i've already apologized for my tardiness in my other stories... so here's another chapter

Enjoy!

"Hello!"

"Wha?"

"What's up?"

"Uh…"

"You look like a fish, sergeant."

"Uh, su..sure…" The gaping mouths seemed to follow him around a lot today. Along with the deer-in-the-headlights look, now why could that-? He turned around without breaking his stride. Ah yes, the looks had been following them around. The base had barely gotten used to two Jacks, but three!

Mac looked uncomfortable, probably because he wasn't used to this and/or he wasn't used to deep, underground, 'secret' bases. Either way, this was funny – worth taking a picture of.

Snap!

And that's just what someone did.

"Daniel!" the two Jacks hollered. He smiled awkwardly and shrugged.

"Someone mentioned that you cloned again, Jack." He grinned at the Polaroid that popped out of his camera. "Now that I have you three on camera, I can go find Hammond. And if you two are trying to tell me something by the looks on your faces, it's kinda pointless since he is in a secret military base." The Jacks sighed, exasperated.

"Daniel!" O'Neill growled his warning. The two were going to bite the archaeologist's head off later. Daniel couldn't help but tease a little more… and probably push his luck.

"It's funny actually, now Sam has the-"

"DANIEL!" the two roared. "SHUT UP!" He grinned, boy was he gonna get it. He idly wondered if he should start running now. Mac was not as stupid as his comrades acted.

"What's this guys?" he asked warily. "Who's this Sam?" Daniel beamed while O'Neill growled a means of introduction.

"This insufferable pain in the ass is Daniel. Jackson," he added after a stern look from the named. Daniel held out his hand.

"Dr. Daniel Jackson, but just call me Daniel." Jack and Jack smiled at the slight emphasis on doctor.

"MacGyver, nice to meet you." Little did the talkers realize, but Hawke and O'Neill had covered Daniel's other sides and effectively circled him. The people walking by noticed that Daniel was surrounded by three Jacks and hid their smiles. "You can call me Mac, if you want." Mac looked up and realized this Daniel person's fate. "Uh Daniel…?"

"Yeah? Oh…" Daniel recognized this 'maneuver' as the-team-wants-to-me-leave-now. Except now it was being used as a revenge device by two Jack O'Neills.

"Ah shit."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The triplets continued down the corridor towards Hammond's office smiling. Daniel had pleaded never to push his luck again and not to ever mention anything to Sam. Poor Mac was just getting the hang of this odd base when Sergeant Siler went running down the hall, towards the infirmary, yelling and holding his butt. O'Neill calmly picked up the nearest phone and dialed Frasier, alerting her to a screaming sergeant with burnt buttocks.

"Jack?"

"Yep?" the both answered.

"Is this place always like this?"

"What, hectic?" O'Neill answered. MacGyver nodded. "Yasureyabetcha!"

"It's like one big crazy nut job. And you'd think we'd all be serious because we're military. Bull."

Mac smiled, he felt he was going to like it here. They waltzed into the Debriefing Room in the middle of a debriefing or something. Not realizing this, O'Neill began to make his presence known. He didn't need to.

One… two… three Jack O'Neills walked in to that room and Hammond looked up at the three in shock. They all smiled that smile and waved merrily.