I'm sooooo sorry that I have been SOOOO slow on my stories, I have vacation, so I'll try and update all of them! Bear with me, real life is getting in the way and its getting warmer out (which means parental unit wants me outside...)

now for the popular chapter 22... enjoy!

Monday! TGIM!

Hammond smiled, that was probably the only time he'd ever thought that in his life. Finally, he got to take the foursome back to the base. Great timing too, Chris was starting to get suspicious of all this. The general looked in his rearview mirror, chuckled, and shook his head. The "kids" in the back were being 'rowdy.' They were playing games and what-have-you. They weren't loud, but they were talking in elevated voices. It seemed that the alien device that did this made their brains have a short attention span, like a child's. Then again, Frasier had said that they would be half children, half themselves.

Hopefully, the adult half would kick in once they reached the base…

"General? I'm hungry!" a small voice whined.

"Yeah, me too!"

"Me three sir!" The other two squeaky voices followed. Hearing this commotion all of a sudden made Hammond laugh. He'd been dealing with them for the weekend, but to hear his friends whine for food, well that was something different. He turned to Teal'c, who was sitting next to him.

"Are you hungry Teal'c?" The Jaffa nodded slowly.

"I would endeavor some sustenance."

"YAY!" the cries erupted back the back seat. It seemed Jack had finally fallen into the child play. Sternly, Hammond spun around to reprimand the kids.

"If I hear one more outburst…"

"You'll what general, send us offworld?" Jack answered sarcastically. The sarcasm let Hammond know that the adult Jack O'Neill still lived, but more importantly, it made him aware of whom he was talking too. The three of them sat like perfect angels, which also caused the general to laugh and continue driving.

"What do you guys want?"

"McDonalds?"

"Applebee's!"

"No, something quick major," Hammond reminded her. "We're almost at the base."

"Burger King!" Daniel shouted out.

"Ew, I don't like Burger King," Jack answered.

"Too bad." Jack, in return, stuck his tongue out at Daniel.

"I'll tell you what, I'll go get McDonald's for Jack and Sam, and get Burger King for Dr. Jackson and Teal'c. Sound good?"

"Yup!" three voices piped.

"Indeed," a fourth slightly deeper voice answered. The three human members of SG-1 smiled at Teal'c.

Hammond pulled up to Burger King and ordered what Daniel wanted. Carter turned to her comrades.

"You know how long it's been since I had a McDonalds' meal?"

"How long Sam?"

"Since…" she thought back as a slight pain seared across her head and the memory exploded into consciousness.

"Yay for Daddy!" the little girl cried out. She waited patiently as her father handed her a white bag with the trademark arches of McDonalds on it. "Thank you Daddy!"

"No problem sweetie. Do you like it?" The little blonde girl nodded vigorously. She had some fries sticking out of her mouth.

"Yep!" Then her dad swooped in for a quick snatch of fries for himself. The girl smiled and pouted at the same time.

"Daddy!" she said indignantly. "You can't be holdin' my fries hostage!"

"Gotta pay a ransom sweetie!"

"Well…" she gave him a hug.

"Aww… thanks, but the fries are still mine!" A beep from behind them startled the two and Jacob moved his car out of the way and into the parking lot. He turned and yelled at the window.

"Sorry!" The person in the other car yelled back.

"No problem!"

"Since I was like eight or so." She smiled at the fond memory. "My dad took a couple of my fries hostage and backed up the cars behind us, we got beeped at."

The other two smiled wryly.

"Here you go Dr. Jackson."

"Thank you!" he said gleefully as Hammond passed back his burger and fries. "Yum…" Daniel sank away into bliss. And Jack stole some Coke.