Timeline: SG-1 – Season 8. MacGyver and The Red Green Show – N/A. No real spoilers for anything, though…

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, MacGyver, or The Red Green Show. Though I find them all highly entertaining.

Author's notes: This was done for the CrossGate weekly challenge of "Odd Ball Stories."

Big thanks to my beta, Patti.

General Jack O'Neill had no idea how they'd found him. He wasn't even registered under this name, for cryin' out loud! Yet somehow, one morning, an engraved invitation arrived on his desk in the SGC, addressed to Dr. MacGyver.

Jack immediately grabbed the invitation and opened it, trying to figure out how the secret of his identity had been breached. The invitation read:

Dr MacGyver,

As a loyal (which Jack read to mean that he had faithfully paid his dues) member of the International Possum Brotherhood, Chapter 13, of Mission City, Minnesota, you are hereby formally invited to be the keynote speaker at the annual "Playing Possum Conference" on July 27-30, to be held at Possum Lodge. As one of the most successful (which Jack read to mean that he actually had a job) members of our esteemed brotherhood, as well as being a world-renowned expert in Duct Tape-ology, your experiences can provide invaluable insights for your fellow men. We look forward to seeing you at this celebration.

Jack reread the invitation several times, trying to decide if he should go or not. Before he had reached a decision, he felt some more writing on the back of the invitation. It said:

As compensation for your speaking, we will provide the beer and the bait for the weekend.

Oh, he was SO there! How could he pass up 4 days of relaxing and fishing in Canada?

Jack took a look around as he stepped off the plane in Port Asbestos. Off to one side, he saw a man holding a sign that said "MacGyver." When he got closer and realized who it was clad in plaid and holding the sign, Jack couldn't hide the shock.

"Felger! What are you doing here?"

"Shh!" the man replied quickly, glancing to the side to see if anyone had heard. When he noticed that no one was paying any attention, he decided to explain the situation. "Everyone here knows me as Harold Green, nephew of Red Green, the lodge leader of chapter 11. I'd prefer if no one else knew what I really do when I'm not at the lodge. I'm sure you can understand that, General."

"Touché," Jack replied. Maybe he had judged the man too harshly in the past…