I know this chapter is a little vague and lacking in a lot of details but I promise the next chapter will be different. I just kind of wanted a chapter with an overall reaction to the situation before I delved deeper.
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One week had passed since the twenty O'Neill's had stepped through the gate. SGC members were in various states of disarray as a result.
General Hammond had banned all O'Neill's, including the original, from stepping into his presence for the next three days. One of the Colonel O'Neill's didn't take that order seriously and ended up in the brig as a result.
Daniel was thisclose to running into an incoming wormhole or bashing his head on one of his artifacts. He had thought one bored Jack was bad. Now, at any given time, two or three O'Neill's could be found in his office. Two or three bored O'Neill's. That liked to play catch with his artifacts. And then drop them because they sucked at catch. Daniel had found that it was actually worse to not have one of the Jack's present. That typically meant something bad was going to happen. And most likely to him. Jack O'Neill was a prankster and now he had twenty of himself to bounce ideas off of. This one week had caused Daniel to become quite paranoid and he was pretty sure he was developing a twitch.
Teal'c was actually enjoying the whole experience. The O'Neill's would come to him when they wanted to spar and he had effectively beaten every single one of them. Teal'c had also been the one to introduce the idea of the O'Neill's sparring with each other. Many had come to watch the O'Neill's do battle on the following days and many bets had been placed. Teal'c's lips twitched into what could only be described as smug. Much money had been won.
Janet was seriously considering entering herself into a psych ward. Thanks to Teal'c's wonderful idea, Janet had three Colonel's in her infirmary. Teal'c had no idea the plotting of his demise that was currently going through the minds of several of the nursing staff. And if she so much as heard one more little whine, Janet was going to buy elephant needles in large quantities and use whichever Colonel crossed her as a pin cushion. As it was, she was currently eying the sedative cabinet on a frequent basis.
Sam was overall enjoying the experience. The first few days had been a little terrifying. At any given moment, there had been multiple Colonel's littering her lab. After trying to wrangle all of her equipment away on a repeated basis, Sam decided that the idea of having just one child appealed to her greatly. Especially if it were to be Jack's child. Oh god! She did not just have that thought.
On the third day, a system had been worked out. Only one Colonel could be in her lab at any given time. Sam was even starting to be able to tell them apart. And had given them names. The four original trouble makers from her lab had been the first with names. Button O'Neill had stuck and for some reason, every time she thought of the other three, Huey, Duey, and Louie came to her mind. Then, there was Doc. Yes, a Dr. Jack O'Neill. And he was unabashedly unashamed of the fact, much to the chagrin of the other O'Neill's. 'Stache kind of creeped her out. Colonel O'Neill with a mustache? She cringed just at the idea. He looked much better without it. Sam's favorite was Mouth. He was also the Colonel's least favorite. And for the very same reason. Since this wasn't his reality, Mouth had absolutely no problem with saying something to completely embarrass and mortify the Colonel.
The science of the situation for Sam was another matter. Entropic cascade failure should have been effecting the multiples long ago but they seemed to be completely fine on all counts. It had at least been determined how they came upon this reality. SG-1 had several months ago gone to a planet designated PS5-727. Being a 'Daniel' planet, the Colonel had been bored. When he found a hand print on one of the walls in the structure of the building they were in, he had placed his own hand over it. Colonel O'Neill had said that it felt like little feelers were slightly suctioning his hand for a moment and then released him. Janet had checked him over just to be safe once the team had returned home but found nothing the matter with him so the incident was forgotten. Apparently, the multiple O'Neill's had just gone to that planet, and being Jack O'Neill, they had all gotten bored and placed their hand on the imprint. Only when they did so, they were immediately transported to this reality. They didn't realize it at the time. To them, it looked as though all of their team had simply disappeared. The problem was, Sam was still unaware of how this technology worked, and was thus, at a loss of how to send them back as of now. Daniel was still in the process of translating the ruins, and Sam was hoping that he had better luck in figuring out how to operate the device.
Jack the First, as he was now calling himself, was very ready to be the only O'Neill in his reality again. It had been fun at first. Annoying Daniel had been taken to new heights and had been thoroughly amusing. But Carter was a different matter. 'They' were always there. Giving her those looks. Was it stupid to be jealous of yourself? And he was positive that she smiled more at them. Especially that mouthy one. If it wasn't him constantly making some kind of remark about 'feelings', then he was running around telling Feretti embarrassing stories, or telling Daniel that Jack had been the one to super glue his pants to the chair. Talk about a Benedict Arnold. And because of the stupid copies, Jack hadn't been allowed to leave the base for a week. Something about the airmen not being able to tell if it was really him and not one of the multiples leaving. Stupid alternate realities.