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First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.

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Aiden had lost him. Jake pouted a bit as he kept walking, sort of looking for him only not really, 'cause he was bossy.

Oooh, garage! He ran inside, stopped dead when he saw his mom, then ran across to hug her legs. "Mommy! Aiden lost me." That was important. "Even if he said he didn't, he did and we left you a note on a tree and had cake but it wasn't a 'gate in disguise and what's that?" He'd caught sight of the swoop bike.

"Mommy?" Nothing else after that really connected and she stared down at the little boy.

Jake stared up at her, still hugging her legs, and grinned what might be a very familiar grin. "Yeahhhh, and that means you have to show me what that is. Come on, show me." He took her hand and started tugging her towards the bike.

"Hold it," she ordered, for lack of anything better to do, and moving so that she was standing between the little boy with a familiar grin and unholy gleem in his eye and her swoop bike. "I...what's your name and rank, soldier?"

Jake sighed and didn't roll his eyes, cause that never went over well, not even when dad did it, but he did stop and stand to attention. "Jacob Carter Harkness and I don't have a rank." There was a 'duh' in there trying to get out. "'m only seven. Now will you show me?" he asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Jacob Carter...whoa," Sam felt her knees give out and she plopped down on the nearest stool, just looking at him. Jack's son, but named after her father. "No taking anything apart," she warned immediately.

"Everyone always says that. Just trying to make things better." Jake pouted his way over to a socket wrench and started spinning it, eyeing the bike, then his mom. "Not even just a little tiny bit? Pleassse?"

"No, I don't think so," Sam decided, having heard too many stories about her own childhood and dining room tables falling apart after she'd gotten her hands on a screwdriver, "Not even a little tiny bit. How do you feel about handing me tools while I work, though? And, um, do you need something to eat?"

He shrugged, cause it was what she always said, and ran back over to stand next to her, bouncing a little. "Kay! I'm good at that. And I already had cake and cookies and a coke cause the bakery lady said I was too charming for words. Can we work on that?" He pointed at the swoop bike again, bouncing even more.

"We can work on that," she agreed, then pointed out the tool he'd probably never seen before, taking a moment to be thankful Jake and Nik hadn't been there at the same time, "This is a hydrospanner, okay? And you know about wrenches and bolts and ratchets?"

She took a seat on the floor next to the bike and held her hand out, "Hydrospanner, please."

"Of course I know about wrenches and bolts and ratchets. 'm seven." Mom was being really weird, but he didn't care because hydrospanner! Very carefully, he handed it her. "Hydrospanner."

"Thank you," she took it and started recalibrating the brakes, finally processing some of what he'd told her earlier, "so, Aiden lost you, huh? Does that happen a lot?"

"Uh huh, all the time." It was automatic, the wicked urge to get his brother in trouble. "He's supposed to look out for me but he's loses me allll the time," he said, trying not giggle as he leaned against his mom, watching closely. "And he keeps trying to turn me into a toad."

And she was sure Jacob stayed by his brother's side every single minute. Sure. "Turn you into a..." Sam stared. Jack had a child with Professor Skeeter? "Who's Aiden's mom?"

"Aiden doesn't have a mom, techn'cly, 'cause he was borned in an incubator, like with the baby chicks at school, but he's got two daddies and borrows you sometimes, even if I don't want him to because you're my mom and not his." He pouted and pressed tighter against his mom, just in case someone appeared and tried to take her away. "But I let him, because I'm a good brother."

"I'm sure you are," Sam said, trying to work her way through all of that. Two daddies, incubator, and capable of turning people into toads. Cedric. "And you never give Aiden a hard time or wander off or take things apart when you're not supposed to, right?"

"Nooooo..." He looked up at her, blue eyes as wide and as innocent as he could make them, but he knew it never worked on mom. Or dad. Or Cedric, which wasn't fair. "...maybe."

"Uh huh," she tried not to be amused at the hellion, remembering at least that much from dealing with her niece and nephew, "3/8 inch socket, please. And you don't know where Aiden is now? Do you remember how you got here?"

"3/8 inch socket." He placed it in her hand as he repeated the words seriously. Tools were important. "Wormhole, mebbe. Aiden was chasing me and then we were in the park. We left you a note on the tree. With these." He pulled his tags out and showed them to her. "Aiden made it orange and we carved these into it so you'd know we were here and then we went to the bakery 'cause it might have had a 'gate, but it didn't and then he was gone."

Sam looked the tags over. Not a bad idea at all, actually. "You thought the bakery had a Stargate in it?" She chuckled.

Jake nodded, a lot. "It was Aiden's idea. He said there might be one camoflag'd, and only we could figure it out. But there wasn't." He sat up taller and whispered in Sam's ear, "I think he was just hungry."

"I see," Sam bit her lip so she didn't burst out laughing. Definitely inherited his father's way with people, for which she supposed he was lucky, "and you checked very, very carefully?"

"Very, very, very carefully. I looked everywhere, except the big oven, they wouldn't let me see inside it, and Aiden made me stop checking under the tables." He crossed his arms and pouted at the unfairness of it all. "I only unscrewed six screws, wasn't like the table top was going to fall off."

"You're allowed to carry a screwdriver with you?" That didn't sound at all smart of her and Jack.

Ooops. "...no." He wasn't allowed, but it was only a little one and he hadn't meant to mention it.

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