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He picked it up with ease. It wasn't his red phone, but rather a normal phone. "Hammond," he answered.

"Sir? We need you down at the V.I.P. quarters as soon as it is possible for you. No need to hurry, nothing's wrong…we just need to… talk."

Hammond frowned, even though Jack couldn't se him. He noticed that his 2IC's voice seemed slightly off pitch and he began to wonder if everything really was alright. "Colonel? Are you sure you're not sick or something?"

"Uh, yeah. We're fine sir." By 'we,' Hammond assumed that all or part of SG-1 was there.

"So then why couldn't you bring this matter to my office colonel, if it's so important?" The general had just asked the logical question, well, the obvious question.

"Well sir, that's a long story. Just come down whenever you find it...convenient." With those last words, the phone hung up. Hammond thought that was a highly unusual phone call, even for his line of work. Hammond decided to go down there immediately to see what was up. He desperately hoped that none of the off-world teams were due back anytime soon.

Back in the V.I.P. room, SG-1 steeled themselves against their commanding officer's wrath. They tried to determine what kind of questions he might ask them and made up the answers. Jack, having done this before ironically, told them to stay calm and just be themselves.

Doing so, they sat on the floor against the bed, waiting for Hammond to show up at their doorstep. It seemed to be hours before a knock on the door came. Jack jumped out, unlocked it and sat back down with his team. If they were going to be yelled at, they were going to do it together.

"Its open sir," came a little squeaky voice from within. Hammond briefly wondered what on Earth they were doing… sucking on helium balloons? Never SG-1…at least he didn't think so. With these thoughts in mind, the general boldly stepped into the room… to find four ten year old staring back at him! The military demeanor came on instantly.

"How on Earth did you get in here! You kids are on federal property, do you have any idea what that means! You could be put in juvenile hall for this offense. Who are your parents and what kind of parents are they to let you roam around like this?" Hammond thought, in the calm part of his mind, that he was probably being so harsh with these young kids that they might start to cry and most certainly did not want a bunch of crying children on his hands.

But he looked into the eyes of these kids. They were intelligent, smug, and not amused. Their eyes seemed to hold to much intelligence for their age which led Hammond to doubt. He decided he was done with his tirade and went to catch his breath before summoning a guard to call these kids' parents.

He towered over them, yet they weren't scared. One of them spoke sarcastically with his little high voice.

"Nice to see you too general."

-

SG-1 had been expecting this, but not perhaps in its full force. They full well knew that he would see them as little sprats sitting in a high security military base – a place were ten year olds had no right in being.

Especially so close to the Stargate.

When Jack uttered those six words, it was like the world of General Hammond rocked on its axis. He was shocked to see such little kids talk to him like that. It was pretty amusing to see also. When the general stopped up short, Jack smirked triumphantly.

Jack's order had been to sit against the bed until he or Hammond said otherwise. So there they all sat, leaning up against Daniel's bed – their heads barely poking over the top.

"What did you say?" Hammond asked warily.

"I said that it was nice to see you too general." Jack's voice didn't sound as convincing or as sarcastic like this, not little and squeaky. O'Neill personally hated it, but he had no intention whatsoever to stay like this.

Hammond looked at the four children sitting in front of him. Two, the girl and the boy with glasses, Dr. Jackson if this was SG-1, were wearing oversized BDU's. On the other hand, the kid that looked like Teal'c and Jack O'Neill, were wearing something much more comfortable for bed. Even though Hammond had to be highly suspicious of these kinds of things happening and who was who, there was almost no doubt that this in fact was SG-1. All Hammond had to do was look at the little African American kid with the gold emblem on his head.

Hammond sat on the balls of his feet to get level with his flag team. "Jack? Major Carter? Dr. Jackson, Teal'c!" Hammond let out a burst of air as if he had been holding his breath, but it was out of pure disbelief. He looked at each one of them in turn. He noticed they were all smiling sweetly.

"Jack! What happened here?"

With that Hammond's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he collapsed on the floor in a dead faint.