Hey folks! I did this one night, as a spur of the moment thing. It's meant to be a one shot, but ive been slightly herrased to continue it. Any thoughts? Hugs Nat


"ENOUGH!"

General Hammond stood at the doorway to the briefing room, hands on hips, face red and a look on his face that promised swiftly delivered retribution to anyone that was in the vicinity.

The room went quiet, and four small faces looked at him with wide eyes.

A child, about nine years old stood in the middle of the briefing room table, poised to throw, what George could only assume were more paperclips at the blonde boy who was laying across the end of the table, his hands still partially covering his head. Large, clear blue eyes peaked from beneath a hand at the General. He'd estimated the child was between six and seven.

A slightly taller boy, with deep dark eyes and tightly curled dark hair held the child on the table's ankle. He'd looked at George, nodded, and released his grasp.

Lastly, a girl, of no more than eight years old, stood, with a knee on the table, obviously trying to shield the blonde haired boy from the bombardment of paperclips.

All were out of breath and flushed, and the girl was apparently ready to reiterate exactly what had happened in the small room.

"Jack, Samantha, Daniel, get off of the table, NOW!" The General shouted.

George held his position, and indicated the chairs around the table.

"Sit down, all of you… and no Samantha I do not wish to hear what went on here." George held his finger up to the small girl with a blonde bob, wide blue eyes blinking, eyebrows raised, a tiny mouth forming a small 'o'.

As they all took there seats, Jack jumped and bit back an 'Oww!' While Daniels blue eyes squinted at him and he stuck his tongue out.

Jack retaliated, thumping Daniel hard on the shoulder, "Hey!" He squealed, piercing the other boy with a look fit to kill.

While all of this was going on, George had walked purposefully over to the table and now stood opposite the kids.

He pointed and frowned at the scowling faces of the brown and blonde headed boys.

Leaning forward on the table, George issued his warning, the Texan drawl sounding more pronounced than ever.

"If you two don't cut it out, I'll bang your heads together, understand?"

Both heads nodded, Daniel wrapped his arms around his body, studying the table before him, while Jack continued to scowl.

George studied the faces before him, he could see his primary team looking back at him, there was no doubt about that, but children? What was he letting himself in for?

Each child had all of the same characteristics of their adult self. Jack oozed attitude, Daniel looked as lost and pitiful as he always did in these situations, and of course, Jack was picking on him. 'Nothing new there' Hammond mused.

Sam looked bright and intelligent, always wanting to fix everything, and Teal'c was stoic and silent as always.

George shook his head. He had the dubious pleasure of looking after these downsized rascals tonight, until Janet was ready… he hoped.

A glance at the clock told him it was time to get going, and these kids would probably kill each other, if left them alone for much longer.

"Time to move out," He commanded, herding the four towards the door.

George watched them make their way into the corridor. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing that they didn't have their memories.

He sighed, "And no more fighting," he warned. "Stay with me people."