Pi Versus Pie

Author:  Orrymain
Category:  Slash, Humor, Romance, Established Relationship
Pairing:  Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating:  PG-13
Season:  Beyond the Series - March 14, 2015
Spoilers:  Thor's Chariot
Size:  35kb, short story
Written:  March 14, 2015
Summary:  It's Pi Day, a time for math lessons and a time to reflect on SG-1's first meeting with Thor of the Asgard.
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) Math experts, please forgive me.  Math is not my thing, but I did my best to present this as best I could.  Corrections and suggestions for accuracy are always welcomed and invited.

Pi Versus Pie
by Orrymain

“What's the big deal?” Jonny, age eight-and-a-half, groaned as he measured a can of stewed tomatoes.

“Because it helps engineers design things,” Little Danny answered as he finished his computation.


“It's too complicated for me,” ten-year-old Lulu sighed as she stared at her empty Pepsi can.

“I thought we were gonna have pie,” Ricky complained while tying the string he held in his hand into a bunch of knots.

“We're studying pi, Ricky,” Jenny told her twin.

“While we're eating it?” Ricky asked, earning him a gentle slap from the redhead.  “Ouch, Jenny.”

“Oh, that didn't hurt,” Jenny replied.  Seeing the boy's sad eyes, she leaned over and kissed the spot she'd hit.  “Better?”

Ricky grinned and asked, “So when do we get to eat the pie?”

“It's still morning,” Chenoa reminded, yawning as she lamented not being allowed to sleep in.

“So what's the deal about pi?” Jonny asked again.

Walking over to the head of the long table in the hospitality room, Jack, who had heard the conversation as he'd entered, advised, “Today is Pi Day, that's Pi -- p ... i ... no e.”

“I'd rather have the pie with an e, please,” Ricky requested as he rested his face in his hands on the table.

“Elbows,” Jack stated simply.

“Ah, gee whiz, Dad,” Ricky whined.  Seeing the fatherly glare, the boy removed his elbows from the table and leaned back in his chair.  “I thought we were gonna have pie.”

“Let's focus,” Jack urged.  “What's pi?”

“Food!” Jonny and Ricky called out together.

“Gentlemen, focus!” Jack ordered more strongly than he had the first time.  “I repeat, what is pi?”

“It's the circumference of a circle,” Aislinn answered without looking at the study notes that her parents had given them earlier in the week.

“What's a circ... circomeper ... that thing?” Jonny questioned.

~Chip off the old block,~ Jack mused about his namesake, especially since he could see Jonny had already done the first part of the assignment and obviously knew exactly what was being discussed.  “Little Danny,” he called out calmly.

“Circumference is the outer boundary, usually of a circle,” the child prodigy answered.  He looked at Jonny and elaborated, “Like a perimeter.  Should I tell you what that is, too?”

Jack's head bowed and he coughed in an attempt not to laugh, but even though he managed to refrain from the outward reaction, inwardly, he thought, ~Another chip off the old block: snarky geek junior.~

“I know what a perimeter is,” Jonny returned.

“Then you know what a circumference is, don't you?” the middle Munchkin challenged.

“Little Danny, my image,” Jonny whispered as he leaned into his brother.

Little Danny just rolled his eyes and then looked over to his father for what was to come next in the class.

“I see everyone has a round object,” Jack noted as he observed the Munchkins, the Spitfires, and the Curly Tops as they sat at the long table.  “Let's start by measuring the circle's circumference.  Lulu, what does that mean we're doing?”

“I don't know, Dad,” Lulu sighed, bowing her head.

Jack walked over to the side of the table and kneeled down beside the girl's chair. He took the empty can and held it in his hands.  Glancing at Lulu to make sure she was watching him, he reached for the measuring tape and wrapped it around the outer rim of the can.

“What did I just measure?”

“The can,” Lulu responded.

“Be a bit more precise, Lulu.”

“It's ... the rim of the can,” the youngster answered.

“Perfect!” Jack praised.  “Circumference is a big word, but all it means for us right now is how big is the circle at its edge.”

“Oh!” Lulu expressed brightly.

“Now the next thing we do is measure the diameter, another word that's a bit big for my taste,” Jack remarked.  “Jenny, what's the diameter?”

“It's the distance across the middle of the circle,” the intelligent redhead stated.

“Be more precise,” the general instructed.

“It's the longest distance, going straight and through the center,” Jenny responded thoughtfully.

“Yeah, no zigzag detours,” Jonny joked.

“Great!” Jack complimented.

“Can you show me, Lulu?” Jack asked, giving the can and measuring tape to the curly-haired brunette.

“Well, I'd measure from this side of the can to that side of the can and make sure I go through the middle.  Is that right, Dad?”

“Almost.  Where do you want to measure, down here where it expands or up at the top?”

“At the top,” Lulu replied with a grin.

“Well done, Li'l Bit,” Jack complimented as he stood up.  “Remember, for our purposes, you need to measure at the rim of your circle.  The reason?  Jonny?”

“Because we can't measure the diameter properly when it's a funny shape.”

“He means that if we measured the bulge, the circle would be bigger than at the top or the bottom,” Little Danny explained.  “We'd have to cut the can or the cup where we measured the diameter in order to get the correct circumference.”

“Bingo!” Jack acknowledged with a smile.  “Okay, I want to see everyone showing me the circumference and the diameter of your objects.”

The father watched discerningly to ensure each one of the children successfully accomplished the task.  Some of them measured carefully with measuring tape while others used a string and then put the string next to a ruler to do their calculations.  The objects being used in the assignment ranged from food cans and clocks to long sticks and the aforementioned string and rulers.

Jack walked the perimeter as he reviewed the children's work.  He couldn't  help himself and paused by his namesake.

“Son, I just walked around this table.  What do we call that?”

“Walking the perimeter,” Jonny answered.

“Correct.  Why isn't it walking the circumference?”

“Circ means circle,” Jonny began, “so a circumference means walking a circle, but a perimeter is walking a rectangle.”

“That's my boy,” Jack responded, mussing the boy's sandy blond hair for a moment before making one more pass around the table.

The kids worked diligently, some doing multiple experiments as they waited for their other siblings to finish their work.

“Okay, now for the real fun,” Jack told the assembled brood.  “Divide the circumference by the diameter.  When you do that, you get pi!”

“Pecan pie?” Ricky questioned hopefully.

“Mathematical pi,” Jack corrected with scolding eyes.

“Bummer,” the Spitfire sighed, though he went quickly to work on the next part of the assignment.

“Go ahead and figure it out.  Remember, you are measuring the distance around the circle, which is the circumference.  Then you're determining the distance between two points of the circle, going through the middle to do so.  That's the diameter.  Then you're dividing the diameter into the circumference and that gives you the ratio of a circumference of a circle to its diameter, or pi.”

“Dad sounds like Daddy,” Jonny muttered under his breath, never looking up at Jack.

Little Danny chuckled and retorted, “That's why Daddy's not here.  He doesn't like math.  Dad can always outtalk Daddy on math.”

“You two need more work?”

“No, Sir,” both boys quickly responded as they worked on their tasks.

A minute later, Jack asked, “What's the result?”  All of the answers were at least three, to which the father explained, “And that's good enough for pi.  Later on, we'll learn more the symbol for pi and the calculations we use with it, but for today, we're keeping it at its most basic elements.”  He smiled and asked, “What's unique about pi?”

“It's ...” Ricky began.

“Son, your response had better be on point.”

“Nuts,” the stubborn youngster responded.

“One more time,” Jack stated.  “What's unique about pi?”

Aislinn responded, “It goes on forever.  There's no end to it, just like there's no end to how much pie Ricky can eat.”  She giggled, “Sorry, Dad.”

“Sure, you are.”  With a smile, Jack continued, “You're right, though.  Pi is infinite and it doesn't have a pattern.”

“You mean it's long winded,” Jonny commented, his smirk bursting to come out.

Jack laughed in a haunting sort of way as he affirmed, “Yes, Son, that's correct.  In fact, mathematicians have calculated pi into the trillions.”

“That's a lot of numbers, Dad,” Jenny replied.

“You betcha!” Jack responded.  “Pi is forever and here's the big deal.  It never repeats, not once.  Do you know what that means?”

“We need more paper to write it out?” Chenoa joked, earning a lot of laughter from her siblings.

“Noa, there isn't enough paper in the world to write out the full Pi because ... why?”

“There's no end to pi, Dad,” Little Danny responded.  “It's like you said, there's no pattern and it never repeats itself, so it just goes on and on.  Pi has everything in it.  It has all our numbers in it.”

“What do you mean?” Lulu asked as she looked across the table at the Munchkin.

“Well, it has our birthdays, our social security numbers ...”

“Huh?” Ricky interjected.  “Do we have those?”

“Everyone has one.  We're just too young to think about it yet,” Little Danny explained.  “Anyway, pi has every number you can think of.  If it's a number, it's there.”

“It's just a really big number, but does it really mean anything?” Chenoa asked in earnest.

“Pi's very important to engineers and scientists who need exact computations,” Jack responded.  “We use it more than you think, Noa, and later on in our studies, we'll discuss that further.”  He thought for a moment and then added, “Pi is infinite and that means it exceeds your imaginations.”  He picked up a piece of string and said, “Let's back up for a second.  We've said pi doesn't end.  In math, that's called an irrational number.”

“It's crazy?” Ricky questioned, causing the kids to chuckle.

“I think it's crazy,” David commented as he walked into the room.  “Dad, sorry to interrupt, but are you going to be able to pick me up at three?  Mister Smith wanted me to make sure.”

“Yep, you're on the schedule.  Before you go, tell your brothers and sisters about an irrational number.”

“It doesn't mean crazy.  It only means a number keeps going.  For example, one-fourth equals point two-five.  Basically, any number that can't be expressed as a simple fraction, that is, in two digits, is irrational.  A lot of square roots are irrational.”

“Dad, I'm lost,” Lulu admitted.

“Sorry, Lulu,” David, who was just a month shy of being fourteen, spoke.  “Hey, tonight if you want, I'll show you what I mean, on paper, so you can see it.”

“Thanks, David,” the girl replied.

“Don't worry too much about irrational numbers.  They're rare and it just means they're endless.  Any whole number will be rational and any number that can be expressed as a fraction is a rational number.”

“If you say so,” Ricky responded.

“Gotta go.  Have fun,” David called out as he headed for the front door.

“No detours,” Jack reminded about the boy's trip to the movies and lunch with a few friends.  “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” the teenager returned.

“Who's crazy idea was pi anyway?” Jonny asked, though his query was more rhetorical than anything else.

“Actually, Son, pi goes back to the Babylonians and early Egyptians,” Daniel noted as he walked in holding the youngest member of the brood, JD.  “How's it going?” he asked his husband.

“Lots of humor,” Jack advised with a satirical tone.

Daniel nodded and then talked to the children, elaborating, “In ancient times, there was recognition of pi and they made approximations about what pi actually was.  We've mentioned Archimedes in our studies and one of the reasons we remember him is because he improved the understanding of pi in his lifetime.”

Jack looked at his watch and asked his Love, “Ready?”

“They're in the kitchen.”

“What's in the kitchen?” the children all asked in scattered voices, heads twisting around and looking back towards the room.

“Steady,” Jack urged.  “Today is Saturday, March 14, 2015.”  With a bit of a smirk, he queried, “Does anyone know what that means.”

Little Danny and Jenny both gasped and it was Jenny who called out the loudest, answering, “It's pi!”

“Pie?” Ricky asked.  “Chocolate pie, I hope.”

“Oh, Ricky,” Jenny chastised.

“Explain,” Jack instructed.

“Pi is three point one four one five ... and onward,” Jenny stated.  “It's in our study notes.”

“Way to go, Red,” Jack praised.  “Did anyone else read the notes?”

“I did,” Little Danny responded.

“Me, too,” Ricky admitted with a sly chuckle.

“You did not!” Jonny accused.

“I did, too,” Ricky argued.  “Jenny's right about pi, but she didn't go far enough.  It goes three point one four one five nine two six five three ... and on.  That's what was in the notes!”

“Caught!” Jack laughed.

“Oops!” Ricky chuckled, his cover blown by his debate with his older brother.

“Pi is only expressed in a real time once every hundred years or so, and that time in this century is coming up in just a few minutes,” Jack announced.  “This may be the only time in your lives when the first ten digits of pi are seen in this way.”

“So to celebrate Pi Day, we're having pie.  You have your choice of apple, chocolate cream, or pecan,” Daniel told the brood.

“Yeah, we get pie!” Ricky cheered.

“We'll take up the subject of pi and do a few demonstrations next week,” Jack mentioned.

“No more school this weekend?” Jenny asked with hopeful eyes.

“Nah.  We just set this up for fun,” Jack answered, laughing at the happy reactions of the children.  “Okay, it's select your pie time, but no one eats until it's pi time.  Got it?”

“Got it, Dad,” came multiple responses.

“Ash, help JD choose, okay,” Daniel requested as he put the boy down.

The parents stood together as their children headed eagerly into the kitchen.

“You know, Babe, pi still confuses me.”

“Me, too, but don't tell them,” Jack teased, leaning in for a kiss before heading into the kitchen.


That evening, the entire family, except for Jeff who was away at college and JD who was already asleep in his room, was gathered together in the recreation room.  They'd enjoyed a hearty dinner and were watching a Disney movie on the large TV screen.  When it ended, the conversation of pi and pie came up once again.

“I think it's just a big number that someone created to confuse us,” Ricky opined, unable to hide his chuckle.

“Dad, Daddy, why do I need to know about pi?” Lulu questioned.

“Well, it's just a good thing to know if you need to precise in measurements,” Daniel answered.  “Even if you aren't good at math, you never know when it might come in handy.”

“How?  Why?” the girl asked skeptically.

“Well, Lulu, actually, uh, we met Thor because of pi,” Daniel admitted, glancing at his lover for a silent permission to tell the children about the incident.

“Really?” several children replied curiously.

Jack responded to the unspoken query by saying, “While Teal'c and I were trying to fend off some unfriendlies, Daddy and Aunt Sam were playing games.”

“We weren't playing games,” Daniel corrected.

“Tell us, Daddy,” Brianna requested, leaning forward on the ottoman she was seated on.

In fact, the entire brood's demeanor had shifted upon the possibility of hearing a new SG-1 story.  Some of the kids sat up straighter while others leaned forward in their seats like Brianna.  A few actually picked up their floor pillows and maneuvered closer to the sofa where Jack and Daniel were sitting to hear the tale.

“Okay, well, we were on a planet called Cimmeria.  We, SG-1, had been there once before and we returned because we got word that the Goa'uld were trying to enslave the people.  Jack?”

All of a sudden, Daniel found himself wondering how much to tell the children, which accounted for his shout out to his husband.

“Kids, the truth is that the first time we were there, we accidentally knocked out a safeguard that kept the Goa'uld from hurting the Cimmerians,” Jack stated.

“Why didn't I say that?”

“Because you thought too much about the gory stuff that you don't want us to know about yet,” Jonny answered.

“Oh, well, yes, you're right,” Daniel agreed.  “Uh, anyway, the device Dad mentioned was from Thor.  We hadn't met Thor yet and didn't really know who or what he was beyond what we knew from our mythology.  A friend of ours on Cimmeria, Gairwyn, told us about the Hall of Thor's Might.  She said if we could get there, she was sure Thor would be of assistance.”

“Thor has a hall?”

“Well, that's a little complicated to answer,” the archaeologist admitted, “but let's just say Thor had a place set up and Gairwyn said that in this hall, Thor had placed all of his powers to help the people.”

“Weapons?” Jonny questioned.

“You would think so, now wouldn't you?” Jack asked a bit flippantly as he thought back to the events of many years before.

Ignoring his soulmate's interjection, Daniel continued, “So while Dad and Teal'c were helping the warriors of Cimmeria to hold back the Goa'uld, Aunt Sam and I went with Gairwyn to the hall, except it wasn't really a hall, it was a ... a monument.”

“And you know Daddy,” Jack interrupted.  “Daddy likes to touch things.”

“If I hadn't touched it, Jack, we'd probably be dead.”

“Dead?” Chenoa asked vulnerably.

“He's kidding, Noa,” Jennifer assured.  “Um, maybe you two should rethink how you're telling the story,” she suggested in what was the only time she could remember having to make such a remark to her normally very careful parents.

“Good point,” Daniel acknowledged.

“It's been a long day,” Jack rationalized.  “Daddy likes to explore.  It's one of his strengths.”

“Thank you, Babe.”

“You're welcome, Angel.”

Aislinn whispered to Jenny, “They're gonna silly fight later.”

“Ya think?” Jenny giggled softly.

“It makes sense to me,” Little Danny noted.

“That makes sense,” Jack opined with a smirk at his lover.

“What happened when you touched it, Daddy?” David queried, hoping to get his parents back on track.

“We were transported to a hall,” Daniel answered.

“Was Thor there?” Chenoa asked.

“Not exactly,” the archaeologist replied.  He sighed, “There was a hologram.”

“Of Thor?” Jonny queried.

“Of ... a Viking with a ... a big, booming voice who said he was Thor,” Daniel explained.  “He was testing us.”

“How come?” Aislinn asked.

“We thought it might be to make sure we were worthy of his powers,” Daniel explained.  “So, it was a bit of journey.  I, uh, had to overcome my fear of heights.”

“You're afraid of heights?” Brianna asked.  “Really?”

“He's teasing,” Jenny put forward, not believing her parents were ever afraid of anything.  ~Not my dad and daddy!~

“Oh, yeah,” Daniel affirmed emphatically.  “But at one point I believed Gairwyn's life was in danger, so I conquered my fear to save her.  Just when I thought I was going to fall, everything cleared.  It was pretend, but a very realistic pretend.”

“Thor has a wicked sense of humor,” the general groaned.

“We hoped we'd get Thor's powers then, but we learned that was a test for selflessness and bravery,” Daniel recalled.  “Then we had to solve the riddle of the runes.”

“What are runes?” Ricky asked.

“Letters,” the linguist answered.  “More specifically, letters used in alphabets belonging to Germanic and Scandinavian languages.  We were on a planet that followed the Norse evolution so that was the language of the land.  The first images weren't of the alphabet, though.  They were representations of ideas.  Um, the first one was related to Thor's protective powers, the second was Fate, the third movement, and the fourth one was Thor's chariot, which I assumed meant his spaceship.  Those were easy, but then there were these geometric shapes and I had no idea what they were about.”

“But you figured it out, huh, Daddy,” Little Danny asserted with pride.

“He always does,” Jack agreed softly, sharing a smile with his Love.

“Thor, or the hologram we assumed was Thor, appeared and told us there was no shame in not being ready, but I convinced him to give us another minute,” Daniel told his family.

“Daddy likes to let the tension grow.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Daniel, no one draws out a dramatic moment like you do.  Remember the tomb?” the general asked his archaeologist.

“That's another story.”

“But the point is there.”

“Silly fight later,” Jenny interjected.  “We wanna know how you figured out the riddle.”

**Silly fight,** Jack laughed via the couple's special communication.

**It's accurate,** Daniel noted.

**Finish the story so we can silly fight more and then make up with hot sex!**


The older man simply smiled luringly at his Love.

“Daddy!” Jonny demanded.

“Sorry.  Okay, where was I?  Oh yeah, the runes,” Daniel noted, reminding himself of his place.  “I realized that on the walls, there were three sets of images.  One wall had runes that expressed ideas; another wall had pictographs on it, and then the third wall had the geometric shapes that really confused me.  It occurred to me that the runes not only went from ideas to letters, but they also represented numbers as well.  I looked at the images and noted that they stood for three, fourteen, and fifteen.”

“Pi!” Little Danny exclaimed.

“Exactly,” Daniel acknowledged.  “But in full disclosure, it was Aunt Sam who pointed that out.  I only identified the numbers.  She's the one who made the connection.”

“You would have, Daddy,” Chenoa insisted.

“Math is not one of my best subjects,” the man negated.

“If Aunt Sam wasn't there, you would have thought of it,” Jenny asserted strongly.

“Thank you for your votes of confidence,” Daniel replied.

**Gotta love our brood, Angel.  They believe we can do almost anything,** Jack told his lover.

**I'm not sure if that's good or bad.**

**Frankly, I don't care because it sure feels good.**

**Gawd, it does,** Daniel conceded in his mind.

“Is that when you met Thor, Daddy?” Jonny asked.

“Well, not exactly,” Daniel responded.  “You see, we thought that solving the riddle of the runes would show Thor we were worthy of his powers, which we thought were weapons.  We were wrong.”

“We?  We?” Jack challenged.

“Okay, me.  I was wrong.”

Jack saw the scowling faces and regretted his challenge, but couldn't think of a way out.  He'd have to rely on the forgiving nature of the brood to survive the rest of the night.

The storyteller continued, “After I drew the answer ...”

“You had to draw it?” Lulu queried.

“Pi is an Earth term, Lulu.  One of the shapes on the wall was a circle, so I went to the wall and drew a line from the center of the circle to the bottom.”

“By the way, kids, that's called the radius.  A radius is half of the diameter.  That's one of the elements we'll be discussing next week in detail,” Jack remarked.

Daniel continued, “The image was made of sand and it fell away, revealing a stone.  I pushed it and things changed.  We turned back to the hologram of the Viking Thor and saw it disappear, replaced by ...”

“... a little gray butt,” Jack completed for his Love.

The kids laughed, having heard the reference to the Asgard many times before.

“Right,” Daniel confirmed.  “He told us he was the actual one we know as Thor.  We were ... stunned.  For years, we'd all seen images of aliens who supposedly visited Earth and there he was, right in front of us.  He looked just like those pictures and descriptions.  It really surprised us.  Even Gairwyn was shaken.  She and her people thought of Thor as this big, tall, strong Viking and there he was ...”

“... a little gray butt,” Jack repeated, happy when the children laughed again.  ~I may be safe after all.~

“That's all neither here nor there really,” the archaeologist sighed.  “We found out that Thor had arranged all those tests to monitor the advancement of the Cimmerian civilization so he'd know when they were ready to meet and interact with the Asgard.  I had to tell him how we'd destroyed the hammer, uh, that was the device that kept Cimmercia safe by preventing the Goa'uld to survive on the planet, and that the Goa'uld were actually there, at that moment.  He wasn't happy, especially when I asked for weapons.”

“What did Thor say?”

“Nothing.  He, uh, kicked us out of the hall.  I had no idea what he was going to do.  Aunt Sam and I had to go back to Dad and tell him that there weren't any weapons.”

“But what about Gairwyn?” Little Danny asked.

“She disappeared.  As it turned out, she was with Thor,” Daniel told the kids.

“Dad, did you yell at Daddy when he told you about the weapons?” Jenny asked.

Jack stared at his daughter.  How was he going to get out of this one?

“Dad was disappointed.  We were outnumbered on Cimmeria.  You have to realize that Dad cares very much about the people put in his charge.  It was our fault that the Goa'uld were on Cimmeria and innocent people had died as a result.  Dad was counting on me to be right.  I misunderstood Thor's presence on Cimmeria.  That was my mistake.”

“He yelled,” Aislinn spoke up.

“But it was okay,” Jenny agreed.

“Dad was doing his job,” Jonny opined.

“And Daddy was doing his,” Little Danny added.

“What happened?” Chenoa questioned, wanting to know the end of the story.

“Daniel,” Jack warned lightly.

The younger man acknowledged the verbal reminder.  He agreed that it wasn't prudent to state yet again that SG-1 was about to be killed by the Goa'uld when Thor came to their rescue.  As a result, Daniel glossed over the facts as he completed the story.

“Thor used Asgard technology to send the Goa'uld away and then he gave Gairwyn a message to give to us,” Daniel explained.

“What message?” Brianna asked.

“According to Gairwyn, he said that his species had visited Earth often, that they were a friend to all and a protector of all.”

“Except the Goa'uld, obviously,” Jack added.

“Then he said something that SG-1 heard a lot through the years,” Daniel sighed.  He looked at Jack and smiled.  Then both of them, in unison, said, “We're much too young.”

“What does that mean?” Ricky asked.

“It means we have a lot to learn,” Jack responded with acceptance.  “I didn't like hearing that, but he was right.”

“But we know Thor, so you did meet him,” Jonny stated, feeling somewhat confused.

“Yes, and that's another story for another time, but, actually, as Dad said a minute ago, Thor was right.  Earth is much too young for what we ended up in the middle of.  Even so, we're curious.  Our curiosity makes us seek out that which we do not know.”

“Okay, kids, story time is over,” Jack advised the brood.

“Get ready for bed and Dad and I will be up in a while,” Daniel added.

The younger kids were chatting about the story as they headed upstairs, while Jennifer, Brianna, and David lagged behind.

“So what didn't you tell us?” Jennifer questioned.

“Not much,” Daniel answered.

“It was a close call, Jen,” Jack affirmed for his oldest daughter.

“What happened to the Goa'uld on Cimmeria?” Brianna queried.

“Dead,” Daniel responded truthfully.  “The Asgard were at war with the Goa'uld, just like we were, and Thor had promised to keep the Cimmerians safe.  He did what he had to do.”

“Some of the suckers escaped through the Stargate,” Jack admitted.

“Heru'ur,” Daniel stated in recollection.

“Was Thor really mad at you, Daddy?” David questioned.

“Oh yeah, I think so, but I hoped that by being honest with him that he might understand, and I guess he did; well, Jack anyway.”

“Okay, what do you mean by that?” Jack asked.

“Jack, you remember the next time we saw Thor.  He ignored me, acted like we'd never met.  He latched onto you.”

“You're jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Oh, yes.”

“You're ... irrational, O'Neill,” Daniel accused, breaking out into a laugh at his intentional accusation that was a pun dealing with the math lesson from that morning.

The lovers shared a kiss and then Daniel told the three children, “It ended well.  When Thor cleaned up Cimmeria and returned Gairwyn to the planet, we could see his ship, the Biliskner.  It was very impressive.”

“My kind of chariot.”

“Thanks for the story, Daddy,” Brianna stated as she leaned forward to give Daniel a kiss.  “I'm going to read another chapter in my book before bed.  Night, Jen, David.”

Jennifer and David also began heading for their rooms.

“Hey, wait up,” Jack instructed.  “Pop quiz.  On Pi Day, how many digits play out in real time?”

“Oh brother,” a clueless Jennifer sighed.

“Ten,” David answered, shrugging when he looked at his sister Mouseketeer.

“That's correct,” Daniel confirmed.  “And when does that happen?”

“It already did, Daddy, this morning,” Brianna explained.

“But I'm not military,” the archaeologist hinted.

“Son.” Jack called out quickly, seeing the boy about to answer.  He used his hand and made the motion of closing his lips with a zipper.  “Zip it!”

Jennifer's eyes widened as she realized the pie at the end of the pi quiz was in reach.

“I don't get it,” Brianna sighed.

“It's pi, Bri.  Okay, think.  I know this,” Jennifer told herself.

David was chomping on the bit, dying to answer the question.

“Today in five minutes,” Daniel hinted, nearly telling the girls the entire thing.

“Today,” Brianna repeated as she thought.  “It's Satur... oh.  Okay, well, March  ... ack, numbers!” she mumbled.  “Three one ...”

“Daddy's story, Bri!” Jennifer exclaimed.

The girls laughed and then both answered, “Three point fourteen fifteen ...”

“Ut!  Ut!” Jack interrupted, shaking his head.  “The formal way, not the way Daddy got there.”

“Huh?” Jennifer responded.

“Three point one four one five,” Brianna began.  She looked at her watch and continued, “nine two six.”

“We just said pi is revealed for ten digits.  You gave us eight,” Daniel pointed out with an innocent smirk.

“To the second?” Brianna questioned.  “Geez,” she expressed incredulously as she shot her head back and made a circle of frustration.

“Dad!  Daddy!” David beckoned.

“Give them a hint,” Daniel permitted.

David wanted to shout out the answer, but knew that would be too much of a hint, so he looked at his sisters and said, “In totality, it's somewhere in last sixth and it rhymes with what I really need to do, so please hurry!”

Jack let out a roar, leaning forward and clapping his hands a couple of times.

“What he needs to do?” Brianna asked.

“Just count, Bri,” Jennifer suggested.  “Thirty ...”

“Nope,” Daniel negated quickly, feeling his son's bodily needs growing.

“Forty,” Jennifer called out, immediately seeing her parents shaking their heads.

“Five one, five two, five...” Brianna let out a giant laugh as she realized what David needed to do.  She took a breath and called out, “Three point one four one five nine two six five three.”

“Big pieces of pie for the pi fans in the cupboard.  You can take them upstairs,” Daniel permitted.

“Thanks, Daddy!” the children called out as they hurried away.

“Hey!” Jack objected.

“You, too, Dad!” Jennifer chuckled just as she found the designated pies, handing the individual boxed pies to her siblings.

Jack and Daniel could hear the charge for the stairs from their son and laughed for a minute.  In seconds, they were alone, sitting together on the sofa in the rec room.

“He was mad, Jack, and he did ignore me.”

“He got over it, Danny,” Jack noted about Thor's response to Daniel back in the early days.  ~Gotta admit.  He did ignore Danny a little.~

“How about admitting that to me?” the younger man requested.

“And destroy my image?”  Jack saw the stare and opted to go with the truth.  “Okay, Thor had a burr up his little gray butt those first couple of years, but, Angel, don't you think naming a huge honkin' spaceship after you was a nice way of saying 'I'm sorry'?”

“He named the first one after you,” Daniel retorted.


“Yes, it was a ... a nice thing.”

“And he loves you now and you know it.”

Daniel bobbed his head in acquiescence as he stood up and suggested, “How about enjoying the moonlight for awhile?”

“Love it,” Jack agreed and stood up.  “Angel, Jenny was right.”

“Jenny? Right about what?”

“If Carter hadn't been there, you would have figured out that pi business.”

“I don't know.  I doubt I would have put it together.”

“The one thing I know for sure in this world, Danny, is that when the chips are down, that brain of yours goes into overdrive.  Carter was there to supplement the mental power, but you could have done it on your own.  I believe that and I believe in you.”

The couple kissed, more than once, and simply stood, gazing into each other's eyes.  Then they heard a squawk.

“Moonlight.  Go!  Ptolemy sleep.”

“That dang bird thinks she can kick us out of our own house,” Jack complained.

“Jack, you have two choices,” Daniel began.  “You can stay here and argue with Ptolemy, or you can go outside with me and enjoy the moonlight and ... other things.  What's your choice?”

“Sleep well, Polly,” Jack wished as he waved at the majestic bird.

As the couple passed through the kitchen, Daniel reached into the oven and grabbed a box.

“What's that?”

“It's the last piece of pie,” Daniel answered.  “I thought we could share it.”

“That's my kind of pie,” Jack agreed.  “Nice job on the hiding place.”

“Thank you, Babe.”

It had been a long but fun-filled day for the Jackson-O'Neills.  Knowing that Pi Day would never come again in their lifetime, Jack and Daniel made sure that this unique day would be the best it could be.  Now the lovers would finish off Pi Day with pie in a way that they'd never forget.  Life was good, and tasty, in Colorado Springs.

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

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