"Oh, come on. you have to had known that Jack's always taken an interest in your life." Daniel said, smirking slightly.

"Jack. O'Neill." I tried to clarify.

'Wait, no. Dad and I were always best friends. and Mom would have told me if he wasn't my real dad. right?'

"Indeed." Teal'c stepped behind him, keeping his face as stoic as ever.

'Oh, now Teal'c's in on it?'

"You remember when you chosen for the 302 program even though you didn't think you should get in? how about when you were chosen for SG-1?" Sam reasoned.

'I guess it's possible...'

"wait, are you saying that Jack O'Neill is.." Vala trailed off

"My daddy?" I asked.

'no way... I don't even look like him! ... well...'

"All starting to make sense now, isn't it?" Daniel smirked.

"Aw, I'm being Punk'd, aren't I?"

'that's got to be it.'

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"I'm talking about a twist! something no ones expecting!" Marty exclaimed.

'Geeze! you should have listened to the Zombies, but no.'

"You mean something like this" General O'Neill said, walking into the room.

'See!? I don't look like him! ... no!'

"Oh, yeah. don't think anyone will see that coming."

"no, there'll be spoilers"

"are you kidding? it'll be in the commercial."

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"So what brings you this way, sir?" I said, trying to stay professional.

"Oh, can't I just stop in from Malabo to say "hi"?" He asked.

"Malabo?" Sam asked, not really believing what she was hearing.

"Sure. I was there on... business."

"exactly sir. you're an air forse General with enormous responsibilities."

"Ostensibly I just stopped by to see how you were doing with Marty. ... well, truth be know, that I, uh, lately I've been feeling a little, uh... what, how do I say this..." he shrugged.

'wait a minute. a while back, didn't Teal'c say I reminded him of the General? coincidence?'

"it's ok to say that you miss us, sir." Sam almost shyly said.

"no, not that..."

"like you have unfinished business?"

"Ok," he shrugged again

"You need closure." I started, finally joining the conversation.

"and I have the perfect thing. we're about to go on a mission to commemorate my 200th time through the gate."

"really? 200 you say?" General O'Neill said, adopting an Irish accent.

"that's 200 times he's stepped through the gate, sir, not actual missions." Sam clarified. I gave her a quick glare.

"To be honest, I wouldn't mind one last jaunt through the old orphas." Orphas?

"what. we call it that sometimes, don't we? orphas?"