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A/N I'm baaaack. I know you missed me. Anyway I found this old story of mine and realized I might've hit on something back then. So I've given it a total makeover. Complete with spelling and context corrections; and it's now better then ever. So sit back and enjoy and try to remember a time where Hammond was in charge and Jack was still in the show.

Summary: Teenagers can be tough, but wait till you meet the teen versions of SG1. Were they really that bad? Everyone's about to find out!

TRIPLE TROUBLE!

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Chapter 1 - Just another typical SG1 mission.

By SaRah

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General George Hammond sat in his office enjoying one of the few moments of peace he'd been able to steal during his career at Stargate Command. Everything seemed to be in good working order, there had been minimal injuries and barely any death threats in the past few weeks. Teams were on simple recon and scientific missions and even his Flagship team had been awhile without a world ending battle. But George had been working at Cheyenne Mountain long enough to know better then to assume anything. It was when things got quiet that something was bound to happen; all one had to do was wait. But while he was waiting for the inevitable doom to come, he was more then happy to sit back in his chair and relax, even if it did seem somewhat trivial.

Not more then 5 minutes had passed before the familiar sounds of the klaxons reached the General's ears. He sighed in resignation; he really hoped this wasn't the turn of the tide. Quickly he made his way to the observation room. "Walter?" his voiced boomed the familiar name, not needing to ask the obvious question.

"Receiving IDC - Its SG1 sir." the technician said; his voice even.

"What was their scheduled arrival time?"

"Not for another 18 hours Sir."

"That's what it thought. Open the Iris." His voice steady; hiding the anxiety he felt inside. SG1 back early was never a good sign.

Immediately the metal iris retracted, showcasing the familiar blue horizon he had become accustomed to. He stood waiting with baited breath, preparing for the worst. The security teams on the floor were armed and ready as well. This was a situation all too familiar for all of them.

As the first figure appeared through the watery surface; the General's demeanor eased a little. Colonel Jack O'Neill stood a picture of perfect health, with not a worry line on his face. Perhaps disaster wasn't at hand. Soon after the form of the blonde Major and the blue eyed Doctor joined him, equally unscathed. Just as George was about to ask for an explanation another 3 figures materialized. These three were decisively smaller and definitely not Air Force personnel. There faces were decorated with the awe he often saw with first time Stargate travelers but this did not comfort him, there was something a little off about these three intruders. And he was determined to find out what it was.

"Colonel what the heck is going on here?" his stern voice carried through the mike and down to the team.

"Sir I'd like you to meet some friends of ours." Jack's voice was nonchalant as he indicated to the three kids behind him.

"Colonel! You're quite aware of the protocol for this matter" Hammond yelled his voice showing obvious irritation.

"Sir, trust me when I say it's a really long story..."

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Before any more jokes could be made, Hammond ordered all to the conference room, his momentary peace forgotten. The six entered the room in difference states of apprehension; with the General's face not putting any of them at ease. Quietly they took their seats and waited for the General to speak.

He cleared his throat distinctively. "Colonel O'Neill, I do believe you have some explaining to do. As far as I'm aware, we have rules prohibiting the arrival of other species to earth without prior permission. Permission that I; definitely didn't grant."

"Yeah, uh, funny you should bring that up sir. Its just we felt these were uh, 'extenuating' circumstances."

The General raised an eyebrow.

"You see sir, these three;" Jack said indicating the teenagers "are actually us."

"What?" Now he was incredibly confused.

"Sir, what Colonel O'Neill is trying to say is that these three appear to be younger versions of ourselves. Sort of like the incident with Colonel O'Neill a few months ago." Sam butted in, trying to help the General understand.

Hammond shook his head and looked at the teenagers. Surely there can't be more of them. One SG1 was enough as far as he was concerned. Let alone an adolescent version. Yet as he looked closer he noticed the similarities. The girl, with her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and her blue eyes focused intently on her nails. The boy with his matted hair and big glasses, his skinny posture shaking slightly. And the all too familiar boy, whose eyes he'd looked into not 3 months ago.

Maybe this was the end of the world.

"Ok" he sighed. "Major Carter, do you believe this to be the Asguard's doing?"

"Actually sir, we're not quite sure but these kids;" and as immediately as she had said the word three pairs of eyes shot up to look at her accusingly.

"I mean teenagers." she quickly corrected with a tight smile. "Are exactly that - there's no indication that they share any of our memories or experiences. They appear to just be teenagers made in our image. Not clones or copies, with no previous knowledge of the SGC or our specific lives."

"Hmmm - and you found them on P4Y579?"

"Yes sir they were attending the school."

And at that particular moment, what could only be described as a spitball; hit Colonel O'Neill in the side of the head.

"Hey" he said pulling it off his face with a look of disgust. "Mini-Carter - what the hell was that for?"

The younger Carter whose eyes were still focused on her nails looked up accusingly. "What?" she said her voice edged with venom.

"I think you owe me an apology" his voice slowed, like he was talking to a small child.

The blonde girl snapped. "Ok first of all; cut the mini-Carter crap; my name is Sam - S-A-M - remember it! Just because you seem to be incapable of calling her by her first name doesn't mean that applies to me! And a spitball? Firstly EW! Secondly, which one of us is more likely to resort to such juvenile Bart Simpson-esque behavior?" She raised her eyebrow challenging him to object.

The mini-Jack looked at the floor – guiltily.

"Damn, Carter were you always such a brat?" Colonel O'Neill turned to his 2IC.

"Sir." Sam warned.

"Oh come on you think you have it bad - I get to put up with this every day of the week." The younger Jack piped up.

"Wow - you know this must be really depressing for 'ya Jay" Mini-Carter's voice took a bitter edge as she referred to the younger Jack. Hammond could have sworn he heard the slightest 'oh -oh' come from the younger Jackson.

The girl shot him a look before continuing. "I mean I've always said 'grow up' but, hey, according to what's sitting in front of me; it's never gonna happen! Shocked!" she feigned surprised.

"Yeah well one thing's for sure when I do; I sure as hell won't be working with you."

"Oh - I'm hurt, how ever will you get far without copying all my answers?"

"God you are such a bitch." the kid sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I second that." the older Jack mumbled earning him a nudge in the arm from Sam.

"Hey Danny; Do you think I'm a bitch?" the young girl said her blue eyes gleaming.

"Ugh why me?" the boy sighed staring at the ceiling. "… I mean, uh, - no your not a bitch." he said as the young girl smiled.

"You're THE bitch." he muttered a little softer.

"Yeah" the Mini-Jack said slapping his friend's hand in a high five.

The girl simply smiled and shrugged it off before turning to the General. "Sir, do you mind if I freshen up a little?" her voice sugary sweet as she indicated to her bag.

He eyed her apprehensively. "Of course."

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small bottle of perfume and sprayed it twice. She smiled innocently and returned to her seat, perfume bottle away. All eyes continued to stare at her intently. Until the smell happened to reach the extremely susceptive senses of the young Daniel Jackson. The sneezing started instantly and continued for several minutes, all the while the smile stayed on the young blonde girl's face. Mini-Daniel offered up a glare in between sneezes.

"Oops." The girl's smile grew. "I forgot that was the one you don't like. So sorry."

Danny mumbled something unintelligible in reply.

"See what I mean" the other boy said.

Once again the girl smiled and the young Jack leapt from his seat; hopping on one foot rather ungracefully. He let out a few choice words and turned to the blonde.

"Oops." she repeated in the same innocent tone. This time lifting up her leg to show a stylish pair of black boots. With a decent sized heel. "These really hurt – huh." she rolled her eyes and leaned back contented.

"Ohkay" the older Sam said getting up and walking over to her younger self, before the tension could escalate any more. "Sir maybe its best if I take her to the infirmary, have Janet check her out - you know to see if everything's ok. And if there's some hint as to why there's a teenage version of me out there."

"Major I think that's an excellent idea." Hammond said, glad for the interruption as Sam led her younger self out of the briefing room.

"Whoa; Carter as a teenager - who would've guessed she was such a brat." Jack said once they were gone.

"Us." the two younger boys said simultaneously, Daniel wiping his nose and Jack rubbing his foot.

Yes, Hammond thought. The peace was definitely over.

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