The team took off down the hallways and into the elevator to see what it was that their commanding officer wanted. They stood there, impatient for the doors to reopen. Sensing the discomfort in his teammates, Daniel struck up a conversation.

"So… what do ya think the general wants us for anyway?"

Pause.

"I dunno Daniel, maybe another mission?"

"Sam, why would he call us down like that for a mission? Maybe it's some new tip on the Goa'uld."

"Yes Danny, maybe SETI's finally made contact with aliens."

There was a long pause of silence and the whirring of elevator parts before anyone spoke again.

"You know, it's just not as fun when you know that there really are aliens out there."

Always trust Daniel to come up with these things…but he's right. You can't make fun of SETI meeting aliens or Roswell anymore when you know it's all real, Jack Jr. thought to himself.

The elevator released its anxious passengers on the 28th floor of Stargate Command. They all took off at a fast pace towards Hammond's office. If the general wanted them, it must be rather important. Either that or he wanted to chat…

The small office was made to barely accommodate seven to eight people, so six was pretty tight, but they all fit no problem. Hammond motioned for Jack, the elder, to close the door behind him.

"SG-1, I just got a call from the president and it seems that some alien technology, of a foreign nature, has found its way to the civilian world and life."

"Aren't all alien things foreign?" O'Neill's younger self pondered.

Jack shot him a nasty look. "I was gonna say that." Hammond waited for the two to stop bickering.

"He got a tip from a reliable source that the object may have originated from Area 51 or from here. At any rate, it was procured by the NID and is now being circulated as a human made product."

"Sir, what's the name of this object?" Sam inquired.

"It doesn't really have a name, but it supposedly heats things to a degree that has never been tested or reached by humans before. It stops all atoms movement, if I heard correctly."

"What's the use in something that heats something else?" Daniel wondered curiously. "There's no use or purpose for it, unless it's a way to shape strong metals like naquada or something."

"To heat something so hot that its atoms simply melt away or stop because they're so hot is incredible, but like Daniel said, I don't see a use for it."

"Well, whatever it is, it's being used and we need to stop it as soon as we get more information. In the meantime, your standard recon mission to PB6-546 is not scrubbed. Jack, the younger one, you are to go with them as Colonel Jack Hawke."

"Colonel Jack Hawke? Wow, sir, I actually like that name."

"Not bad Hawke, not bad at all. The name as a very nice ring to it," O'Neill commented.

"Thanks O'Neill," the younger retorted back. "Whose idea was it? The prez?"

"Actually," Hammond chuckled, "it was Kayla's idea." The team exchanged silent looks. "You're dismissed."

They all stood up and left, discussing their latest adventure.

"Hmm… a heating device is on the market and the president wants it to be put out… interesting."

"Hawke, it's a heater for Christ's sake!"

"An alien heater Jack," Daniel corrected. He got scowled at for his help.

"Sirs, whatever it is, we got to get it if the general says so."

"Indeed. I shall be glad to assist in the retrieval of this… heater, as you say O'Neill."

"Thanks T," both Jacks thanked. They glared at each other.

Carter broke the ice again. "So, how's this planet we're going to visit?"

"What? Peanut butter 6--?"

"546 sir."

"Right. It's got rocks… lots of rocks...."

"And trees, lots and lots of trees."

"Shut up Hawke."

"No." Jack O'Neill spun and glared at him.

"Yes, you will shut up. You are mine and I will yell at you."

Hawke chuckled good-humoredly. He knew O'Neill as well as anyone and he was kidding despite the glare. "Riiiight…" He smiled and kept walking out of the control room with SG-1 at his heels. Hawke headed for the locker room to change for the upcoming recon mission. Boring, but at least he was going off-world.

More importantly, it was with his team again.

Twenty minutes later found two Jack O'Neills and the rest of SG-1 standing ready in the gate room. The sergeant was calling out the chevrons.

"Chevron two encoded…. Chevron three encoded."

Jack turned to Jack. "So you really are-"

"Me." "You, yeah I am."

"Which means you hate and despise-"

"Trees as wholly as you do… yeah." Jack the elder clapped a warm hand on the shoulder of his clone.

"Good."

"Chevron seven…locked!"

The Stargate opened with its customary floosh. The team walked up to it and waited as Jack Hawke revisited the old days. Jack O'Neill went to walk through and stopped just short. He looked over his shoulder at the clone.

"Welcome back to the team… Jack." With that, he threw himself through.