softly into Daniel's ear.
"Janet better not," Daniel retorted.
Caiden watched with a puzzled frown on his face as Daniel waved
goodbye to him and kissed his forehead.
"Daddy's going now," Jack explained, picking the boy up and pulling
Daniel into a family hug. "Say bye bye, Daddy, hurry home."
Caiden dutifully waved his pudgy fingers in imitation of Jack and
said, "Bye bye."
"I'll be home soon," Daniel promised, heading out of Hammond's office
and down to the Gateroom.
Caiden looked up at Jack, frowning. "Daddy all gone," he said.
"Only for a little while," Jack said. "Hey, why don't I take you to
see Auntie Sam?"
"Yeah!" Caiden crowed. He wriggled till Jack let him down then held up
his hand for Jack to hold. "No Teletibbles," he said darkly as Jack
led him from the room. "Don't like Teletibbles."
"Oh boy," Jack muttered. "Let's not mention that to Auntie Sam, okay."
There was always something weirdly disorientating about starting work
in a new place, Ali thought as she listened with half an ear to Dr.
Fraiser giving her what she guessed was the routine induction lecture.
No matter how well you knew your job, no matter how good a doctor or
Air Force officer you were, each new base was a start-over and no
matter how confident you were, you always felt like a fish out of
water for the first couple of days.
Ali had grown used to that feeling. She'd been an Air Force brat,
dragged along with her two brothers to whatever new posting her father
was sent to. She'd watched her mom, accepting at first, become
gradually beaten down as each new post meant leaving friends behind,
and then trying to make new ones. Eventually, it had become too much.
Her mom had simply disappeared one day, saying she was going out to
get milk from the base store and never returning. After that, Ali
became the mom, raising her younger brothers, getting herself jobs to
get her through high school. Then came a college and a med school
scholarship, and to her father's surprised pride, joining the Air
Force after her graduation cum laude. Now here she was walking through
a top secret Air Force facility like she was supposed to be there. She
wondered what her dad would think if he could see her now.
"Coming through! Make a hole!"
Ali squeaked in surprise when she found herself flattened up against
the wall by Dr. Fraiser's diminutive body as two men, both covered in
blood, were pushed past them on gurneys.
"Crap! Sorry, Dr. Cooper, looks like we're throwing you in at the deep
end," Fraiser said, flashing a rueful smile at her as she grabbed
Ali's hand and tugged her along in the wake of the gurneys. "You up
Ali gulped down the panic that had risen in her throat and pulled on
the mantle of proficiency she'd spent years accumulating. "Of course,"
"Okay, who's the most critical?" Fraiser asked, looking to her triage
team as they entered the infirmary.
"Major Kovacek," a nurse replied quickly. "Crush injuries to both legs
and his back," she added.
Ali saw Fraiser grimace as she trotted toward the gurney to their
left. "Who's our other patient?" Fraiser called over her shoulder.
"Dr. Jackson," the nurse replied.
"Shit. How bad?" Ali watched as Fraiser pulled on gloves and started
examining her patient.
"Looks like concussion and some nasty gashes on his arms and head."
"Okay. Dr. Cooper? You gonna stand there and observe or you going to
treat your patient?"
Ali stepped forward and headed for the second patient's gurney. "I'm
on it," she said quickly, grabbing a set of gloves for herself and
setting to work.
"You did good." Ali jumped as hand patted her shoulder. She looked up,
seeing Dr. Fraiser standing next to her. She shrugged. "He'll be okay.
X-rays didn't show any fractures but he's got a heavy duty concussion
and some of those cuts took a few stitches."
Fraiser leaned forward and tucked the blanket up around Jackson's
shoulders in a motherly gesture that Ali found at odds with the
professional side of the doctor she'd seen before.
"How's the other guy?" Ali asked.
"Internal injuries, crushed vertebrae, but he'll make it. He might
wish he hadn't for a while but..."
"So what happened to them?"
"Earthquake on the planet they were on. Dr. Jackson went in after
Major Kovacek and got hit by falling debris. Luckily the rest of their
team weren't injured and were able to extricate them quickly with help
from the locals."
Ali shivered a little at the planet reference. She'd been brought up
to speed on the Stargate program as a matter of course but it still
gave her chills to think that she was actually working in a place
where people went to other planets.
"You okay?" Fraiser asked.
"Yeah, just processing, I think." She stood up. "So what now?"
"Out in that waiting room there's going to be a nervous SG team
wanting to know how their archeologist is doing," Fraiser replied,
smiling tiredly at her. "How about you go give them the good news that
he'll live... again." She brushed a strand of hair back from the
patient's face and shushed him gently as he murmured. "Go to sleep,
Daniel. You're going to be fine."
"Again?" Ali turned at the door and cocked an inquiring glance at her new boss.
"Let's just say that Dr. Jackson is our resident trouble magnet."
Ali nodded and walked out to the waiting room.
"Um, hi, I'm Dr. Ali Cooper and I just wanted to let you know that Dr.
Jackson is going to be fine," she said to the trio of expectant faces
that looked up at her.
"That is indeed good news," said a tall man who had risen to his feet
at her entrance. Ali tried not to stare at the gold emblem embedded in
his dark forehead.
"That's great," the blonde woman sitting nearest the door replied,
giving her a broad grin.
"Yeah, thanks, Doc." Ali turned at the vaguely familiar voice and
looked up into the face of the man who was standing behind her. "Oh,"
she said, "it's you. Um, we met at the store the other day. I bandaged
your son's finger."
"Right." The Colonel stuck out his hand and she shook it. "Nice to see
you again." He grinned disarmingly. "Though I didn't expect to see you
"Me either... um, sir," she added belatedly, feeling her cheeks heat
and hating the blush that she just knew was creeping unattractively up
over her face. "How is Caiden?"
"He's fine, thanks. So, Daniel's okay?" he asked.
"He has a pretty serious concussion and some nasty gashes that needed
suturing but he'll be just fine in a few days," she replied,
professionalism belatedly taking over.
"Um, can we see him?" the woman asked, and Ali tore her eyes from the
Colonel's handsome face to nod at her. "Sure. He's still pretty out of
it though so I wouldn't expect too much coherence from him just yet."
"What else is new?" the Colonel replied, grinning at his teammates.
"Oh by the way, Doc, this is Major Samantha Carter and Teal'c."
Teal'c bowed his head at her and Carter shook her hand and then they
were crowding past her through the door to the infirmary while Ali
sunk down in one of the waiting room chairs. She watched the Colonel
disappear behind the curtain into Dr. Jackson's cubicle and smiled.
This job had suddenly become a lot more interesting than even she'd
thought it would be.