These characters both real and imagined belong to someone else. Thanks to Shannon K for your help!
"Just how drunk was I when I agreed to this?" Jack snarled at his companions as they walked up the stairs to Colorado Springs High School. He tugged at the tie to his dress blue uniform like it was a noose around his neck.
"You agreed to this when we got back from PX5-814, sir," Sam said, trying to keep the grin off her face.
"PX what?"
"You know, the purple planet with the psychotropic mushrooms we all ate by mistake," Daniel sighed, regretting once again mistranslating important words like hallucinogenic and psychedelic. "We were tripping for twenty-four hours straight and for some reason you decided to call your mini-me and share the experience with him."
"We must guide the young Tauri on their future paths as warriors, O'Neill," offered T'ealc as he carried two boxes of pamphlets on careers in astrophysics and Air Force recruitment.
Jon met them at the front door he was wearing a red t-shirt that said, 'I tried to be good, but I got bored.' Taking the box of archaeology and linguistics materials from Daniel he greeted them, "Danny, T how are you on this fine day? Sam, you're looking good. Old man, did you remember to take your meds today, we can't have your knees creaking during your presentation."
"Very funny, shrimp, how are we doing this?" Jack said, resisting the urge to smack his young clone.
"Mr. Miller has assigned us two rooms. Danny and T will handle the archaeology/linguistics presentation in one and Air Force/astrophysics in the other," Jon informed them. "Ah, here we are, Sam, after you. This is the room for you and the old man to make your pitches in. Daniel and T will be right across the hall."
T'ealc deposited the boxes of information on the teacher's desk. Taking the boxes from Jon he headed across the hall with Daniel to set up their room. T'ealc was wearing a black polo shirt and khaki pants while Danny was in a tailored blue linen shirt and crisp jeans.
Jack saw the look on the young man's face and asked, "What is with the smirk, Mini-Me? Want to let the old man in on the joke and why did you assign T to be Danny Boy's assistant?"
The slight smirk on the clone's face bloomed into a full blown grin. "One of the girls on the basketball team happened to see Daniel the other day when he came to pick me up after the fight. His career class is 95 percent female and there were a couple of shoving matches at the signup sheet. T is there to watch his six, literally."
Sam snickered, "Holy Hannah, I wonder if Daniel will even notice that no one is really listening to what he has to say."
"Excellent, this is gonna be great ammunition back at the base. I wish I could get it on film," Jack said, rubbing his hands like Montgomery Burns.
"Already taken care of, Homer," Jon informed him, "I have a plant in there with a video cell phone. Lisa will even make sure to torture him a little."
"Lisa?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That is just Bart's nickname for me," stated a petite redhead wearing a shirt that stated, 'I have multiple personalities and none of them like you.' "You must be Marge and Homer."
"Just out of curiosity, what are Daniel and T's nicknames, Bart?" Jack asked.
"Carl for T and Martin for Danny," Jon grinned, "Are we ready for Operation Springfield, Lisa?"
"All set, but I will have you know the money I am not making off this is significant. The head cheerleader offered me $100 bucks to trade classes with her," the girl informed Jon.
Sam whistled, "That would buy a lot of coffee. So, what is your name?"
"Sorry for Jon's total lack of manners, I'm Shannon. You're Sam and Jack, Jon has told me about you. Can I talk to you later about astrophysics since I am missing your presentation to help Bart here torture his other uncle?"
"Sure, I'd be glad to talk to you later, Shannon," Sam answered, "um, other uncle?"
"Yeah, I figure Jack must be another of Jon's uncles since there's resemblance around the eyes," Shannon reasoned.
"Oh, I really don't see it," Sam ran her finger inside the collar of her uniform, "well; except for their fascination for the Simpsons."
"That is not fascination; it is obsession on Jon's part. I'd better get across the hall and get a good seat before the mass hysteria starts," nodding to each of the conspirators, "Marge, Homer, Bart."