Disclaimer- No, I don't own any of this. The plot-line is mine, but I don' get any money from it. Stargate SG-1 and MacGyver are not mine, okay? Got that? Good.

WS- Well, I hope you like it. I know that this has been done before, but I couldn't help myself. Please R&R or I won't update!

Anyway, this is set in the late 6th season. Well, it's before he got out of this all, and before the Goa'uld were practically defeated. They're still the prime threat.

But, I have a way of making people confused by calling people by different names at different time, so, I'll put them all down here.

Major Samantha Carter: Major; Sam; Carter; Samantha. Colonel Jack O'Neill: Jack; Colonel; O'Neill. Teal'c: Teal'c. Dr. Daniel Jackson: Daniel; Dr. Jackson. General George Hammond: General; General Hammond; George. I hope that helps a bit!

Chapter One: The Convention

Jack O'Neill sat in his usual chair, next to Major Samantha Carter. Across from his was Teal'c, a jaffa, and next to Teal'c sat Dr. Daniel Jackson. General George Hammond sat at the head of the table. They all had files in front of them, and behind O'Neill was a large window that overlooked a room with a large circular device known as a Stargate.

"The planet P4X-721 is a Goa'uld-controlled planet, but it has a large supply of raw naquida," General Hammond said.

"Enough to be worth the risk, sir?" Carter inquired.

"Yes, Major, it is," the General replied.

"Sir, I've requested leave for about a week starting tomorrow…" Jack said, uncertainly. He needed to get out for a week. He couldn't explain to everyone why, though.

"Of course, Colonel. Besides, the probes we've sent have all indicated that the security is tighter than the first time we took a look there. It's under Apophis's rule, and Apophis is there. We have reason to believe that he's only there temporarily, though. We're going to send you all as soon as he leaves, which means you'll probably get your leave," Hammond replied.

"Um, if it's alright Jack, I'd like to know why you want to leave for even that long… usually your vacations only last a few days," Daniel said.

Jack hesitated, and said, "I'm going to see some old friends. That's all."

Teal'c raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Why was the Colonel acting cryptic? Of course, there was no way to tell with the Tauri, so he let it slip by.

Carter furrowed her brows, but was quiet—about that subject, anyway. "Sir, when is Apophis expected to leave?" she asked the General.

"We don't know for certain. But in everything else we've encountered, he usually stays at one of his mining planets for about a week at a time, maybe two. There's no reason why this planet should be any different," he answered.

Sam nodded. That was good. They wouldn't have to go rushing into missions like usual. That was really good.

About an hour later, SG-1 was in the cafeteria, having lunch, sitting at the same table. "So… how's your 'old friend' doing, Colonel?" Sam asked, trying to strike up a conversation over their lemon chicken and rice.

"Good," he answered, simply. His voice was flat, and he didn't look at her when he answered her question. That was odd…

Teal'c raised an eyebrow yet again, and cocked his head ever so slightly. The others noticed, and had to agree with him. Jack was still concentrating on his lunch.

Sam nor Daniel could find a way to have a conversation while thinking about all of that, so she spoke up about something else. "I'm going to be gone for about as long as the Colonel will. It's a special convention, out of town. It's astrology, math, and science. I can hardly wait."

Jack's ears perked up, and he shot her an alarmed glance. "Are you alright, sir?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he answered, taking control of himself back. He knew he must be acting odd, but he wasn't about to explain his odd behavior.

"Well, alright, Jack. But you're acting kinda…," Daniel started to say, but trailed off.

O'Neill shrugged. "Oh well. Just an off day, I suppose."

Carter blinked. Didn't he always say "I guess," instead of "I suppose." Saying "I suppose" would indicate grammatical intelligence…. This was all wrong.

Jack finished with his plate of food before anyone else. He stood up, and said, "Alright, I'll see you all later. I've gotta go take care of something."

They watched as he walked off with his plate, set it with all of the other dirty plates, and walked out of the cafeteria.

After a moment, Daniel spoke up. "That was weird," he said, his voice betraying his severe puzzlement.

"Indeed." Teal'c's voice was steady, as usual, but his expression and tense body told that he was confused. Join the club.

Carter sighed. "He must be having a bad day… maybe? I really don't know. He seems tense about his 'old friend.'"

Daniel nodded. "Really. And how he reacted when you told us all about the convention…. I wonder what's wrong. Maybe he's… well, actually, I have no idea."

Carter chuckled. "Same here."

Jack went into a storage room. The secrecy of everything was well-thought out. He thought it was needed, and it was.

He opened his laptop and activated it. In seconds, the Dell was whirring and buzzing to life, and then it faded and he brought up his electronic mail. He had ten new messages, nine of them spam. The tenth, though, he clicked on and opened.

To: Re: Re: Convention Invitation

MacGyver,

How've you been, Mac? It's all been dreary here without you. I got a call from Jack Dalton yesterday. Can you believe he's still up to his get-rich-quick schemes? Penny Parker asked for your new phone number, so I gave it to her. I hope you don't mind. She's still as hyper as ever. The camera finally loves her.

But, to the point, I've got more info on the convention, and I've also got a list of the people that's going. I won't send that now; I doubt you need it. But it starts at about 5pm tomorrow, and you'll see what time it ends. But it lasts the whole week, amazingly. Math, science, and astrology. Can you imagine? I have a feeling that you'll see a few old friends there, too. And, of course, I'll be there. It's from the Phoenix Foundation, and I'm still at the same rank that I was. I can't believe I haven't retired. Of course, I can't believe that you've already gotten to such a high rank in the Air Force to see all of the classified things you see. What I wouldn't give…. Well, anyway, I'll see you at the airport tomorrow!

Take care,

Pete Thornton

Jack nodded to himself. Jack Dalton must still be at it… there was no chance that he wasn't. Penny finally had gotten some talent on the stage; that was good. But he wished that Pete had sent the list containing all of the other people going there!

He sighed, and replied.

To: Re: Re: Convention Invitation

Heya Pete,

I've been good over here. Boring? Nah, I doubt it. Not at the Phoenix Foundation. Of course I can believe Jack's still at it. Why would he not be? He's hopeless, Pete. Just hopeless. Penny's finally getting used to the stage, aye? That's good. She hasn't called yet, but I'm sure she will. She's still hyper? That doesn't surprise me one bit. Nothing's going to keep her away from that caffeine, buddy.

Can you send me that list, Pete? I have my reasons. Yeah, astrology, math, and science: all of my best fields. Though I've taken up archeology and translation of ancient cultures; don't ask why. A few friends? That sounds pretty good. If only my parents were here to see me now…. Well, I can't dream about the past. Too bad. I can believe you haven't retired. Look at me, near 60 years old, and no one even knows except the General. They think I'm 45. Weird. I had another one of those weird dreams last night… you know the ones I used to have, right? One time it was in the old west; once it was in medieval times… etc. This time, though, it was in ancient Babylonian times. It was just weird. But, yes, I've got clearance for classified things. Sometimes it's a bother, though. Everyone looks to me for the answers. Being the Colonel isn't always the best thing. Especially when the only ones who outrank you are the doctor and the General.

See you tomorrow,

MacGyver

He sent it and clicked his laptop shut.

After a farewell, Daniel and Sam left the base in Cheyenne Mountain and they split up to go their own homes. It had been a long day of contemplating the Colonel's behavior.

Daniel was going to go see some old friends of his the next day, and go on a dig. They were the only ones who didn't think that he was crazy because of his preposterous theories about ancient times.

Sam was going to the convention in the morning. It was in another part of California, about two hours drive away. She was excited about it. When she got home, her mind soon cleared about Jack's odd behavior and she thought about the next day before melting off into dreamland.

The Colonel looked at his watch. Then, he looked back at the road in front of him. The a/c in his car was cranked up to full blast; it was a hot summer night.

He was on his way home, on the highway. There were a lot of cars around him, but not near as many as there would have been on a weekend. Still, this was California, and it was always busy some way or the other.

He looked at the car to his right, out the driver's side window. A glint had caught his eye. Did some idiot have his brights on? He thought he recognized the face in the car there, but he blinked, and the person was looked away from him again. He wouldn't have been able to tell at all.

Little did he know, he would've recognized the face if he had seen it for more than a moment. He wouldn't have been happy.

WS- It's a bit short; I usually make chapters about ten pages long. But, I thought this was a good place to stop. So, please R&R!