A/N: Well, after much deliberation, much episode watching, and much reading of excellent fics, I have decided to re-write and re-post this little story…you know, revise the plot, twist some things and not care, make it longer, make it better…Anyhow, if you have anything to comment on, or any way to help…heck, you can e-mail me. I officially relieve you of the nessecity to comment.

Disclaimer: I DO own Jack and Daniel, and various good-looking male characters from other series, but I don't own the series themselves…if you wanna borrow one, just say the word…-laughs-

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Prologue

"What exactly are you saying, mom?"

The woman stared at the brunette teenagers sitting at attention in front of her and sighed audibly. Her twins had inherited not only her technical proficiency, but also their father's impossibly uncooperative attitude.

"Boys, I want you to build a machine to send Morgan back in time."

She gulped. Her daughter was going to hate her for this…

The blue-eyed twin grinned evilly. "Cool! We get to make a doohi…A machine." He amended weakly, his shin still aching from where his twin had kicked him.

"Alex, you are an idiot," the brown-eyed one sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Dear Pophis would murder us. Just like she did when we cloned mom and dad. Or when we drugged Uncle Daniel. Or when we…"

His mother tapped her foot impatiently.

"I do know everything about what you guys have done, and how your little sister has beaten you up for it." She took a breath to continue, but was cut off by Alex.

"BEATEN UP? That's the understatement of the century, mom. She destroyed us. I mean, c'mon! Just cause she's the jock and all doesn't mean she has to kill the geeks!"

He shuddered and pointed dramatically at the bruise healing on his upper arm.

"And," the other twin added, not to be outdone, "Dad says it's our fault cause we don't defend ourselves."

Their mother laughed. "And I say it's your fault because you antagonize her. Now, let's get back to business. You are going to build that machine. Got it?"

Alex whined, "But MOM! Whay can't you? I mean, you're the super-genius around here…we're just in training…isn't that right, Jason?"

Jason nodded.

She sighed.

"Boys, I simply don't have time. Or energy. If you haven't noticed, I look like a Christmas turkey, and I have trouble walking around. That means, I have learnt from having children such as yourselves, that I could go into labour any time. If you won't, I could always get Felger to try, and have Morgan help him and tell her that it was all because of you…" She trailed off ominously, and grinned evilly to herself. Three, two, one…

"NO!" They both yelled, and immediately tripped over eachother to kneel at her feet and profess their desire to anything to help. Mixing bumbling Felger with their perfectionist sister had happened once, and they had all been warned, that, should it EVER happen again…

She laughingly dismissed them, and they bowed themselves out melodramatically, expressing their utter love and admiration for her.

Once they got outside her lab and closed the door, Alex looked at Jason and asked, "Wait…did we just beg to do something to make Pophis mad in order to prevent her from getting mad?"

Jason groaned and sank to the floor. "Crap. Mom really knows how to use our fears against us…we're sure she's our mom, right?"

Alex pulled the Ancient medical scanner from the pocket of his dress-blue cargo pants and shook his head.

"We've got mom's unique bio-signs. We've got Jolinar's protein marker. We've got our sister in her gut. We've got…ewwwww…SO wrong!"

Jason leaned over to look at the display on his twin's device, and compared it to his own. "Ewwwww is right! They're behaving like teenagers!"

Alex gagged. "Yeah, and WE don't have time for girlfriends because of the situation. Dang it, dad should be sued!"

They heard footsteps in the corridor, and stoof just in time to catch sight of their sister's chocolate brown eyes. Her blonde hair was falling out of it's neat French braid and she was carrying a Tok'ra data pad and looking quite pleased with herself.

"Hey, guys! Look at this!"

She waved the pad in their faces too swiftly for them to read, then brought it back under her nose to make sure she had it all right.

Alex grabbed it from her, and began to read it as his siblings glared at him – the one for putting their lives in grave danger, the other for stealing her precious data.

He nodded sagely, tapped his brother's elbow, and handed the pad back to Morgan.

"Nice work, there, Pophis. Better show it to Felger before you let mom look over it."

With that, he grabbed Jason (who was attempting to sink through the floor), and bolted.

"You guys would SO get it, but I'm to excited to be mad at you. Next time, though…just tread carefully – you never know when the happiness will wear off!"

She knocked on her mother's door, humming "Always Forever" under her breath as she thought about the results of her experiment, and the devastatingly handsome Tok'ra she had been working with…

A/N: Okay…As you can see, I have posted both this and Chapter Uno at the same time, so…be forewarned, things are a bit changed in this fic. For instance, Janet never died, and I'm still going with Jack in charge of the SGC. Although, things WILL have a bit of a twist…don't get TOO picky on me, now!