The Colorado morning dawned clear and cold. It was typical for a late September morn, but it still shocked the four members of SG-1 as MacGyver led them from the house. In the pit of his stomach, he was certain he was leading them to doom, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Were he to help them hide, Murdoc would be on their tail the whole way. There was a good chance he was already one step ahead...
Mac had always known that Murdoc was abnormally clever. But "alien" wasn't the word that normally came to mind. Truth be told, Mac's head was spinning. Somehow it didn't feel like he was dealing with "same old Murdoc" anymore. Murdoc was frightening enough, so what of this new danger? All he knew was that he had to get SG-1 to the Stargate, probably through it, before Murdoc could do anything that would conceivably change history.
Meanwhile, Major Carter was frantically wracking her brain. Anything, anything that might get them home... But her mind was blank. The only thing that seemed to want to surface was "People aren't supposed to relive their pasts, Carter!"
"...Carter?"
"Carter!" She looked up. Two pairs of identical, concerned brown eyes were looking at her.
"You alright?" Colonel O'Neill asked. He had let the sunlight create it's usual mask, and showed no sign of rememberance for the night before.
MacGyver was also looking down at her. He, of course, didn't understand. But the concern was appreciated nonetheless.
"Fine, Sir." She forced a smile and walked on, leaving the two men behind, staring at each other.
"So..." O'Neill said quietly, awkwardly.
Mac looked at the ground, and scuffed a shoe in the dust.
"Is she... always like that?" Mac asked.
"She's always thinking too much, if that's what you mean."
"Ahh..."
"So, why do you... I mean... Well, the last time I looked myself in the eye... It was a clone... an Android clone, actually..."
Mac grinned. "There are only 7 billion genetic permutations. It is possible to be natural, unrelated clones."
O'Neill raised an eyebrow.
"Oh..."
He then walked off, leaving Mac completely alone.
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The four members of SG-1 stood in a deserted 'Gate room. Mac had insisted Pete clear the entire level of personnel, and presently, he sat with SG-1 to think. Murdoc would, no doubt, be making his grand entrance soon enough.
Almost as if on cue, the chevrons of the massive 'Gate lit up. As the final one locked into place, the doors of the 'Gate room slid open, and Murdoc sauntered in.
Mac's first impression was that, if it were truly possible, Murdoc was even more immersed in cheap theatrics than before. He stood in the doorway, wearing the double crown of ancient Egypt, robed bizarrely in gold, each arm entwined to the shoulder in unique looking ribbon devices. The shoulders were surmounted with great solar disks, and the ribbons that twined down his arms ended, each with an Ankh, jointed over his knuckles. Even the members of SG-1 stared, openmouthed at the spectacle before them.
"It is time." The villain growled, "To make my glorious return to Amarna."
It wasn't long before Murdoc realized all was not well. It was possible his first hint came in the form of three guns and one zat pointed at his head.
"I don't think you're going anywhere, Murdoc." Mac said, his eyes glimmering intensely.
"No, MacGyver It's you who won't be going anywhere. For a very long time." The solar disks on Murdoc's shoulders began to glow. He raised one hand, and a pulse of energy sent MacGyver flying into the stone of the 'Gate ring, landing like a limp rag- doll in a heap on the ramp. SG-1 followed soon after, scattered like leaves blowing in the wind.
"Follow him!" O'Neill growled, lying upside down in a corner. "Hold the 'Gate open!"
Daniel scrambled up the ramp and thrust the muzzle of his gun through the 'Gate, only seconds after Murdoc leapt through.
"Carter! Teal'c, take Mac, get him through the 'Gate!"
"But Sir!" Carter called.
"Do it, Carter! We'll need his help. He knows how this Murdoc thinks!"
"Yes sir!"
O'Neill ushered his team through, then dove in himself, the 'Gate closing moments behind him.