I do not own anything related to sg-1 and am writing this with no benefit to myself except for the pure joy of thinking it up.

Now on with the story.

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Sam Carter walked into her lab reading a report and eating a rather delicious pastry, courtesy of one Dr. Daniel Jackson.

On looking up, Sam found that she was equal parts blissfully beside herself and horrifically terrified. There were at least twenty Colonel O'Neill's roaming around her lab. She was tremendous glad that she had not been trying to swallow a bite of her pastry at that moment as she would have inevitably choked and have to be rushed to the infirmary. The latter she wasn't quite sure still wouldn't need to be done.

Almost as one, the twenty O'Neill's turned in her direction and smiled the smile. The one that she swears she only saw when he looked at her sometimes. Under the magnitude of receiving such a smile from so many faces, Sam's knees actually went a little weak.

Again, at the same time, several Carter's were called by the troop, along with a few Sam's, which did not go unnoticed by her. Neither did it go unnoticed by the group as they all did his cute little scrunching up of the face and looked at each other. Crap! Did she just think that was cute?

One of the O'Neill's at the front stepped forward with a scowl on his face.

"Carter! Do you think you can fix this little problem?"

Was this her Colonel? "Umm, sir??"

Recognizing the questioning look she was giving him, Jack rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm your Colonel."

A snort came from the back of the room, followed by a muttered, "He wishes."

Jack's eyes narrowed and he whipped around so fast, Sam wasn't quite sure how he didn't fall over.

"And you! I've already told you to shut it!" Whilst in the process of turning back towards Sam, Jack continued his tirade. "God! Am I always this mouthy?"

Deciding it would be best for her career if she didn't answer that question, Sam scanned the room. Two O'Neill's appeared to be in a glaring match, sizing each other up which she kind of found amusing considering they were the same person. Four were surrounding her lab table, each messing with different equipment. One was reaching toward a device SG-6 had brought in yesterday. Sam had no idea what it did yet and to have any O'Neill reaching to press the lone button on the device screamed disaster.

"Sir!"

Surprisingly, not all of the O'Neill's looked up. There were one or two who cleared their throat as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't, and the ones at the table either immediately dropped their 'doohickey' and tried to look innocent or in the case of the 'button' O'Neill, froze with arm still outstretched and looked sideways at her guiltily.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you, sir."

'Button' O'Neill pulled his hand slowly back and looked at her sheepishly. The other three doohickey O'Neill's were in various stages of mocking. All three were shaking their heads slowly, while one added, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Here for one hour and already in trouble with Carter." This earned a glare from 'button' O'Neill.

"This is weird."

Sam turned to look at her Colonel, from which the comment had come from.

"How did this happen, sir?"

"No idea. They just started showing up through the gate."

"Hey Sam, I was just looking at this tablet from...oh god!"

Daniel stood in the doorway to the lab with his mouth hanging open and a horrified dazed expression on his face.

Several 'Danny-boy's from cheeky grin wearing O'Neill's seemed to terrify him further.

"What in the hell did you do, Jack?"

Receiving either continued cheeky grins or mock indignation from various O'Neill's, Jack said, "Me? What do you mean what did I do? I didn't do anything!"