Working with you was his biggest nightmare. He couldn't stand you. Jack hated your guts and you hated his. For both your lucks, Champ set you up for a mission. You were stuck with Jack-ass Daniels for a week in Malibu while working on a mission.

"Lucky me." Jack muttered when you both got to the hotel. One room, two beds. You weren't happy either. You were forced to see his face all week.