"Rya'c has shown his metal as a true warrior," Harry said a few days later, hair back to his normal color. "I'm worried about him though. With his first battle won, he will now go out and fight more. Teal'c has already lost his wife, but to lose his son?"

"There's not much to be done, Harry," Draco sighed. Harry worried about everyone and it was exhausting.

I heard that.

You were meant to, Potter! Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles.

Harry pinned him with a look. "I am physically incapable of getting wrinkles and you know it so shut up."

"Oh, yes, rub in your immortality!"

Harry scoffed. "You're immortal too, dunderhead!"

"Bringing out the Snape insults, are we?" Draco asked, amused instead of angry.

Before the fight could devolve, Harry's vision blurred and his eyes flashed. Draco sighed. He wondered what it was this time. He would never tell Harry this (and thank Merlin for those blasted monks who taught them how to keep secrets in their heads) but he wasn't sure how long he could stay on the sidelines. Death was vague as ever about why they were here. Granted, it wasn't Death's idea to open the shop, but he didn't say anything about not joining the base personnel either. Like Rya'c, he felt the need to fight; he wanted to do more.

Logically, that made no sense, given how much he detested fighting in the War. Maybe Harry was just rubbing off on him; sharing minds was bound to have a detrimental effect like this sooner or later. Or maybe it was just now he would be on the right side. Or maybe it was the thought of the potential things he could do and see out there. Suddenly, he was starving for adventure. That was probably Harry's influence again, Draco mused.

Harry came out of his vision of a sinking ship. Draco was staring off into the distance with a look of longing on his face. Harry couldn't get a read on what he was thinking, and he was sure Draco wasn't aware his face was showing so much emotion. Despite hiding it, Harry could tell Draco was slightly unhappy. He missed traveling the world and learning new things. Reading books just isn't the same when you're interested in science vs baking. There should be more exploration, even with Astrophysics. With the Stargate Program, it was more practical and hands on than ever.

Before he shook Draco out of his daydreaming to explain his vision, Harry silently vowed that he would help Draco find his adventure. He also charmed his clothes to clash for a few days, no matter what the blonde put on. No need to tell Draco about either of those things, though.

"Okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, just thinking. What was the vision about this time?" Draco deflected.

Harry gave him a look but moved past it. "They were on a ship and it was sinking in the Atlantic. I hope the Magicals don't notice. Thor was stuck in the computer from before when Anubis probed his mind. I had to help him save Jack and Sam from drowning."

"They keep almost dying. At this point, they're giving you a run for your money," Draco joked. Harry didn't seem amused and walked away into the kitchen. Draco went to follow, glancing down when he felt this shirt get twisted. He stopped dead.

"Harry, dear," he called deceptively innocently. "What am I wearing?"

Harry appeared in the doorway, trying to maintain a face of confusion. "What do you mean? Don't you remember getting dressed this morning? I think you look fine."

"FINE!?" Draco screeched, losing composure. "I'm wearing plaid! And stripes! TOGETHER!"

Harry muffled a laugh. "Yes, I see that. Like I said, I think you look fine."

"You uncultured swine! Even you know this is unacceptable clothing choices! Fix this at once!" Draco said, channeling his school boy past.

"Now, Draco," Harry chastised. "You know that's not how you ask nicely."

"Please," he growled out. "Fix. It."

"Mhm. Remind me, dear Draco," Harry mused. "Did you fix my hair? Even when I asked nicely?"

Draco didn't even bother to respond. He lunged for Harry, who dived out of the way and finally broke down laughing. Harry ran upstairs, presumably to hide in his room and Draco just sighed and didn't follow. He knew he would regret starting a prank war with a Marauder. Clashing clothes was just cruel. Still, Draco glanced up at the stairs where he could hear Harry still laughing. At least Harry was laughing again. He hadn't heard that in a while.

The team all shuffled into the cafe the next day, hoping for some warmth. Jack still felt the chill of the ice cold water they'd been in the day before and he just learned that soon they were going to be in Antarctica courtesy of Carter. He was trying not to think about it. The cold always bothered his knee. For now, he could focus of Harry's reaction to Jonas. He knew that somehow they would probably already know about it. Last time he'd been here, Draco had mentioned something about a missing piece and the new one not fitting the same. They were annoying and suspicious like that. Not that he thought they were dangerous, per se. At least, not dangerous to the team or anyone on base. It's just that if they were trying to act like normal people, they were failing.

"Jack! Sam! Teal'c!" Harry called out from his place behind the counter, drawing Jack out of his thoughts. He spotted Draco also by the counter, leaning against it with a book in his hand. "And who is this with you?"

Jack glanced over. Speaking of people who fail to act normal. Jonas had been looking around fascinated like he'd never been in a cafe before. Jack tried not to sigh, reminding himself again that he'd been doing that too often lately.

"Harry, Draco, this is Jonas," Sam answered, saving Jack from having to do so. She hesitated for a second before continuing "He's taken over some of Daniel's duties."

Harry's eyes dimmed and he looked away. He started moving about making drinks, saying over his shoulder, "Oh, I see."

Draco turned to give Jonas a piercing once over. Jonas looked unaffected, watching Harry with his complete attention. Draco huffed, seemingly unimpressed. Jack couldn't help but agree. After all, he was no Daniel, no matter how hard he tried to be.

"Well, I hope you like the drinks!" Harry exclaims with false cheer, clearly trying to cover up for earlier. He brought them over to their usual table and joined them. Draco prowled forward to join, still eyeing Jonas.

"I'm sure they're great as always," Sam said, taking a sip before almost choking in surprise. "It's hot!"

Jack grabbed his and took a big gulp. Sam was right, it was hot. Very hot. The heat somehow spread through his whole body, chasing the chill he still felt away. His knee felt hot too, almost like he had a heating pad on it. It felt better the more he drank.

"I felt like you guys could use the heat," Harry smiled at them before looking to Teal'c and Jonas. "I hope you both like yours, too."

Teal'c took a drink. His eyebrows raised in surprise and he nodded in acknowledgement to Harry. Jonas watched all of this enthralled. Jack knew he was probably thinking about when they'd talked about Harry and Draco and their mysteriousness. He was like a kid in a candy store around anything new.

"Are you going to drink or just stare at everyone like a puppy?" Draco finally spoke up, making Jonas look over at him in surprise.

"Oh, yes, sorry," Jonas took a drink. "Oh! This tastes like home! How did you manage that?"

Harry smiled at him indulgently. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you."

Jack couldn't help but sigh when Jonas looked at them alarmed. "It was a joke, Jonas. A reference you wouldn't understand."

"It's okay," Harry quipped, grinning. "I don't understand most references either. A product of my misspent youth."

Draco coughed. "Is that what we're calling it now, huh? Misspent youth? What, and I suppose we're going to call your childhood 'unpleasant' now, too? Since we're understating things?"

"I was being delicate, Dray," Harry snapped, glaring at Draco. The team watched on as they seemed to forget they were here. "Look at him, he's so green."

"Yes, I see that, Potter," Draco responded. "But he'll stay green if you don't give him a chance."

"Of course, you're right," Harry sighed. "I can't just treat him different just because he's new. Isn't that right, Jack?"

Jack was suddenly being glared at by Harry and Draco while the rest of the team watched on. Now, Jack had been glared at by some pretty intimidating people. A four star general, a few gods, and Janet Fraiser (who was arguably the scariest of the lot) all had glared at him before. Somehow the combined forces of two British cafe owners was enough to properly chastise him. He looked away.

"What just happened?" Jonas whispered to Sam and Teal'c. "I feel like I missed something."

"I was just reminding Jack here that being in the circle but out of the loop isn't nice at all, right Jack?" Harry said, still pointedly looking at him. Jack took his last gulp of his drink and said nothing. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Harry seemed satisfied anyway.

"Is that another reference I don't get?" Jonas spoke up again.

Draco leaned back in his chair. "Being out of the loop means being excluded from something. This isn't always intentional. But sometimes it is."

Sam finally spoke up as Jonas seemed to have a lightbulb moment, glancing at Jack. "Well, look at the time! We have a plane to catch and really must be going. It was nice to see you both again. We'll try to come by more often."

Harry looked over at Sam as everyone started getting up to leave. "Yes, of course, Sam. I'm always happy to have you all visit whenever you can. We all know the base schedule is wonky at the best of times, but I do hope you'll be back soon. Jonas, too, you're welcome any time."

"Thanks!" Jonas grinned. "I'd be happy to return, especially since you can make this tea taste so much like the ones from home!"

"Indeed," Teal'c said, nodding farewell.

Jack shuffled out the door, not sure what to say after the dressing down he'd just gotten from two boys half his age. He called out 'bye' when Sam nudged him, but otherwise he left the cafe in silence. The only noise a whispered 'What was Draco wearing!?' from Sam, which he ignored. The warmth from his drink had faded. He shivered from a remembered chill.