A/N: To think of what little Jack looks like, thinkMacGyver, without the hair.

The team and its extra met up again in the briefing room. Jack Jr. took his normal seat next to Hammond. He relaxed into it until he caught the colonel's glare and SG-1's humorous expressions. Then he realized his mistake, it wasn't his chair anymore. The cadet got up and moved next to Sam. Lord had he missed her! The colonel glared at the cadet for his mistake.

There was no time for words as Hammond came in the room and took his seat. A smile lit his kind face. "Hello Jack, Jack." He'd been waiting all day to do that and they all knew it. The Jacks scowled at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Cadet O'Neill? Do you want to rejoin the SGC?"

"Let me think about that sir…. yes," the younger replied all sarcasm. O'Neill gave him a disgusted look, even though that's not how he felt. He'd be glad if his younger joined their rightful team.

"I've asked the Commandant to let you have an internship for a while, since you're doing well in school, obviously." Hammond let his gaze float to the elder Jack and back to the younger. Jack gave his CO an innocent look.

"Thank you sir."

"I've also spoken to the president about your situation." The general paused. Jack knew the pause was going to kill his younger. If it had to do with him, he'd feel the same.

"And…" the younger prompted. Hammond smiled as he recognized the impatience.

"He has let me know that because you are of invaluable help and expertise, he has promoted you to lieutenant. Congratulations." The younger was wowed. SG-1 clapped for their friend. Jack gave him a smile as if to say that he knew it the whole time.

Once the clamor died down some, Jack took the opportunity to say something.

"Sir, I'd have to say that I taught him everything he knows." The younger scowled at his older. They both had the same memories and they both knew it.

"Riiiiight."

Jack threw him a particularly evil smile. "That's right sir, lieutenant." Jack Jr. gaped in disbelief.

"Never to you! Ever! I will not say 'sir' to myself."

"Oh but you do. Rank hath its powers."

"What? Hey, I have the same knowledge as you and the same rank!"

"You don't anymore Jack. I'm sorry. It would make people wary." Jack Jr. pouted angrily. "And Jack? I'm going to put you on SG-2."

"WHAT?!" they all said, except for Teal'c who looked alarmed.

"I'm sorry SG-1, but it's the president's orders. I'm not exactly happy about it either. But his reasons are good."

"And what exactly are those reasons, sir," Jack Jr. gritted through his teeth. The colonel had been about to say the same thing, but left it to the copy.

"He believes that you and Colonel O'Neill will be distracted, that and the rest of the team, trying to get the right one of you. In a time of distress, I can't have people saying O'Neill and getting both of you!"

"But sir-" Jack went to protest.

"Those are my and the president's orders. I'll try to change his mind, but I'm sorry."

"I understand sir," he said grudgingly.

"Good. Now about the mission?"

SG-1 had their debriefing about some planet, PC6-something or rather. The newly made lieutenant wasn't listening. Instead he was silently fuming about this decision about rank and the unfairness of it all. Besides, he didn't have to listen to the debriefing. Little did he know that they were plotting behind his fuming.

"You think he's listening colonel." Jack took one look at the young adult.

"No way in hell. Why sir?"

"Because he's not going to SG-2."

"Really?"

"You see sirs, you saw a lot of artifacts on the planet," Daniel interrupted a bit louder than the rest of them. They looked at him confused.

"If we insert little snippets about the planet, he won't notice even if he is remotely listening," Daniel explained.

"Ah."

"And colonel, I've decided to bring him back up to his rightful rank of colonel."

"Really?"

"Yes colonel. You can see he's incredibly unhappy about this, having to do things all over again. You would be too."

"Yeah I know, so then why didn't you just tell him?"