A/N: Sorry I took so darned long... i had THREE projects... THREE! can you believe it! anyway... chapt 12 and THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH for all the very kind reviews! keep 'em coming, lol. on to the story!

Hammond came into the room all off five minutes later to see his SG-1 behaving like the good, sweet little children they were. Riiiight…

He chuckled softly at their attention. Hehe, my kids… no, my minions. Yes that sounds good, Hammond's minions. My minions are behaving for once. He turned to Janet. She sighed and went about trying to explain what she had been trying to say for the last ten minutes.

"I believe that your brains are reverting to the way they were when you were this age. This might be the reason for the childish instincts and acts. Fortunately, you'll retain all of your current memories. For an odd analogy, it would seem that half your brain wants to be kid and the other half says adult. You're all going to have to let the change and the sharing happen, it'll make your lives easier than trying to fight it."

They nodded. Jack didn't look to happy and Teal'c looked well… intrigued. Janet turned a watchful eye on her CO. "Sir, you are doing your best to 'take it easy' right?"

Hammond paled and blushed – he actually blushed! This was done much to the amusement of SG-1. "Yes ma'am."

"Good. This weekend you'll all be going home. The general has offered to drive so I guess you'll be a new addition to his grandkids for a bit." Jack looked up at Hammond, mock fear in his eyes.

"Grandchildren sir?"

He smiled happily. "Yep. I'll meet you all at my office at the end of the day then."

Jack sighed heavily.

"Yes… grandpa." Hammond scowled at him and Jack grinned along with Daniel and Sam.

"Yes grandpa," they chimed. The general couldn't resist their faces beaming up at him. He started chuckling. He turned to Janet again.

"I don't have to spoil them lavishly right doc? I mean they're only my 'grandkids' for a little bit."

"Are you trying to say something gramps?" Jack said at the same time as Janet said "You spoil your grandkids sir?"

It was finally the end of the day. SG-1 was sick and tired of repeatedly explaining to the Marines who they were, even though the Marines knew full well what had happened. They were sick of people yelling at them, looking at them curiously or like they were their own kids, or even cuddling them. THAT was embarrassing. Even Hammond was having fun with them – sneaking up and ruffling their hair, in the case of Jack, Daniel, and Sam. Teal'c dodged Hammond's attempts to be too friendly.

Next came Siler.

They arrived in the gate room to witness the destruction of SG-5 and 7. They had come through with enemy fire on their tail. The gate room was pretty beat up and Sam had wanted to help clean up. Besides, some of the controls and what-have-you was destroyed and the major was convinced that they needed her help – even if she was half everyone else's size. Siler arrived on the scene. He peered down at the team through his glasses; a curious and confused look controlled his eyes. Then they cleared in understanding. He'd been briefed and/or told by rumor what had happened to the flag team. He'd also been the one to transport the supposedly turned off box to Area 51 – well, he wasn't getting any younger, was he?

"Well, hello there. What are you kids doing here?" he said as seriously as possible. A smile was suppressed behind his façade.

"Ha ha Siler."

He played well.

"Siler… how do you know my name?"

Jack glared at him. "You know what? You were gonna get my Simpson's collection…" He stalked away. Siler grinned at Carter.

"Mind helping us mam? You could get in under the gate or whatever."

"Yeah sure….Siler." They smiled and Sam went off to help the crew. Daniel and Teal'c grinned at each other. They stood around being useless, watching the SGC scurry around to clean up the place.

How was it? any better, worse? tell me plz... what do you guys want to see? (uh oh... that should be dangerous... yes!)