Rating: PG13. Humour. Slash implied.

Spoilers/Warnings: Mild spoilers for 'Chain Reaction'. Parody.

Summary: A thorough and totally unrepentant abuse of classic fairy tales.

Notes | Disclaimer

Once upon a Time, in a Kingdom called Colorado, there lived a young man named Cinderdaniel. Well, technically, his name wasn't really Cinderdaniel, it was, in fact, Daniel Jackson and Cinderdaniel was a derogatory nickname that had been imposed upon him by his family, who were clearly threatened by his superior intellect, intuitive brilliance and stunning good looks, but that's really beside the point here... Um, where were we?

Ah, yes, the young man named Cinderdaniel. Well Cinderdaniel, like so many young men, dreamed of adventure and romance, but despaired that he would ever find either. For alas, Cinderdaniel's wicked stepfather Lord Bauer was dismissive of Cinderdaniel's dreams, snidely remarking that no one would want to take a "civilian", aka an egg-headed geek on a grand and potentially dangerous adventure, an opinion that was shared by Cinderdaniel's equally wicked and less than attractive stepbrothers Maybourne and Makepeace. They cruelly mocked poor Cinderdaniel, telling him to stay in his corner reading his books and playing with his "rocks," and leave the adventuring up to "soldiers" like themselves.

Then one day, word arrived that His Royal Hotness, the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack, was searching for a companion to accompany him on a grand adventure. The kingdom was abuzz with anticipation and speculation as to who would be the lucky one chosen to join Prince Jack on his exciting adventure, and with any luck, on Prince Jack's bed, which most certainly would qualify as an exciting adventure in anyone's book. The news spread far and wide that his father King George was holding a grand recruitment soiree at his palace nestled in Cheyenne Mountain to allow Prince Jack to "scope out" all the possible companions in the land and select the perfect one.

Cinderdaniel was dizzy with excitement. This was just the opportunity he was hoping for! He was sure he could convince Prince Jack that he was the ideal companion to accompany him on his adventures. And the fact that Prince Jack was reputed to be hotter than a house on fire had nothing to do with his excitement. Nope, not at all, totally irrelevant to the subject at hand. But a nice bonus, dontcha agree?

But alas, when Cinderdaniel expressed his desire to attend the recruitment soiree and meet Prince Jack, all he received was derision and scorn from his wicked (and quite frankly pretty clueless) stepfather Lord Bauer and his wicked (and well, let's just say none to bright) stepbrothers Maybourne and Makepeace. "You?" they said "What would the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack want with you? What he needs is a soldier, not a bookworm like you. Go back into your corner Cinderdaniel and read your books and play with your rocks and leave the adventuring to us!"

Cinderdaniel was devastated, but refused to give in to despair. He would find a way to attend Prince Jack's recruitment soiree, though he was at a loss as to how to do so. Cinderdaniel stood forlornly at the window, watching as his wicked stepfather and equally wicked stepbrothers left to attend the grand recruitment soiree. Cinderdaniel pouted and sulked and wracked his brains, then pouted and sulked some more. There had to be a way to attend the recruitment soiree! There just had to be!

Suddenly, a giant puff of smoke filled the room, making poor Cinderdaniel gasp and choke. When the smoke dissipated, he found himself face to face with a truly odd sight: a large, muscular, dark skinned man dressed in a sparkly pink dress with a tiara on his head and a glittery wand grasped in his hand like a fearsome weapon. Cinderdaniel was momentarily taken aback by the sight and was, in fact, quite curious as to how this man managed to keep his tiara firmly in place without any hair to anchor it.

The large, muscular, dark skinned man looked at him, raising one quizzical eyebrow before speaking. "CinderDaniel. I am Teal'c of Chulak," he intoned gravely "I am your Fairy Godfather."

"My Fairy Godfather?" Cinderdaniel asked somewhat bemusedly.

"Indeed." The man replied with a slight but dignified nod of his head.

"Oh," was Cinderdaniel's less than erudite response. (Well, what would you do if you suddenly found yourself face to face with a large, muscular, dark skinned man dressed in a sparkly pink dress with a tiara on his head and a glittery wand grasped in his hand, fer cryin' out loud?)

"I have come on a mission of great importance. It is my understanding that you wish to attend the grand recruitment soiree being held this evening at the palace of King George."

At this, Cinderdaniel's whole face lit up. "Oh yes! More than anything!"

"I have come to assist you in this matter," came the response of Teal'c the Fairy Godfather.

Cinderdaniel looked at the large man somewhat skeptically. "Um, its not that I don't believe you or anything, but, um, well, just how are you going to pull this off? I don't even have an invitation. There's no way they're going to let me into the palace."

"That is easily arranged." Teal'c gave a twist of his wand, creating another puff of colored smoke. When it dissipated, Cinderdaniel saw what appeared to be a badge of some sort upon which appeared his likeness, his name and the strange inscription "S3."

Cinderdaniel didn't know exactly what an "S3" was, but it did sound terribly official. "Um, thanks?" He said, before recalling another obstacle. "Ah, I don't want to impose or anything, but I don't have any way of getting to Cheyenne Mountain in time for the recruitment soiree."

"That is easily rectified," Teal'c responded with much dignity. "I need for you to bring me a pumpkin."

"A pumpkin?" Cinderdaniel asked.

"A pumpkin." Teal'c the Fairy Godfather confirmed.

"You do know we're in Colorado in the middle of summer, don't you? There aren't any pumpkins around here."

Teal'c the Fairy Godfather raised an eyebrow in mild exasperation.

Suddenly Cinderdaniel's face lit up. "Wait a second! I have an idea!" He rushed into the kitchen and rifled around a bit before returning with a cantaloupe. "Will this work instead?" he asked, offering the fruit to the bemused Fairy Godfather. "I know it's a melon, not a gourd, but if you're willing to take into account seasonal variations..."

Teal'c the Fairy Godfather took the fruit, examining it carefully before proclaiming "This is acceptable." He led the way outside the house and carefully placed the melon on the ground. He then flicked his wand in the direction of the cantaloupe. When the newest cloud of smoke disappeared, Cinderdaniel was standing in front of a jeep, replete with military license tags and olive drab paint. OK, so this was a little more impressive. Cinderdaniel decided he might as well just go with the flow. If nothing else, it sure beat the hell out watching reruns of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" on TV.

"OK, what's next?" Cinderdaniel asked.

"I will need a small rodent of the type that commonly infest domestic dwellings."

Huh?

"Huh?" Cinderdaniel queried, trying to figure out what his fairy godfather was talking about. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "You mean a mouse!"

"Indeed. You are correct."

"A..a mouse?"

"A mouse."

"Um, well, we don't actually have any mice around here." Cinderdaniel explained somewhat apologetically. He wracked his brain trying to find an alternative. Suddenly he beamed at his fairy godfather. "I have fish!" he proclaimed brightly.

"Fish?"

"Fish. You know, fish."

Teal'c the Fairy Godfather stared at him bemusedly, with one eyebrow arched upward (Oh, yeah, that look was getting real familiar). He sighed and then said "If that is all that is available, I believe it will be acceptable."

Cinderdaniel dashed into the house, returned moments later with a goldfish cupped in his hands. "Sorry Petey," he mourned as he placed the fish on the ground and stepped back to let his fairy godfather work his mojo.

This time when the smoke dissipated, Cinderdaniel found himself face to face with a fresh faced young airman who snapped him a salute, though his mouth kept making this odd little "O" shape.

"Wow, that's...impressive." Cinderdaniel praised.

"You know possess identification to gain access to the palace and an appropriate form of conveyance. There remains but one detail to resolve. Your clothing."

"My clothing?" Cinderdaniel asked, looking down at himself, noting his favorite plaid shirt, somewhat ill fitting khaki pants and worn suede loafers. "What's wrong with my clothing?" he asked, clearly stumped.

"These garments are most unappealing."

"But, I like them."

"I do not," Teal'c the Fairy Godfather announced, "Nor," he said putting forth his most compelling argument, "will Prince Jack. These are not the garments of an adventurer."

Cinderdaniel couldn't argue with that.

"Close your eyes," Teal'c the Fairy Godfather requested.

Cinderdaniel complied. He heard the poof sound he now associated with his fairy godfather's magic wand action and opened his eyes. His loafers had been replaced with neatly polished combat boots, his ill fitting khaki pants with perfectly fitting BDU trousers and his favorite plaid shirt with a rather snug black tee shirt that molded itself to his broad shoulders and muscular chest and revealed his taut biceps.

"Um, are you sure about this?" Cinderdaniel asked looking down at his new garb once more.

"I am." Teal'c the Fairy Godmother intoned.

"Well, I guess you know what you're doing. It is a little chilly out though. Don't I get a jacket or something?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" he asked looking down at his bare arms again.

"I am most certain."

Cinderdaniel shrugged.

"There is but one more thing." Teal'c the Fairy Godfather informed him. With a deft flick of his wand and another brightly colored puff of smoke, Daniel found himself holding a hat. But not just any hat, a boonie hat. And not just any boonie hat. This one was made of glass. Well, OK, technically not glass, because that would be really heavy and more than a little strange. This one appeared to be an ordinary military issue boonie hat that was covered with bits of glass polished to a brilliant and reflective sheen so they sparkled even in the dim lights from the house beyond.

"Um, thanks?" Cinderdaniel said, placing the unusual hat upon his head.

"Before you depart, I must offer one final piece of advice. This magic is of limited endurance. At the final stroke of midnight, all the magic that I have wrought on your behalf will cease to function. You must therefore depart before that time."

"Why?"

"I cannot tell you. This would fall under what I believe the people of the Tau'ri refer to as "union regulations" and I am therefore unable to divulge this information. You must simply accept that what I am telling you is true."

Well, Daniel had accepted stranger things than this on faith before, so what the hey. "Thank you."

Teal'c the Fairy Godfather inclined his head. "You are most welcome CinderDaniel. I wish you much success in this endeavor."

Cinderdaniel went over to the jeep where the fresh faced airman making "O" shapes with his mouth quickly saluted before opening the door to the jeep and ushering the young man inside.

Cinderdaniel waved to Teal'c the Fairy Godfather as the jeep pulled away and headed towards King George's palace nestled in Cheyenne Mountain where Prince Jack, adventure and destiny awaited.

***

His Royal Hotness, the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack was bored. To be more precise, he was freakin' bored. Thus far he had spent the evening surrounded by jarheads who seemed to have the collective IQ of a loofah sponge but without the personality. And he was fairly certain by now that they didn't have a sense of humor amongst the whole lot of them. He'd also had to suffer having more than a few passes lobbed his way. While under normal circumstances he might be flattered, the overall quality of the passers was depressing at best. He'd finally had enough and had actually decked that Maybourne guy when he tried to cop a grope. What did they think he was, easy? Well, OK, maybe he was but he still had some standards and quite frankly these guys could all stand on each other's shoulders and still come up short in that department. He might be dashing and irreverent, but he was still a man of taste.

Prince Jack sighed. When his father good ol' King George had proposed this little shindig as a way of meeting potential companions for his forthcoming adventures, he figured it was worth a shot since the personal ads and the internet bulletin boards just hadn't panned out the way he had hoped. Now though, looking at a room full of knuckleheads with zero brains, zero personality and the stunning good looks of a head on collision, he was willing to call the evening a complete washout. That was until he arrived.

He had just gone back to the bar to get another beer in an attempt to induce a self-protective alcoholic haze, when a newcomer walked in the door. This was no jarhead, quite the opposite. Prince Jack's eyes roamed over the young man, taking in the lean, muscular frame encased in BDUs and a body hugging tee shirt, the handsome face with the full pouting lips, and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes shone with intelligence, bespeaking of a sharp mind and a sharper wit that glowed all the brighter in the midst of a room full of dim bulbs. Of course, Prince Jack conceded, maybe he was just being blinded by that hat. It looked more like an errant fragment of a disco ball than a regulation boonie hat, but Prince Jack had to admit that on the newcomer it was, well cute. He found himself being drawn to the stranger like iron filings to a magnet (and since Prince Jack had always had a fondness for magnets, that was saying quite a lot). The attraction appeared to be mutual because the young man was moving unerringly in his direction.

When they stood perhaps a foot apart, Prince Jack gave the newcomer his most charming and rakish smile, causing his eyes to sparkle with his most devilish gleam. "Hey," he said, his voice throaty and provocative.

And he obviously still had all his seductive skills because the young stranger blushed and offered a wonderfully shy and winsome smile in return. "Hey." He responded.

"I'm Prince Jack," he said extending his hand to the younger man.

"Oh. I'm, uh, Daniel," the younger man said, as he grasped Prince Jack's hand in return. As their hands met, he felt as if an electric charge had just been fed into his body, setting all his nerve endings to tingling.

"Well, Daniel," he said with that sexy drawl of his that never failed to set hearts to fluttering, "it's nice to meet you. Nice hat, by the way."

Daniel had clearly felt the electric charge himself since he had not yet released Prince Jack's hand. Not that Prince Jack was complaining or anything. No sirree, he couldn't be any happier about how things were, um, firming up between them. The younger man's blush cranked up a notch and he shyly lowered his eyes, before aiming a devastating glance at Prince Jack through his lashes. 'Was it getting hot in here, or was it just Daniel?' Prince Jack wondered idly.

Daniel seemed to shake himself out of his daze at last, releasing Prince Jack's hand, albeit with some reluctance. He took a deep calming breath before speaking. "Oh! The hat. I guess it is a bit unusual. Well, I suppose that if one were looking for the correct antecedents, you'd have to look at medieval fairytales. This hat which appears to be made of glass, for example is probably the byproduct of a mistranslation of the old French verdigris which was incorrectly translated to mean 'glass,' when in fact it should have been translated as 'variegated fur' which when you think about it is a much more logical material for apparel that glass would be, so you see..."

By this time Prince Jack's eyes had glazed over completely. He had, in fact, lost the thread of the discussion right around the word "antecedents" but hadn't said anything because he was utterly charmed by the look of unadulterated enthusiasm on Daniel's face and the rapid movement of his pouting lips, and the way his pink tongue would flicker out and moisten his lips as he spoke. It was, without a doubt the most disarming, and arousing thing Prince Jack had seen in a long time.

Daniel broke off suddenly, alarmed by the odd combination of glazed expression and goofy smile now plastered on Prince Jack's face. "Oh! I'm sorry. You're not really interested, are you? I, well, I get carried away sometimes," he explained, a shy smile on his lips.

"Quite alright," Prince Jack responded affably. "It's the most interesting conversation I've had all evening. So Daniel, you want to be an explorer and go out and have adventures?" It was a statement more than a true question.

Daniel's eyes glowed with excitement. "Oh yes! More than anything! You see, I'm a student of ancient cultures and languages. I've been studying everything I can get my hand on."

"Languages, huh? Just how many languages can you speak?" Prince Jack asked.

"Oh, only twenty-three at present, but I'm still expanding my repertoire."

"Only twenty-three?! That's a pretty handy skill there Daniel." 'Actually, come to think of it, it is a handy skill for explorers searching for adventure.' Prince Jack thought, an idea forming in his mind. "So, ah, Daniel, would you like to go somewhere a little more private, maybe talk about this whole adventuring gig, maybe give me some first hand experience with, ah, tongues, I mean speaking in tongues?"

"Oh! I'd love to!" Daniel beamed at him.

"Well," Prince Jack said, as he placed a hand on the small of Daniel's back and steered him towards the elevator, "I know this nice little storeroom on level 29 where we can have a nice private conversation."

"Private, you say?" Daniel asked, his previously innocent expression replaced by a smoldering one.

"Very private." He assured as they entered the elevator, leaving the jarheads to their own devices.

***

As the recruitment soiree continued above in all its dull glory, Prince Jack and Cinderdaniel, or simply Daniel in this time and place, carried out a long and fascinating intercourse in a dark and cozy storeroom on level 29. Daniel taught Prince Jack the value of varied and foreign tongues and why a nimble tongue was always a handy thing to have around, while Prince Jack showed Daniel why it was good to be a hands on kind of leader. They were having quite a wonderful time getting to know each other in a decidedly Biblical fashion, when a beeping noise suddenly cut through the darkness.

"What was that?" Daniel asked, as he nuzzled behind Prince Jack's ear.

"Ah, crud. It's my watch alarm. I'm supposed to give some lame ass speech at midnight."

"Midnight?" Daniel gasped.

"Yeah. Look I have to be up top in a coupla minutes to chat up the jarheads, but then I'll right back down here and we can continue this lively conversation we got goin' here." Prince Jack said as he leaned back in to continue nibbling on Daniel's throat.

"No! You don't understand! I have to leave. Now!" Daniel said as he pushed Prince Jack aside and dashed towards the storeroom door.

"Whaddya mean, ya gotta leave? You parked in the red zone or somethin'? Hey don't sweat it. My dad's the King, he can fix all yer parkin' tickets. Consider it a perk of the job!"

"No! I've got to get out of here. I'm sorry!" Daniel said as he dashed towards the elevator. As luck would have it, the door opened immediately and he stepped inside.

Taken by surprise and slowed down by his unusually tight trousers, Prince Jack failed to stop the young man's flight. He arrived just in time to see the doors close on a pair of pleading blue eyes. 'Crap!' Prince Jack dashed over to the next elevator, jamming the button to summon the car. As he stood there fuming at the delay, something shiny caught his eye. It was Daniel's disco boonie hat. Clutching the hat in his hand he fairly dove into the elevator.

Finally arriving at his destination, Prince Jack scanned the recruitment soiree looking for Daniel. But alas there was no sign of his rose in this sea of thorns. 'Double crap,' he swore to himself.

"Sir!" A voice called out to him. He looked over to his right in time to see his loyal and way smarter than him lieutenant making her way over to him.

"Carter!" He barked. "Did you see a hot looking geek just zip through here at the speed of light?"

"No sir, I'm afraid I didn't. Sir, you're supposed to give that speech..."

"Forget about the speech! I gotta find Daniel!"

Hearing the desperation in his voice and noting the grief stricken expression, Carter immediately understood that Prince Jack had discovered-and lost-the companion he had been searching for for so long. Determined to help in any way she could, she asked "What's that you're holding, sir?"

Prince Jack looked down at the shimmering boonie in his hands. "It's his hat," he answered simply.

"May I, sir?" she asked reaching out a hand to the hat he continued to clutch. Somewhat reluctantly, he released his grip. "It's, well, it's different sir." She observed somewhat neutrally, not wishing to call into question the other man's fashion sense just yet.

"You got that right." He replied tightly.

"Yes sir, which means we may be able to use it to track him down."

Prince Jack looked at his second as her words sunk in. "Carter! You're a genius! I want you to send out a kingdom wide e-mail announcing that I'm looking for the owner of a missing hat. First thing tomorrow I'm going out and canvassing the kingdom. I'll find him. That's a promise!"

"Yes sir, I have no doubt." Carter said smiling at her leader.

***

Thanks to the all kingdom e-mail campaign, the entire population was aware of Prince Jack's quest. The rumor mill was working overtime, announcing that Prince Jack had discovered his would be co-adventurer but that, alas, the would co-adventurer for reasons unknown was playing hard to get. Everyone hoped that secretly he or she was the one who had caught Prince Jack's eye at the recruitment soiree. There was much preening and fussing going on in the homes across the kingdom in preparation for the arrival of His Royal Hotness.

The home of Lord Bauer was no different. Lord Bauer and his sons Maybourne and Makepeace spent the entire morning spitting and polishing while Maybourne, who was sporting one hell of a shiner, declared that Prince Jack had decked him because he was overcome with emotion and was even now coming to whisk him away to a life of adventure. Meanwhile, completely forgotten, Cinderdaniel sat serenely in his corner reading a recent dissertation on the role of trees and their associations with early Druidic fertility rites, lost in the memory of the taste of Prince Jack's lips and the feel of his royal fingertips ghosting across his skin.

By noon, Prince Jack's temper was already pretty frayed. Christ, who'd've thought he had that many desperate losers in his kingdom? Hey, it was kinda flattering that everybody seemed to want a piece of the 'Jack action,' but even he had his limits. They'd already visited a few dozen homes but with no luck whatsoever.

"Carter? Whose place is this?"

His second looked down at the list she was carrying. "Lord Bauer's home, sir."

"Sweet. Well, let's giv'em a ring."

One of Prince Jack's entourage stepped forward and knocked on the door. The door fairly flew open in response as Lord Bauer and his two sons fell over themselves trying to welcome His Royal Hotness into their humble home.

"Yeah sure, whatever," Prince Jack muttered. He cringed as Maybourne attempted to bat his eyelashes at him, the effect ruined by the black eye, not to mention his pudgy middle aged face. 'Youch! No, definitely not my hot little geek,' he thought ruefully.

He knew that neither Bauer nor his sons Maybourne and Makepeace were the man he was looking for. As he turned to leave he saw a figure hunched over a book on a corner. He saw nothing but a swath of ugly plaid and a thatch of light brown hair. On a hunch he turned towards Lord Bauer and asked casually, "Is there anyone else here I need to chat with?"

Lord Bauer's face screwed up with confusion (it really didn't take much) and he replied, "No. There's no one here but myself and my two sons." He paused for a moment before adding, "Oh and my stepson Cinderdaniel. But he's of no importance. He's just a civilian," he sneered, his tone indicating how vile he considered that station to be.

"A civilian, huh? See, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for 'em myself. Why don't you ask him to come over here so I can say howdy."

Lord Bauer's face took on a sour expression, but he was too dazzled by the presence of the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack to refuse. "Cinderdaniel! Put down that book and come here!"

Cinderdaniel, who had been utterly enthralled by the fascinating scholarly discourse he had been reading (not to mention some decidedly NC-17 memories from the previous evening) was completely unaware that anyone had entered the house, and was surprised by the curt summons. He looked up startled, then rose and came over to his wicked stepfather's side.

"Yes stepfather?" He asked politely, because, well, he was a very polite young man.

"Prince Jack for some odd reason wanted to meet you."

Cinderdaniel looked over quite surprised. Sure enough, standing there before him was His Royal Hotness, Prince Jack. Their eyes met and they both knew, they had found one another.

"Oh Daniel?" Prince Jack asked in a deceptively casual voice. "I believe you left something at the palace last night." He extended his hand that held the glass boonie.

He smiled at Daniel.

Daniel smiled back. The young man took the boonie and placed it gingerly upon his head.

A sudden cloud of colored smoke appeared. When it dissipated, the ugly plaid of Cinderdaniel was gone, replaced by the smokin' hot BDUs of Daniel the handsome young geek who had stolen Prince Jack's heart.

"Daniel," Prince Jack murmured, his fingers tracing along the young man's cheek. Daniel blushed rosily in response and offered His Royal Hotness his sweetest and most beatific smile. "I was hoping I'd find you. I believe I need a linguist to accompany me on my adventures. Do you think your tongue is nimble enough for the task?"

Daniel batted his eyelashes at Prince Jack. 'Yeah. Now that's how it's done!'

"I'd be honored, Your Hotness," he replied, his voice soft and breathy, "as long as you're willing to give me a bit of hands on instruction."

Prince Jack smiled his most wolfish smile. "Oh. Absolutely. It would be my pleasure." He leaned forward, placing his lips next to Daniel's delicate ear. "So? You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?"

Daniel leaned in, his breath soft against Prince Jack's ear. "Anytime you are Jack. Just say the word."

"You got it." Prince Jack looked around noticing the stunned (and rather constipated) expressions of Lord Bauer and his two sons, as well as the glowing smile of his second Carter and the rest of his entourage. "C'mon Daniel let's get out of here. Dad's dying to meet ya!"

And with that the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack took the hand of his beloved Daniel and led him out of the drab house and back to the King's palace nestled in Cheyenne Mountain. As Prince Jack had said King George was thrilled to meet Daniel and was immediately won over by his superior intellect, intuitive brilliance and stunning good looks. The King knew Daniel was the perfect companion to accompany his son the dashing and irreverent Prince Jack on his many adventures and he further knew that they would live happily ever after.

***

Daniel awoke with a start, disoriented by the sudden awakening from the strange dream. No, not all of it was a dream. General Bauer had been real, as had his refusal to allow Daniel to be part of SG-1 and go through the Stargate because he was a civilian archeologist. That was very real indeed. But it was all over now. Bauer was gone and General Hammond had returned to his rightful place as the benevolent ruler of the SGC. And as for Jack...

Daniel looked to his right and saw the graying head resting on the pillow next to his. He smiled, reaching out gentle and inquisitive fingers to caress the beloved face. Jack was back as well, safe and sound and at Daniel's side. He knew that their adventures together had only just begun. With that thought at the forefront of his mind, Daniel drifted off, a sweet smile on his lips and sweeter dreams dancing through his slumber.