"Dan and Kevin brought him here last night and we put him to bed. He passed out the minute we left him alone," she said defensively. "I thought he was you!"

"Who is this Dan and Kevin?" Jack asked, "And how did they find me last night?"

"They're friends of mine, and I have no idea how they found you last night," Mac replied. "They probably don't know how they found you last night. We were all pretty wasted." This was said with a guilty look at his wife.

"That reminds me," she said. "What in the world were you guys thinking? I would have that thought between the three of you, one of you would have enough sense to insist on a designated driver. You could have been killed!" she continued with a glare aimed at her husband.

"I see you opened your gift," Mac commented, reaching out to touch the necklace. "Do you like it?" he asked with an expectant smile.

"Oh no you don't," she exclaimed. "You're not going to get off that easy."

Mac just smiled at her and she gave an exasperated sigh before giving in to her own smile. "Well okay, maybe you will this time. Just promise me you won't do that again," she pleaded, as her husband pulled her into a hug.

"I promise," he said and turned to Jack. "Did she give you the same speech?"

Jack had to grin, "Yeah, she did. But she was too excited over the present you bought her, so I didn't get it as badly as you did." His grin became wider as she glared at him.

"Let me go give the guys a call to see if any of them remember what happened last night," Mac said moving toward the phone by the bed. "Were you with anyone last night who could help you to find out what happened?"

"No. I was at a party and only because I was forced to be there," Jack replied, trying to remember anything that would clear this up. "Oh wait, I ran across an old friend and we decided to check out a neighborhood bar, I don't remember which one though…" he trailed off as he realized what must have happened. "Oh crap! Randy found you and your friends found me," he said in shock.

"We must have ended up at the same bar and too plastered to notice anything was wrong," Mac agreed. "Oh man, now I know I am getting to be too old. I've lost the old MacGyver touch," he said shaking his head.

"Tell me something," Jack said as he looked into his double's eyes. "Is this all real? Or are you messing with my mind, 'cause I really don't need this right now."

"I could ask the same thing of you," Mac said, "my past coming to haunt me, so to speak."

"You wouldn't happen to know anybody named Harlan, would you?" Jack asked as he grabbed his phone. Mac shook his head while Jack dialed the SGC, "If someone answers….," he muttered.

"Cheyenne Mountain," said a voice after the second ring.

"This is O'Neill. Let me speak with Colonel Carter," he said, as he felt a stirring of fear rippling through him. He really didn't want this to be true. He noticed that Mac was talking with someone on his phone as he sat on the bed leaning back against the headboard.

He put as much distance as he could from his audience and waited for the transfer to go through. He noticed that Lanie was sitting on the edge of the bed watching him with compassion. She was worried about him, he thought, as he heard Carter's voice come through the receiver.

"Carter," she said.

"Carter, this is O'Neill. Listen, I need you to do me a favor, will you? I met up with an old friend of mine, Colonel Randall Jordan. Could you do some magic and find him for me? I need a phone number."

"I'll try sir," Carter replied. "Was he at that party you were supposed to attend last night? How did it go?" Jack could swear he could hear a grin in that question.

"Yes he was and I am trying to forget that I even attended that damn party, okay?"

"Yes sir," she said and this time he was positive she was laughing at him.

"I guess I will listen to Daniel tell me all about his new toy while you get that information for me," Jack said with a sigh. "Is he there?"

"Just a minute sir," she said before taking the phone from her mouth. He heard her and Daniel talking in the background and knew he was in for it when Daniel told her to tell him to shove it.

"Tell him I heard that," he shouted into the phone, then grinned when he heard Daniel yell back, "Good, I don't like being hung up on."

"Why'd you hang up on me?" Daniel asked, having picked up the receiver.

"It's pretty early here and you know how I am before my morning coffee," he replied as he peered through the curtains of a window he was standing near. The MacGyver's had a pretty big yard, he noticed.

"Well, as I was trying to tell you earlier before you so rudely hung up on me, the writing on the ruins speak of the Go'ulds, which suggests that the snakes have been on Earth within the last six or seven hundred years." Daniel said in a rush as if afraid he was going to get cut off again.

"Does it tell you what they did while they were here?" Jack asked, as he watched a neighbor shake a stick angrily at a dog that was hanging around too close to the man's garden.

"Well, I haven't actually gotten that far," Daniel said defensively. "I am still working out the details."

"This is all really fascinating Daniel, really it is," Jack said with a sigh. "It's too bad you haven't given me anything that I could use. What'd you bring back with you, and Daniel, be a little cryptic if you will, cell phones are not the most secure things in the world, know what I mean?" Trust Daniel to forget even the most important things when he gets caught up in an archeological find.

"Oh sorry Jack. I forgot," Daniel said, guiltily. "We brought back a tablet with writing on it, not to mention enough pictures to fill a hard drive. I'm working on the translations now and hope to have some information within the next couple of days."

"Good. Keep working on it and keep me informed if anything more exciting comes out of it," Jack said. "I should be back there tomorrow, barring any more problems."

"Problems?" Daniel asked. Never let it be said that guy didn't pick up on the little things.

"Did Carter get that information yet?" Jack asked, ignoring Daniel's concern.

"What kind of problem? Does it have anything to do with you being AWOL?" Daniel asked nonchalantly.

"What?" Jack yelled, turning back to glare at Mac. "What the hell do you mean I am AWOL?"

"We got a call this morning asking us if we'd heard from you, which by the way, was one of the reasons we called you earlier," Daniel said pointedly. "You disappeared from the party last night and you weren't in your hotel room this morning when your ride came to pick you up for your meeting with the Joint Chiefs, so they called and asked us if we knew where you might be."

"Crap!" Jack said. He had forgotten the meeting.

"So?" Daniel pressed. "Where are you and why did you go AWOL?"

"I did not go AWOL," Jack insisted. "I just… I just got a little wasted last night and ended up somewhere I shouldn't have and now I am trying to sort things out."

"Is she pretty?" Daniel asked with a laugh.

"Shut up Daniel!" Jack growled. "This is not funny. Did Carter get that information for me?" He fumed as he waited for Daniel to ask Carter.

"No. Not yet. She said to give her a little more time."

"Tell her she has as long as it takes me to grovel to the Joint Chiefs. I'll call her back in, depending on who will be doing the yelling, say an hour? Sooner if I get someone who is a little understanding."

"Okay. Good luck!!"

Jack hung up and put the phone to his forehead as he closed his eyes, bracing himself for what he knew was coming next. He opened them to see Mac and Lanie staring at him with concern. He tried to smile at them, but all he really wanted to do was punch a few holes in the walls.

"AWOL?" Mac asked, his face showing his concern and something that looked suspiciously like pity.

"I was supposed to be at a meeting this morning," he replied, trying to sound as if it wasn't a big deal. "I guess I forgot, although my escort would have reminded me if I was in my hotel room instead of here," he accused.

"Well, don't look at me, I wasn't the one who brought you here," Mac said defensively. "Kevin said he doesn't remember a whole lot, just that he and Dan brought me here before they went home."

"I suppose Randy will have the same story," Jack sighed. "You do look a lot like me. You know," he said thoughtfully, "you never did tell me why."

"Why what?" Mac asked, looking at Jack as if he had lost his mind.

"Why you look like me," Jack said calmly.

"I am willing to bet my necklace that you two are twins," Lanie said, "it can't be anything else and I will not give up until I find out for sure. Okay, here's the plan," she said. "Jack, you go make your phone call while I get breakfast started and I'll take down as much information as you can tell me while you eat. Mac," she said turning to her husband, "you get over here and tell me happy anniversary or I'll just have to get mad at you all over again."

"You'd make a great commander," Jack said with a grin, "and believe me; I've seen some of the best." He turned and headed for the door as Mac pulled his wife into an embrace.