Rewound
by Adalia Zandra
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them, so please don't sue me. Thanks!
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1, Season 2.
Crossovers: MacGyver, post series. You don't need to know much about MacGyver to follow this story, except that the character was also played by RDA and hence looks identical.
Category: Angst, H/C, kidfic.
Status: Work very much in progress. So far, nine parts have been outlined in longhand. I currently (as of the posting of this chapter on 2/28/06) don't have a beta for this project, and I wouldn't mind one. If you're interested, send me a message at adaliazandra at yahoo dot com.
Rating: The Rating Formerly Known As NC-17.
Warnings: PLEASE NOTE: This story involves rape and child abuse. Here there be monsters.
Summary: The Powers That Be have decided that SG-1 needs a civilian observer. Everyone is surprised when Jack's identical twin shows up at the SGC. Will the full story of the twins' past come to light? Who is really behind the idea of a civilian observer? And what trouble will SG-1 find on their supposedly simple mission?
Author's Notes: I've always wanted to write a kidfic, you'll see in later chapters what the title means. If anyone's curious . . . Google and trial by error make a great way to find a planet designation that nobody's used before. Anyway . . . as promised, here is my first posted SG-1/MacGyver crossover. Please expect updates every once in so often, because I have a full time schedule as a college undergrad to juggle along with working on this story. (Though, as always, enthusiastic reviews prompt quicker updates.) And now, on to the fic!
"Anyone want to explain this to me again?" Jack asked as SG1 made its way to the briefing room.
"It's not complicated, Jack," Daniel replied for the thousandth time. "The powers that be have decided that we need a civilian observer."
"But why?" Jack whined. "What the heck is a civilian observer going to do?"
"I believe his function would be to observe, O'Neill," Teal'c supplied helpfully. Jack glared at him, reasonably sure that Teal'c was making fun of him. When the glare didn't work he stuck his tongue out at the Jaffa, who simply raised an eyebrow in amusement, and continued on down the hall.
"Anyway, Sir, we only have to deal with him for three days. One mission off-world, that's all," Sam said.
"Key word, Carter, off-world. He'll just be in the way. Civilians are pretty useless off-world . . ." Daniel started to complain, but Jack held up a hand and cut him off. "Present company excluded, of course."
"We actually only have to take him to a planet we've already surveyed, you know, not on a real mission," Daniel reminded them.
"And you might try to go a little easy on the poor guy, Sir, for General Hammond's sake. He's got to deal with the observer's reports."
"Go easy on him? Who me? I have no idea what you could be talking about. I'm the picture of innocence," Jack grinned.
"Yes, Jack," Daniel sighed.
Jack ignored him and bounced through the door into the briefing room. General Hammond was standing at the head of the table.
"Is our civilian friend here yet, Sir? I should start terrorizing him right away, got to live up to Cap'n Carter's expectations."
"Oh, he's here, Colonel. In fact, he's right over there," the General replied with a slightly confused look, pointing over Jack's shoulder to the other side of the room. "And I think you're going to have a little explaining to do."
"'Scuse me, Sir?" Jack said, but Hammond just motioned to the other side of the room again. Hearing the surprised gasps of his team members in the door behind him, Jack turned around to see what had gotten everyone so excited. At the opposite end of the briefing room there was a small table set up with coffee and tea. Standing in front of it was a man who was the spitting image of Jack, albeit with longer hair, calmly holding a steaming Styrofoam cup.
He had a grin the size of Hammond's beloved Texas plastered on his face as he took a step forward and waved at Jack, who was literally standing there with his mouth hanging open. "Close your mouth, Jonathan," he laughed.
Jack followed the command without thinking, then opened his mouth again to protest, "Hey, now wait a minute! I thought we had a deal about our names, An—"
The other man winced at the near use of that particular moniker, and relented. "Alright, Jack, jeeze."
"That's better," Jack laughed, moving forward and holding out his hand.
The other man put his cup down on the table and not only shook hands, but pulled Jack into a quick hug. "Nice to see you again," he said into Jack's ear.
"You, too! But what are you doing here?" Jack asked, pulling away to regard his look-alike.
"I was going to ask you the same thing. I had no idea the military had stashed you away down in this mountain."
"Colonel . . ." Hammond said, reminding Jack of who else was in the room.
"Oh, sorry, Sir," Jack jumped and turned around again. His teammates had stepped into the room and were standing next to the General. "Um, General Hammond, guys, I'd like you to meet Mr. MacGyver. He's my, um, brother."
"Twin," MacGyver corrected.
"Twin brother," Jack said, nodding.
"You have a twin?" Daniel asked.
"And you don't mean a mirror-jumping, alternate-universe twin, right?" Sam checked.
"No, Carter, I do not mean an alternate mirror thingy copy of me. I mean twin. As in . . ."
"Twin," MacGyver finished for him.
"Right," Jack agreed, continuing on with the introductions. "This is Captain Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c."
"Nice to meet you, Captain Carter," MacGyver said as they shook hands.
"Call me Sam," she smiled at him.
"Alright, Sam. Call me Mac," he replied. "Doctor Jackson?"
"Daniel," Daniel supplied, also shaking hands.
"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. MacGyver," Teal'c said with his customary nod.
"So, Jack, how come you never . . ." Daniel trailed off, waving one had expressively.
"Told you? You never asked. It never came up. Something like that," Jack mumbled, examining the briefing room floor.
"I want to know why there is no mention of him anywhere in your files, Colonel," Hammond asked pointedly.
Jack shrugged and waved a hand vaguely in his brother's direction before slumping down in his usual seat at the table. "Well, Mac? Explain yourself."
The others seated themselves around the table as well and looked to MacGyver.
He shrugged. "It's a combination of things. I wouldn't have been mentioned in any of Jack's files prior to the early nineties, anyway, because . . ."
"Because," Jack interrupted, "until then nobody but me even knew he existed. And I wasn't even too sure."
"Lot's of people knew I existed, Jack," he glared at his brother. "The two of us just hadn't seen each other since we were eight. You see, we were . . ."
". . . separated," Jack interrupted again, "after a messy court battle . . ."
". . . which Jack can fill you in on later. The next time we saw each other was in . . ."
". . . in a dinky little Middle Eastern country, where I saved his civilian butt . . ."
". . . in Yemen, where we were both working on the same assignment . . ."
". . . and I saved his civilian butt . . ."
". . . Jack, stipulating that his butt is civilian and you saved it once ten years ago in Yemen, can we get on with this?" asked an impatient Daniel.
"Sure, Danny, just as long as we've got that stipulated," Jack replied with a grin, and then motioned for Mac to continue.
"Anyway, since that . . . incident . . . was classified six ways from Sunday, I don't know whose records of what it would show up in."
"That still doesn't explain why you aren't in later files, Mr. MacGyver," Hammond pointed out.
"I'm sure you've read his file by now, General," Jack said, "so you know that I'm not mentioned in his, either, and that between the two of us we've been involved one way or another in nearly any secret operation you'd care to name in the past two decades."
"Well, Jack has," Mac corrected. "Most of the ones I get myself into are usually strictly above board."
"Right, Mac. That's why you're down here in the midst of the world's most secret operation ever, trying to explain why you look exactly like said operation's 2IC," Jack said sarcastically. "Anyway, my point is that it was in everyone's best interest not to advertise our relationship."
"At first, anyway. Jack's paranoia in that regard has lessened over the years. We don't actively hide it, anymore. At least, I don't," Mac said, giving his brother a suspicious glance.
Jack didn't reply to the comment, but simply contented himself with looking innocent. He knew he wasn't fooling anybody, but did it anyway for appearance's sake.
"Alright, people," Hammond said, cutting off Sam and Daniel as both started to ask questions. "Now that we've cleared that up somewhat, let's get on to the briefing, shall we? I know it's this is a surprise to us all, but you can interrogate them later."
Sam caught the look Hammond sent her, And I want to hear all about it. Carter smiled back at him. He was just as curious as the rest of them.
"Yes, Sir," Jack said. "What planet are we taking this little tour to again?"
"P3X-652, Jack," Daniel reminded him.
"Oh, yes," Jack replied, nodding. "I remember that one. The one with the trees . . ."
"In fact I believe many of the worlds we visit through the Stargate could be described as such, O'Neill," Teal'c said with a raised eyebrow.
Mac looked in amazement at Teal'c. The alien noticed his gaze and returned it calmly, with maybe just a hint of a smile.
Mac laughed out loud and said, "I see they've learned how to handle you here, Jack."
Jack couldn't decide who to glare at, his brother or the Jaffa, so instead he turned to Hammond.
"And what will we be doing on the lovely P3X-whatever it is, Sir?"
"Captain Carter has expressed an interest in taking a wider range of soil samples," Hammond replied.
"Yes, Sir," Carter said. "The samples I took near the gate during our original survey have been run through the lab and look promising."
"Naquadah?" Daniel asked.
"Very possibly," Sam replied. "Actually, I'd like to visit the ruins the UAV picked up and take some samples near there."
"Oooh, that's right. Aztec ruins, but we didn't have time to go check them out," Daniel flipped open the mission folder in front of him and took a closer look at the notes on the planet. Intrigued, Mac also opened his copy of the mission brief.
Smiling paternally at Dr. Jackson's enthusiasm, General Hammond "The ruins are about a day's walk from the Stargate. SG-1 will spend a day at the ruins to give Dr. Jackson a chance to look around, and Mr. MacGyver a chance to observe a field operation and make his evaluation."
"So we're going to hike through the woods for three days, Carter's going to play with dirt, and Daniel's going to play with rocks," Jack said.
"Pretty much, Sir," Carter replied.
"And Mac's going to tag along and observe this exciting activity. Is anyone else worried that it's these so-called simple missions that always get complicated?" Jack questioned.
"P3X-652 is one of the worlds from Ancients' database. Since no sign of a Goa'uld presence was found it was decided that this would be a 'safe' planet to take Mr. MacGyver along to," Hammond replied.
Jack looked skeptical. "No off-world mission is ever really safe, Sir. And no offence, Mac, but a civilian who's never been off-world before tagging along is not going to make things any easier if something happens. And something always happens, Sir."
"I know that, Colonel, but I wasn't the one who made the decision. As it stands, Mr. MacGyver's assignment is to observe SG-1 during a routine off-world mission. He was chosen specifically for his ability to perform his duties as an observer as well as function as a member of the team if a situation does arise."
Jack started to protest again but Hammond cut him off with a raised hand.
"I know what you're going to say, Jack, and I want you to think about it for a moment before you insult your brother's abilities. I'm sure you know his files as well as anyone."
"Better than anyone, that's why I'm worried," Jack mumbled. Mac sent him a 'Who, me?' look that the other members of SG-1 found to rival Jack's own. Jack ignored him and went on, "Alright, Sir. I'm sure SG-1 can manage to keep Mac out of trouble for a few days off-world. Right, guys?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Sure thing, Jack."
"Indeed, O'Neill."
"Hey! I resent that remark," Mac complained.
"Don't you mean you resemble it?"
"You've always been a worse trouble magnet than me, Jack."
"That's debatable, Mac."
"Alright, you two," Hammond cut in, standing up. "I think it's time you took this to the commissary. Mr. MacGyver came here straight from the airport and I'm sure he must be pretty hungry. The mission is a go, you leave tomorrow at 0700. SG-1, if you could escort our guest. Colonel, I'd like to speak to you for a moment."
"Yes, Sir," Jack said. "Go on, guys, I'll catch up. Save me a seat and some blue Jell-O."
"Okay, Jack," Daniel replied, leading the way out of the briefing room.
When they were gone Hammond said frankly, "Are you going to have a problem with this, Jack?"
"Because he's my brother, Sir?"
Hammond nodded.
Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It was certainly a surprise. I haven't heard from him in a few months."
He paused for a moment, then went on, "But I don't think so, Sir. I know Mac can take care of himself in a tight spot. My reservations are the same as if it were any other civilian observer. Honestly, I actually feel a little better knowing it's him. I trust Mac."
"Are you sure, Colonel? If you're not comfortable with it we can put this on hold until another situation can be worked out. We might be able to arrange for him to observe SG-2 or 3 instead."
"Are you kidding, Sir? He and Ferretti would drive each other nuts inside of an hour and I don't even want to think about what would happen if we let the SG-3 marines get their hands on him. They'd either kill him or he'd convert them. You do know he's rabidly anti-gun, right, Sir?"
"It says as much in his files. You don't have any problems with him coming on this mission, Colonel?" Hammond asked again.
"As long as I'm on record as having issues with this whole civilian observer thing in the first place, no, Sir. I don't have a problem with it," Jack replied.
"In that case, you and SG-1 make sure you show your brother a good time."
"Yes, Sir."
"Mr. MacGyver has already been fully briefed as to the nature of this program, and been given several of SG-1's previous mission reports to familiarize him with our normal procedures. He still needs to go over the standard field kit and get checked out on zat weapons, though. I trust you and your team can take care of that today," Hammond said.
"Yes, Sir. Shouldn't be a problem," Jack replied.
"One last thing before you go. Especially in light of your relationship with Mr. MacGyver, I feel I should let you know that I've heard rumblings about making the position of civilian observer into an ongoing, permanent function," Hammond said, a speculative look crossing his features.
Jack, for his part, blinked nonchalantly. Hammond looked almost concerned about the possibility. Jack filed away the information for future consideration and simply drawled, "Oooookay, Sir. Doesn't sound too bad."
Satisfied, Hammond smiled. "Alright, then. Go join your team, Colonel. I'm sure your brother is already regaling them with embarrassing stories."
"Not if he knows what's good for him, Sir. But you're right, I'd better go make sure," Jack grinned back.
"Go on, get out of here, Jack," Hammond laughed.
"Yes, Sir, getting out of here, Sir," Jack tossed over his shoulder as he left the room.
Hammond shook his head with amusement as he headed back to his office.