sorry for the complete and utter lack of chapters or stories... i'm in drama club (theater) and i got all of a sudden recuited for crew... it was Tech Week... for those of you who dont know what that is - it's usually complete chaos- anyway after that, about wednesday-ish, we had production week where we actually do the show. this consisted of thurs., fri., sat, and sun. getting home around 11:00 pm... again i'm sorry, but here it is!

The trio arrived at Cheyenne Mountain, much to their surprise. Jack Sr. had been speeding almost the whole way, got pulled over, had a yelling contest, and the cop let him off without a ticket. Lucky him. Jack had shown the man his military I.D. and had said it was of the utmost importance that he was to get to the base. Hawke and Mac sat looking menacing.

The cop had looked furtive, but let them go. But not before noticing how much Mac and O'Neill looked alike.

"Hey, you two twins or something?" The elders looked at each other and back at Hawke.

"Or something," all three of them chorused. O'Neill gunned his car and sped off, leaving behind a grumbling officer.

"Damn Air Force officers, think they know everything…" He got into his cruiser and took off. About mile down the road, Jack O'Neill was grumbling about cops.

"Damn civvie yahoos…"

"Hey, I was gonna say that!"

"Too late."

"Jerk."

"Leech."

"Arrogant bastard."

"Clone." There was a pause as Hawke sucked in.

"Hey Jack, that was below the belt!" MacGyver sympathized with the mini-me and smiled.

"That was below the belt Jack," he smiled not knowing the truth. O'Neill looked hurt.

"He knows I didn't mean it."

"Bull shit," the clone countered muttering to himself. Jack stared straight ahead at the road and smiled widely.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

General Hammond paced around his office, worrying for his 2IC. He was waiting for a report from Carter – it was due in three hours.

Brrrii-ing!

Jumping nervously, Hammond ran to his phone. "Hammond."

"Hey! How ya doing?"

"Jack!" the older man exclaimed. The phone sounded like it had static then the colonel's voice came back on.

"Yeah, Jack here. What's up?"

"Nothing much actually."

"No incoming wormholes, no Tok'ra wanting a suicide mission, no weird delegates? Nothing?" Hammond smiled.

"No, nothing. It must be your charm colonel." The phone went static again.

"Gee thanks general." The sarcasm was very evident. The general chuckled slightly.

"Where are you?"

"I am… heading to the base." The voice paused. "ETA, um five minutes."

"I'll see you then."

"Righto sir. Ciao!" Just then, Hammond remembered something.

"Wait colonel!"

"Yeess?" Jack's voice came back sweetly. Hammond scowled, even though he knew the colonel couldn't see it.

"Is Hawke with you?"

"Yep," piped the same voice. "Satisfied?"

"How can I tell if he's there or not?"

"You can't!" With that the phone hung up. Hammond stared it down for a bit then rolled his eyes and placed it gently back on the hook. That colonel of his…

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The three of them smiled. Poor Hammond was going to have a shit when they got in. Little did the general know that they'd been passing around the phone from triplet to triplet as they talked to him.

"Poor man…"

The originals nodded their agreement.

"Amen to that."