A Wormhole in Time

A fic by Raven W. Catz

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, never will. Just playing with them for the time being. SG-1 belongs to Gekko, Mac and his buddies to Winkler/Rich. Oh, and be warned... This may be frequently updated... I'm a bit of a perfectionist. Reviews gladly accepted!!!

Seconds before the wormhole disengaged, the four members of SG-1 rocketed through the 'Gate, each landing with a sickening crash on the ramp below. Within seconds, the sirens on base were wailing, and people swarmed the 'Gate room. But the four didn't notice. Each one was completely unconscious.

When Col. Jack O'Neill awoke, he rubbed his eyes, moaned groggily, and staggered off the cot. Wherever the hell he was, it definitely wasn't the infirmary, and it definitely wasn't Abydos.

"What the-"he looked around. Teal'c was standing at the door of a vaguely familiar room. Daniel was staring perplexedly at his broken glasses, and Sam was still unconscious on another makeshift cot.

"Carter!" O'Neill hissed, giving her a little shake.

"...Sir?" She sat up, clutching her forehead and the side of the cot. "Where are we?"

"It appears we are in the SGC, MajorCarter." Teal'c said simply, his eyes not moving from the door. The others all looked up.

"Some sort of alien device?" Daniel asked, folding his snapped glasses and stuffing them in his pocket.

"Wait a minute..." O'Neill groaned "I saw this on Star Trek once...Kirk was alone on the Enterprise, only it was..."

But at that moment, the door swung open, and a figure entered that made each of the four stare, mouths collectively dropped open in surprise.

"Hello," the figure said with a grin. "My name is MacGyver. Welcome to 1987."

O'Neill gave the man in the doorway a dazed look, then fainted dead away on the holding cell floor.

"Sir?" Major Carter was hovering worriedly over her CO. Funny, O'Neill thought sarcastically, two of me, and now I see two of her... Daniel interrupted O'Neill's slowly clearing mind.

"...So how did you know we weren't from 1987?"

MacGyver's face split in a lopsided grin... Exactly like Jack, Daniel mused.

"Well, for the past year and a half, the Phoenix Foundation has been working to secure funding for this place. We stumbled across some old footage of this thing in action when we were working on some other projects." Mac indicated down the hall in the general direction of the 'Gate room.

"But you won't get funding for this place for another..." Daniel counted on his fingers, "five years, after the Cold War ends."

"Doesn't mean we don't know what it does." Mac grinned.

"Could ya stop that?!" O'Neill broke in, "It's kinda... creepy!"

Daniel ignored him. "But if you know what it does..."

"Why don't we just tell you what it is, and speed up the process?" Mac finished, "I said we know what it does, not how to work it."

"That's still another nine years in the making, remember, Daniel?" Carter had now joined the group. O'Neill was still reeling from his encounter with his clone. At Carter's words, however, he looked up with a grin.

"Yeah," he smiled nastily. "Until you 'MacGyver' a solution to the missing DHD."

Mac raised an eyebrow and looked at Carter, who was rapidly turning pink.

"You... remember that, sir?"

O'Neill smiled nastily and tapped his temple.

"Well," Mac chimed in, breaking the growing silence, "No sense in keeping you all locked up in here like this. Pete's making arrangements for you, so you can have an, er, more comfortable stay."

"So," O'Neill couldn't resist one more jab. "What's with the hair?" he asked with a grin as they were led out of the holding room and toward the elevators that would take them to the surface.

Author's Note: This is my first published fanfic, and also my first 'Gate fic!! If you have any suggestions, I would be glad to hear them!