Doppelgänger

"You did WHAT?!"

Even in the Stargate control room, even through several sets of doors, Major Sam Carter could hear Colonel Jack O'Neill's angry shout. She exchanged a look with the technician on duty.

"Don't look at me, the offices aren't my realm," Walter said, studying his computer screen intensely.

Sam grinned and went to find Jack. She found him as she had expected: fists on hips, in the door of Dr. Daniel Jackson's office, and glaring daggers at the archaeologist.

"As I was saying," Daniel said, blinking like a deer caught in the headlights, "I needed an assistant. General Hammond approved everything, and I found one this morning. He's really great, Jack. Reminds me a bit of you, actually."

Jack gritted his teeth. "And what's his name, Daniel?"

"Something Scottish…can't recall off the top of my head. Sorry. I'm meeting him in the commissary for lunch, would you like to come along and meet him?"

Jack glared at first Daniel, then Sam. "Will somebody please tell me the next time you folks decide to start hiring? Maybe I won't like him. Maybe I'll recognize him as a wanted criminal. Ever think of that? Daniel?"

Daniel coughed. "Well, actually, he's got all the clearance in order, and he's used to high security jobs. He's also pretty handy with just about anything, which means he might be useful on expeditions."

"Useful as in how?" Jack demanded, following Daniel and Sam to the commissary. "Can he shoot a gun? Recognize the goa'uld a Jaffa serves at one hundred yards?"

"Uh, no. But he can do things with a paperclip that would have even Sam amazed."

Jack stopped dead in the door of the commissary. "That's him?" he asked, pointing to the one new face. "His name is Gus."

Sam blinked. Gus? Since when did Jack consort with archaeologists?

Gus looked up at the trio. "Dr. Jackson. Pete's told me a lot about this place. So. When do we leave?"

"Gus?" Sam asked.

The man eyed her. A mop of light brown hair fell in his brown eyes. "Actually, it's MacGyver, now. I see my old…pal has been spreading stories."

"Gus! Long time no see!" Jack said cheerfully. "Still using paperclips to fix spark plugs?"

"The name is Mac.," the man said through gritted teeth. Honestly, Jack, for once in your life please don't call me Gus! You're the reason I hate my name!"

"So, Mac," Jack said, "you still with the Phoenix Foundation?"

"Whoa," Sam interrupted. "How do you two know each other?"

Daniel said, "You know, you two look an awful lot like each other."

"Next door neighbors growing up," MacGyver muttered, at the same time Jack said, "Cousins."

Jack grinned and went to get a sandwich from the counter, and came back, plopped down next to Mac, and bit into the sandwich. "Did you ever hear about the time he bested a security computer?" he asked with his mouth full.

MacGyver groaned.