Jack O'Neill rose late, the clock by his bedside announcing it was almost noon. He didn't need to sleep that long, but of late it seemed there had been few enough chances to just kick back and relax, so an occasional day off was to be savored. A quick shower was followed by a trip to the gym, and the inevitable small gathering of fans. He waved to them as he went in, grinning at the cheer they raised, and put himself through his normal 90 minute session. Again, not really necessary .. not anymore ... but it helped maintain the illusion.<br/><br/>Afterwards, the numbers outside had grown to about 40 or 50. "Thanks for being so patient with me." he said, gesturing towards the nearby Starbucks. "So, let's go get some coffee, and hang for a bit." The others had called him crazy for doing this, but he'd made a point of it not to forget the people who had put him where he was. The fans (for the main) gave him his privacy when at home, and in return he would spend a few hours each week with them.<br/><br/>Most coffee places wouldn't be overly thrilled at the thought of 50 rock and metal fans invading the place, but Jack had them promise to be on their best behaviour, and since he was buying, they generally obliged.