A/N: The characters talk a lot in this chapt... they wouldn't have it any other way...

"Mrph…mmmm! Mrghmph mugph mrghl!"

"Shut up."

"Nmmmph!"

-Smack.-

"Mrphh!"

The Jacks struggled against their bonds violently, trying to find a way to get free. Their captor kept right on top of them though.

"Now MacGyver, that I have you…"

"Mcmmhm?"

"I know it's you and that you tried to take down my organization a couple weeks back. Your Phoenix Foundation is… let's say, rather tiring and I'm running out of money to keep playing these games."

"Hemm, ymmg hrv he wmrnmg permmem!"

"Shut up MacGyver. I do not have the wrong person. But this child is an unexpected bonus. Maybe your Foundation will pay extra for him? Yes, I bet."

A sigh emanated itself from the bonds of the captured. They resigned from struggling, knowing that they only might get hurt.

"Uh boss? Who's that?" a dumb voice came from the front of the van.

"Who's who?" the man with the sharp voice answered. He went to the front and O'Neill and Hawke listened carefully for signs if they'd seen Daniel, Teal'c, or Carter.

"Hmm… a duplicate MacGyver? Very clever of you… get him, even if he isn't MacGyver, they may pay for him too."

The Jacks looked at each other worriedly. Another clone? But Hawke was the only one… oh boy. The van took off at a fast speed and the sharp-voiced man cackled.

Outside the van, the man they were tracking took note of the van plowing for him and took off running. Since this was a rather abandoned place, there wasn't any place to hide and he knew it. The van speed up and gained on him. Unfortunately, a building blocked his right and the van blocked his left. The only way he was to escape was to keep running until the end of the building. It wasn't too far now… He heard a door slid open and a hand grab the back of his shirt.

Shit.

He was thrown unceremoniously into the dark back of the van along with the other two. He was bound quickly and soon lay in the same predicament as the other two. It wasn't until after he was bound that he noticed the Jacks and their uncanny resemblance. They turned to each other and the light fell upon their faces. The resemblance was not only to themselves, but to him too!

"Hmmly mhitt!" the older one cried out.

-

After a rather long car ride and much staring, done on the part of the other 'clone,' the men opened the van door and they all squinted against the harsh light. Finally, they could all see each other. Jack and Jack peered at the other man in awe.

"Mut pthe mmel?" Hawke mumbled to himself. The four men led the three captives into a cell-like thing and took off their binds and gags. They locked them in and left the room.

"What the hell is this!" O'Neill yelled. The cell had one measly light bulb and concrete walls and floors. It was a big, gloomy cell, but a cell all the same. The only exit out, after escaping the cell, was a big vault door which led to the building they were in.

"Ah hell…" Hawke muttered, kicked the wall, and sat down. O'Neill sat down with him. They looked at the last man. He looked at them.

"Who are you?"

"You, I think… Who's he?"

"Oh, he's me."

"Really?"

"Maybe, so who are you?"

"Name's MacGyver. You?"

"Oh, so you're the one they were looking for. I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill."

"Army…?"

"Nah, Air Force."

"And you are…?"

"I'm Colonel Jack Hawke, also of the Air Force," he announced.

"Oh great…."

"What?" they asked together.

"Two military personnel?"

"You have a problem with us?"

Mac shrugged. "I have found that military men tend to be close-minded, that's all."

The Jacks turned to each other. "Stereotype."

"Uh huh," O'Neill agreed. Jack gestured to the enclosure. "How do we plan on getting outta here?"

The other two shrugged. "There's nothing here for me to work with."

Hawke checked himself. "And they took our stuff." MacGyver checked his pockets and came up with something.

"I got my pocket knife."

"Well that's something at least." A problem came into O'Neill's head. "How the hell do you look like us Mr. MacGyver?"

"Mac will do. I don't know. I didn't have any brothers or sisters and I wasn't adopted either… you?"

Jack looked at the copy. "Neither did I…" Mac was confused; he looked blatantly at the younger. Mac had become blunt in his later years.

"So then, who's he?"

"My copy," Jack sighed. Hawke punched him on the arm.

"Hey!"

Jack ignored the protests; after all he'd been putting up with himself for years now and never gave in. Mac gave the duo a wry smile. "How old are you?" he asked out of the blue.

"52, you?"

"Same." Hawke was getting pissed off at not being talked to and being treated as an adult. He'd dealt with it for three years and then settled in nicely with SG-1 again. Now snap! It was back to being a nineteen year old. Hawke leaned over and whispered something nasty in Jack's ear.

"Damn it, Jack, if I don't get treated same as you, I'll tell him!"

"Tell him what? That you're my clone?"

"Hell, I'll tell him that and more. He's my 'twin' as much as yours. And don't you tell me that's not what you were thinking."

Jack O'Neill grunted. "Bastard."

"Thank you. I try."

"You guys done?"

They nodded and stood to join their 'twin.' "So…wanna be me?" Jack asked. Mac eyed him with a critical look.

"Sure. Now... he's old enough to look like us, but he doesn't have the hair…" Hawke grinned evilly at that reference.

He muttered something sarcastically that sounded suspiciously like "Old man…"

"Hey, who you calling old?" Jack and Mac asked. Then they looked at each other and frowned.

"Dammit…" Jack said rather sarcastically himself. Mac smiled. He was going to like his new 'siblings.'