For the Love of Bugs

Author:  Orrymain
Category:  Slash, Drama, Romance, Established Relationship
Pairing:  Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating:  PG-13
Season:  Beyond the Series - July 11, 2016
Spoilers:  None
Size:  34kb, short story
Written:  July 12-13, 2016
Summary:  Morning cartoons, members of the zoo, and reality clash, putting Jack in a tough spot with his kids.
Disclaimer:  Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't.  A gal can dream though!
1) Sometimes, Jack and Daniel speak almost telepathically.  Their “silent” words to each other are indicated by asterisks instead of quotes, such as **Jack, we can't.**
2) Silent, unspoken thoughts by various characters are indicated with ~ in front and behind them, such as ~Where am I?~
3) This fic stands alone, but it does reference my other fic(s):  “Yesterday Once More”
4) While this fic has a happy ending, the subject matter is actually very real and being considered by the Pentagon.  The inspiration for the fic comes from this news story:

For the Love of Bugs
by Orrymain

For most of the Jackson-O'Neills, this Monday morning was a leisurely one.  Several of the younger children were hanging out with their parents watching cartoons in the recreation room.  In fact, two Bugs Bunny cartoons had just finished.

“Elmer never learns,” Jonny chuckled.

“Bugs is too smart for him,” Ricky asserted.  “Do bombs really look like those big black balls?” he asked no one in particular.

“No, that's just in cartoons,” the oldest Munchkin answered.

“Okay, so, we all know that ...” Daniel began quietly as he sat on the sofa.

“Daddy, we get it,” Jenny whined, her intuition telling her that their parents were about to engage in the usual post-cartoon ritual of making sure the brood knew the difference between the antics on the fictional cartoons and reality.

“It's not for us, Jenny, it's for JD,” Aislinn interjected.


“But he knows,” Jonny insisted.

“Jonny, it's up to us as your parents to make sure everyone is aware of potential injury,” Jack spoke up as he gently rubbed his Love's shoulder.

“But he knows!”  Jonny stood up and walked over to the comfy floor pillow that four-and-a-half-year-old JD was sitting on.  He then sat down on his knees in front of the youngster.  “JD, what happens if I hit you on your head?”

“It hurts,” JD responded.

“What if I get a pan and hit you on your head with it?”

“It hurts and my ears ring.”

“What if I get a candle and let it melt all the way to the bottom?”

“It might start a fire.”

“What if I want to cut your clothes with scissors?” the Munchkin quizzed.

“You might hurt me if the scissors jab me, and Dad and Daddy will be mad because you cut my clothes.  Me, too, cause I like this outfit,” the boy opined.

“What if an anvil lands on your head?”

“I be dead.”

“What ...”

“Okay, point made,” Daniel conceded.

“No more reality checks?” Jonny asked hopefully.

“Yeah, we know, Daddy,” Little Danny assured as he went to sit next to his younger father and even gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “We know.”

Daniel smiled and responded, “Everyone's growing up.”

“I taught JD everything,” Jonny insisted.  “When he was a baby, I promised to teach him allllll I know.”

“You're very good at that,” Daniel acknowledged.  “No more reality questions.”

“Kids, room check in thirty,” Jack announced.

“Oops!” Jonny exclaimed.  “Gotta clean Bogey's cage.”

“Did you get wipes at the store, Dad?” Jenny asked.  “My desk has a spot on it.”

“We're completely restocked,” the general affirmed.

Within a minute, all of the children were out of the room, leaving the parents alone, unless one counted their squawking hyacinth macaw.

Daniel looked at his husband and sighed, “Was I mellow dramatic?”


“But Little Danny ...”

“... loves his daddy and the past isn't far enough behind yet.”

The reference was to Daniel's near-death experience from the last few months.  Though the archaeologist was fine now, Jack and the brood had been extremely frightened by Daniel's illness, which was why the kids were sometimes extra cautious and even overly loving with their younger father.

“That's what I thought,” Daniel responded.

“... but still ...”

“But still,” Daniel stated with a smile.  “Is it time for us to rethink some of the rules?  They are older now, all of them.”

“Let's talk in September when the Spitfires and Munchkins turn themselves into  nine- and ten-year-olds.”

“I'll accept that,” Daniel agreed as he stood up and started to walk away.

“Hey, where are you going?  We still have twenty snuggling minutes left,” Jack pointed out.

“Sorry, Babe.  I slept in, remember?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So, I didn't make the bed.”

Jack flung himself back in mock upset, but then he laughed.  He got up to join his lover in making sure their own room was up to standards before the two checked out the brood's bedrooms.


That afternoon, Jack was reading the newspaper while sitting in his favorite chair. He heard noise coming from the front door and stood up.  Checking his watch, he figured it was time for Aislinn to be home.  The young girl had spent a few hours with her Aunt Janet at the infirmary of Cheyenne Mountain.

Opening the door, Jack grinned and asked, “How did the nurs...”

“Mmmph!” Aislinn exclaimed angrily as she stormed past her father and went upstairs.

“ go?” Jack asked to the entryway air.  “Doc?” he prodded.

“She was having a great time, Sir,” Janet Frazier began.  “If she decides to go into nursing, she'll be exceptional.  Patients love her and she is awesome at following orders.”

“Doc, why is she angry?”

“I don't know.  As I said, she was fine and then she wasn't,” Janet responded.

“Doc ...”

“Jack, she was the perfect helper.  I sent her to check on Airman Boyles and when she came back ...”

Janet didn't finish her sentence verbally, but let her demeanor and expression do it for her.

“Thanks, Doc,” Jack said, watching as Janet headed out onto the porch.  “Wait!” he called out.  “Did she thank you?”

Janet smiled and nodded as she answered, “Your kids are always polite.  She was very sweet, until you opened the door.”

With Janet gone, Jack headed upstairs to the girls' room, finding the door shut.  He knocked on it and quickly had it answered.

“What's wrong?” the father asked the girl with the long brunette hair.

“Mmmpf!” Aislinn repeated.  “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No.”  Aislinn followed up her response with a question.  “Do I have to talk to you now?”

“At the moment, it's your option.  Later, it'll mine,” Jack answered.

“Bye,” the Munchkin replied, shutting the door.

Jack scratched the side of his face and went to find his husband.  Maybe Daniel would have some intel to the mystery of the day.


The lovers were talking about the situation while on the sofa in the living room when they were stared down by Jenny, who had hold of Bagel, the family's first rabbit, as she passed through the room.  Two minutes later, Jonny gave his parents a strong look as he walked through the room, disappearing into the hallway.

“Daniel, do you get the feeling that Ash's discontent has spread?”

“I think that's a good assumption,” the younger man sighed.

“What to do,” Jack sighed.

“Wait,” Daniel suggested.

“Wait and it shall come,” Jack mused, knowing that sooner or later the brood would let their parents in on the mystery.

A few minutes later, Jenny, still holding Bagel, Jonny, and Jennifer walked toward the stairs.  Again, Jenny and Jonny glared at their parents.  Jennifer, however, gave them a sympathetic smile and mouthed, “Sorry.”

When the kids were out of sight, Daniel surmised, “They've enlisted Jen for the fight.”

“It's a good bet they've already got Bri and the Curly Tops in on it, too,” Jack put forth.



“Jack, focus.  Why was Jenny carrying Bagel?”

“Danny, the kids are always playing with the rabbits.”

“During a protest?” the archaeologist challenged, which is what he thought was happening, even though he hadn't a clue what the children were protesting.

“Good point.”

“I guess we keep waiting.”

“Works for me,” Jack responded, surprising his husband with several loving kisses, something that would occupy their thoughts for quite a while.


Understanding that some type of mutiny was going to happen soon, Jack and Daniel were in the kitchen, preparing dinner.  It was actually Jennifer's duty, with assistance from David and Jenny, but the parents were, for the moment, letting the kids off the hook.

“Meat loaf is in the oven,” Jack reported.

“I'll let this simmer,” Daniel said about his sauce that was going to accompany an assorted mix of fried veggies.

“Dad, Daddy, may we talk to you, please,” Jennifer requested as she stood in the kitchen nook, her siblings behind her.

**Here it comes,** Jack spoke via the couple's special communication link.

**It doesn't look pretty,** Daniel observed as he walked behind the children to the living room.

“Please sit down,” Jenny invited, pointing at the sofa.

**Babe, Bagel,** Daniel pointed out about the white New Zealand rabbit that was now being held by Ricky.

**And Cream Cheese,** Jack noted, referring to the family's second rabbit, a black Holland Lop, that was snuggled into Brianna's arms.

“Kids, stay calm,” Jennifer reminded, too aware that the children's ire was strong and their emotions high.

“Dad, Daddy, mainly Dad,” Aislinn began.  “We want to know how you can let them do it.”

Cautiously, Jack responded, “Let who do what?”

“They kill rabbits!” Ricky exclaimed.

“How can you let them?” Aislinn asked boldly.

In seconds, all calm had fled.  The children's emotions were sky high, and they were talking over one another.

“We're not talking about Bugs,” Jonny complained.  “Bugs isn't real.”

“But Bagel is,” Jenny pointed out.

“And Cream Cheese,” Lulu stated sternly.

“And all the rabbits they kill,” Ricky added.

The kids kept on until Jack whistled loudly, silencing them.

“Attention!” the general ordered.

While the kids, including Jonny, did not snap to attention, they did become quite.

“We get you're upset and it has something to do with rabbits, but that's all Daddy and I can get when you're all shouting and talking at the same time.  I want one person, *one*, to tell us what's got your goat.”

The kids conferred and it was no real surprise that Little Danny was elected to be their representative.

“From the beginning and slowly,” Jack instructed.

“Well, Ash was SGC with Aunt Janet this afternoon and when she was there, she met an airman, and the airman had a buddy, and they were new, and they were talking about survival training at the Academy.”  Little Danny paused as he looked at Bagel and Cream Cheese and then wiped away a tear.  “The Air Force kills rabbits, just for training, just because.  It's not right, Dad.  It's one thing if you're actually lost and hungry for days, but it's another if you're just practicing.  The rabbits deserve to live, not be slaughtered so airman can learn how to kill them.”

Little Danny was too overcome to continue.  David walked over to the Munchkin and put his arm around the boy.  He decided to take up the cause.

“Dad, in high school, some kids have to dissect animals.  Now, though, they have alternatives to that.  It seems to us that the Air Force has a lot of alternatives they can explore without killing animals every year during survival training.”

Aislinn stepped forward and stared at her parents as she added, “Airman Boyles and his friend were bragging about how they learned to kill the rabbits and how much fun it was.”  Now the female Munchkin had tears falling down her face, too. “They said some of their friends at the Academy already knew how, but they had to prove it to their leaders, so they killed rabbits just because.  It's not right.”

“You have to stop it, Dad,” Little Danny choked out.  “Please stop it.”

Jack drew a breath and responded, “Kids, I'm retired, again, and there's not much I can do.  I never had control over the Academy.”  He saw eleven unhappy faces staring at him, and were Jeff home and not away at college, he knew it would be twelve.  “It's a Pentagon decision,” he added.

Even the kids were surprised when Jonny walked forward and asserted, “You saved the universe.  You kicked Goa'uld butt and saved Earth.  If you can do that, you can get them to stop killing rabbits if you want to.  I want you to want to.”

“For Bagel and Cream Cheese and Bugs Bunny,” JD interjected, his hand raised to pat Bagel since Ricky was standing next to him.

“Dad, Daddy, can't you at least try?” Jennifer asked calmly on behalf of her siblings.

Drawing a long breath, Jack was silently considering his options,  He truly felt survival training at the Air Force Academy was something out of his purview.  Suddenly, he was completely disarmed when both Brianna and Ricky walked over and placed both family rabbits in their dad's lap.

“Don't they matter?” Aislinn cried from her position by Little Danny.

“Of course, they do,” Jack replied, not sure what to do with the family pets.  “Daniel?”

“I'll finish dinner,” Daniel replied, standing up.  “I think you have some phone calls to make,” he told his husband.  “Ash, Ricky, please take Bagel and Cream Cheese back upstairs.  David and Jenny, I could use your help in the kitchen.  The rest of you can do whatever you like.  I'll let you know when dinner's done.”

“Yes, Daddy,” came a slew of responses.

Most of the children quickly went on their way, but Little Danny remained, standing silently in place.

~He's so sensitive.~  Daniel smiled at his namesake and then walked over to his son and embraced him.  “Danny, it's never easy to deal with something that goes against our beliefs.  I know how passionate you are about animals and that you don't ever like seeing an animal in pain or feel like they aren't being respected.  I understand that.  We have a turkey sanctuary because of those feelings, and there's nothing wrong with how you feel at all, but there is something I'd you to think about, and maybe even pass on to your brothers and sisters.”

Little Danny gently pulled back from the embrace and asked, “What, Daddy?”

“I want you to consider how you responded to what you learned today.  Everyone was angry, but when we respond from anger, we rarely accomplish anything.  Even when we do, we expend a lot of time and energy that are unnecessary, and sometimes we hurt people, people we love even.  Maybe if you took a step back first, considered the problem and then came up with a solution, the brood could have presented a calmer front and saved a lot of tears.”

Little Danny bowed his head.  He felt so sad for all the murdered rabbits.  His heart was completely broken.  It was as if he could hear the dying hares of the woods calling to him.

“Son, everyone accused Dad of ... well, you all acted like this was something he did.  He didn't, and to my knowledge, he's never had any connection with how the Air Force trains the cadets at the Academy.  Maybe you all might want to reconsider your presentation.  Maybe you should have made Dad aware of the problem and asked him to help, not assume he created or endorsed the problem. I love you and Dad loves you.  He's going to do his best to find a solution, but this isn't his decision and never was.  Now I'd like you to go upstairs and think about that.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Little Danny agreed.  He looked over at his dad and said, “I'm sorry, Dad.”

“It's okay.  We'll talk later,” Jack responded as he stood up.  He walked over to Daniel, the two men watching their son walk slowly up the stairs.  “Davis had to give Ash that rabbit,” he groaned, referring to Paul Davis who gifted the white rabbit to Aislinn six years ago.

“And who added Cream Cheese?” Daniel challenged.

“Bagel was lonesome,” Jack sighed, a true statement that was confirmed by the family vet at the time.

“By the way, Jack, have you ever been part of the Academy's training?  I mean, uh, other than what I know since we met?”

“I graduated from the Academy and I did my job, Daniel.  I've never spent a second thinking about the survival routine.  I did it, I survived it, and I went on to the next thing.”

“That's what I thought.”

After a pause, Jack opined about the kids, “This really matters to them.”

“It's murder,” Daniel stated.  He felt Jack's eyes on him, so he turned to face his soulmate.  “To our children, the unnecessary killing of any animal is murder.  They don't see training recruits on how to survive in the wilderness as necessary, and I think they're right.  There are other ways, Jack.”


“Are you going to try to help with their cause?”

“I don't even know who to call,” the older man remarked.

“You'll figure it out,” a confident Daniel responded.  He leaned over and kissed his Love.  “This is important to them, Jack.  I think the way their emotions overflowed proves that.  They need you to try, and so do I.”

“You do have a way with words, Angel.”

Daniel caressed Jack's face and then put his arms around his lover's neck while saying, “I love you, Jack.  I know how intense all of this sounds and I guess the reason I'm so ...”

“... emotional?”

“... connected...” Daniel smiled at his choice of word, “ because death has been too close to home recently, for all of us.  Maybe that's why the children were so emotional, but they do care about this.  I do know that regardless of the outcome, they won't blame you.  None of this was about you.”

“They discovered the problem and looked at dear old dad, the general, and figured I could change the Brass' collective minds about how to survival training.”

“Something like that.  Actually, Babe, it's a compliment.  The brood believes in you so much that they don't perceive this to be something that can't be changed.  You're their dad, and you can do anything.  They believe that.”  Daniel's fingers played gently with the hair on Jack's nape.  “Paul gave Bagel to Ash, who somehow heard a nasty story at SGC and felt threatened.  Little Danny has a difficult time handling any animal death, especially callous ones.  Jonny ...”

“Jonny looks up to his old man and figures I should be able to fix this, and if I can't, Danny, he's gonna endure a big letdown.”

“He won't, not if I know my husband, and I do know him.  Babe, I'd bet this house that you never thought about the training before, not once, but as soon as Little Danny explained the situation, it churned your stomach.  Tell me I'm wrong.”

Beautiful cerulean blue eyes gazed into pure brown ovals and had his answer.

“The man who throws fish back into the water won't stand around and let rabbits be slaughtered, not if there are alternatives and not if he has anything to say about it, and, Jack, you have something to say.  Maybe you can't change it, but there's no way you're not going to try.

“Wish me luck.”

After another kiss, Daniel joined David and Jenny in the kitchen, while Jack headed for his study to begin his quest.


Thirty minutes later, the brood came downstairs and noticed their older father was nowhere in sight.

“Where's Dad?” Little Danny asked.

“He's in the study,” Daniel told the kids.  He nodded permission to the unspoken question and advised, “You have five minutes before dinner is served.”

A minute later, Jack looked up from his desk and saw the brood at his door.  He smiled, after which the children, including Daniel's dinner helpers, walked inside.

“Dad, we're sorry,” Little Danny stated.

“We didn't mean to sound so mean,” Aislinn spoke contritely.  She ran up to Jack and reached out for him.  As he embraced her, she sniffled, “I love you, Dad.  I was so upset about the rabbits 'cause I kept thinking about Bagel and Cream Cheese.”

“Princess, you keep on getting upset when you see things that aren't right in this world.  It shows you're passionate about life.”

All of the children apologized and hugged their dad.

“Kids, I'm going to do my best, but this is the military and change can take time and cutting through a lot of red tape.  You'll have to be patient.”

“But you're trying and that's what matters to us,” Chenoa stated with a smile.

“We were wrong, Dad, not for how we feel, but because we took it out on you.  We're really sorry,” Little Danny spoke with lots of contrition.

“We've covered that,” the father responded with an assuring smile.  “It's done, over and out.  Now scram.  I want to get in another phone call before dinner.”

With hints of smiles, the children headed for the hospitality room to wait for dinner to be served.


“Let's go ahead and start,” Daniel suggested, deciding not to wait for Jack to join the family.

“Daddy, do you think we could help the Air Force stop killing rabbits?” Little Danny asked.

“Maybe.  Any ideas?”

The children began a combined process, physically eating and mentally thinking.

“We could write letters,” Aislinn suggested.  “Dad could tell us who to write.”

“How about a petition?” David suggested.  “We could spread the word.  I don't think very many people know about this.”

“David's right,” Brianna opined.  “We should get the media involved, contact the newspaper, call the TV stations, and the radio stations, too.”

“I know!” the middle Munchkin exclaimed.  “We could call PETA.”

“Who's PETA?” JD inquired.

“It's a what, JD, not a who,” Little Danny informed his brother.  “It's a group that advocates for animals.”

“What's av'cate?” JD asked.

“It means they work for the animals, to protect them from abuse,” Little Danny explained.

“And this is abuse,” Aislinn agreed sadly.

“Do you think they already know about it?” Jonny questioned his brother.

“I have no idea, but we should make sure they do,” the middle Munchkin put forth.

“We could picket,” Jenny offered enthusiastically.  “We could make signs and ...”

“Uh, well, let's try to avoid that one,” Daniel interjected, thinking it might be awkward to have a general's family picketing the Air Force Academy or wherever the children might decide to protest.  ~General Hammond might not like it, either.~

“Why?” Jonny questioned pointedly.

“Can't we picket the Air Force when they do something bad?” Lulu inquired.

Daniel looked into the faces of his children and realized he'd made a misstep.

“Yes, you can,” Daniel replied firmly, having changed his mind.  “Forget what I said.  Keep on ... thinking.”


Halfway through the brainstorming session that was disguised as a family meal, Jack returned.

“Glad you went ahead without me,” Jack teased as he sat down.

“We waited a while and I figured you were on a call,” Daniel explained.

“You were right as usual, Danny,” Jack returned as he began to put food on his plate.  “I have some news.”

“Did you get the Air Force to stop slaughtering our rabbits?” Aislinn asked with big, hopeful eyes.

“Not yet, Princess,” Jack responded, sad that he couldn't make Aislinn's now-sad face a happy one.  “I talked with a few old friends at the Pentagon and ran it by them.  They weren't necessarily thrilled with the notion of changing protocol.”

“Killing is not protocol,” Jenny refuted.

Ignoring the remark, Jack continued, “It's late in D.C., so I'll make more calls tomorrow, but now I have an idea of who to pester and what it might take.  In other words, kids, the ball is rolling, but you're going to have to give me some time.”

“Dad, we have ideas to help,” Aislinn advised.

With enthusiasm, the children listed all the ideas they'd thought of to help stop the killing.

“I like it,” Jack responded.  “Well done,” he praised.

“Even the picketing?” Jennifer questioned.

Jack looked over at Daniel, who was smiling, and replied, “The Air Force could use some picketing to shake things up.  If that's what you want to do, go for it.”

“Maybe we should ask Grandpa, too,” Brianna suggested.

“He'll probably want to make a sign and join you,” Jack teased, though he also believed it wasn't unrealistic for Hammond to do so.  ~He might enjoy flexing some of his retired general muscle, too.~

“Just like us,” Daniel added.

After taking a bite of Daniel's veggies with sauce, Jack suggested, “How about after dinner, we make a plan.  If my contacts come through, we can back it down, but otherwise, we'll be ready to go.”

Aislinn pushed her chair out, stood, ran over to Jack, and threw her arms around him as she declared, “I love you, Dad.  Thank you for helping the rabbits.”

“I'm on your side, Princess,” Jack reminded.  “Always,” he added.  “Finish your food.  We have to work to do.”

“Okay, Dad,” the eager Munchkin agreed before hurrying back to her seat.

“Danny, these veggies are great,” Jack praised.

“Thanks, Babe.”

“I love them, too, Daddy, especially with the baby bok choy you put in mine,” Little Danny mentioned.

The middle Munchkin was a turkvegan.  He tried not to eat turkey under any circumstances and while he did eat other meats, he did so more sparingly than he had in the past.  His parents supported the boy's choice, so whenever it was feasible, they altered his meal.  That was what happened on this night, with Daniel preparing a few extra ingredients for his son's veggie plate since for the boy, it was an entree and not simply a side dish.  With the special extras, Little Danny opted not to eat any of the meat loaf.

The conversation continued on a variety of topics as the family enjoyed the rest of their meal together.


“I still have some clout left,” Jack told his soulmate as they prepared for bed.

“I know.”

“How hard can it be to change a policy that's been in place since the sixties?”

“Not very.”

“The Brass must love rabbits,” the general speculated.

“Right,” Daniel groaned, not really believing it.



“It's time for a change.”

“I agree.”

With a smile, Jack walked over to his husband and scooped him into a loving embrace.

“I'm getting the program changed.  I'm not sure I can do it in time to stop this year's slaying of the rabbits, but it'll be the last year it happens.”

“You sound more self-assured tonight,” Daniel noted as his hands gently rubbed against his husband's hairy chest.

“They have alternatives.  Killing just to kill is barbaric.  The Air Force has been through a lot of changes in recent years.  This change should be an easy one to make.  I may have to make a trip to D.C., though.”

Daniel chuckled even as he nodded his understanding.

“What's so funny?”

“One thing that never seems to change, Jack, the Brass.”

“It takes a thick head to be part of the Brass,” Jack opined.

“There are some good ones,” Daniel reminded, even though he'd made his previous comment.  ~I think.  Sometimes.~

“I'll take the fifth,” the older man responded.  “Hey, I have an idea.  It'll drive those knuckleheads crazy.”

Daniel's smile grew as he listened to his lover's new plan.

“Scathingly brilliant,” the archaeologist opined.  “Uh, Babe, why don't we simplify it a bit.  I mean, uh, we agreed we'd stick close to home this summer.  I'm being selfish, but I'm not sure I want you gone, not even for a day or two. ”

“I'm all ears.”  Jack saw a mischievous grin on Daniel's face.  “Daniel, what are you thinking?”

“We need Thor and a lot of ears to make the Brass hare, uh, hear.”

Jack's head went back in laughter as he contemplated what Daniel was thinking.  Jack wouldn't need to go to D.C.  Instead, he'd send his representatives, a Pentagon full of rabbits of all shapes, sizes, and colors, all protected by the Asgard, of course, to prevent any harm from coming to them.

“That's one protest they won't be able to ignore,” Jack mused.  “Have I told you lately that I love the way you think.”

“Prove it.”

Jack did.

It had been a long day for the Jackson-O'Neills, one full of many emotions.  Now, though, it was ending on a positive note.  Jack and Daniel had a peaceful plan that they were confident would end the offensive and unneeded murder of rabbits by cadets during their summertime survival training.  Between the activist group PETA, media coverage, public outcry, and repeated invasions of rabbits wherever the Brass could be found, including their homes and homes of their children and grandchildren, the lovers were confident that 2016 would be the last year any rabbit was harmed in the name of training.  The barbaric practice would end, giving rabbit lovers everywhere a reason to rejoice.

As for this night, Jack and Daniel rejoiced in their own special way, re-dedicating themselves to their eternal nation of two.

Life in Colorado Springs was sometimes difficult, but for the Jackson-O'Neills, there were always happy endings.

~~Finis - Finished - Done - The End - But is it ever Really?~~

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