With a heavy sigh, wondering how he had managed to get here, Cameron Mitchell paused outside the large building more than halfway across the continent from where he was used to. Washington, D. C. He had finally decided to just ask General O'Neill himself and, well. If it went sour, he'd run for it like a coward. So I can face aliens trying to take over the universe but I can't face my own boss? he mused wryly. Groaning, Cam forced himself forward. After asking the good-looking secretary directions, he made his way upstairs to Jack O'Neill's office.

"Colonel!" Jack cried, jumping out his chair, running to the door and flinging it open for Cam. "Hurry, hurry, come in!"

Cam frowned, bewildered, but did as bid. "What's wrong, sir?"

"Nothing, nothing at all!" Jack declared. "Just happened to completely bored out of my wits at the moment. Hate my job."

"Then why do you do it?" Cam asked, happy not to have to get into the reason he was here quite yet. Jack growled at his question.

"Cause I have to."

"You don't, really," Cam pointed out. "You could retire."

Jack eyed the colonel playfully. "Are you saying I'm old, Colonel?"

Cam winced. "Well—uh, sir—"

Jack laughed. "Don't worry about it! I am old. Fifties. Old enough to be your father, Mitchell."

A large lump formed in Cam's throat. He decided not to reply. Jack sat down and gestured for the colonel to do the same. Leaning backwards precariously, Jack got down to the point.

"So, what are you doing in D. C., Mitchell?"

"Uh…I'm here to see you, General."

Jack tipped forward slightly, eyebrows raised. "What's up? Ori aren't about to attack Earth, are they?"

"Um. If they were, it probably wouldn't be me here and the Asgard would've beamed whoever it was here rather than they taking a plane," Cam replied awkwardly.

"True," Jack admitted. "So what's Hank want?"

It took Cam a moment to realize he meant General Landry. "I'm here on my own free time, sir."

Jack sat forward, frowning. "Why?"

"Uh…" Here goes nothing. "Well, sir, you see. Sam and Jackson, well, Teal'c too, had mentioned a, ah, top-secret file that had something to do with the time ya'll went back to 1969…"

Jack's eyes widened. Cam winced.

"I don't know, they could've been pulling my leg, but it's been bugging me, sir."

"Did they say anything about what was in this top-secret file?" Jack asked solemnly.

"Well…kinda, sir."

"And…?" the general prodded.

"Well, sir…they made it seem like, uh…" Oh, this was hard. "Like you were my father, sir." Suddenly Cam burst into a rant. "Which doesn't really make sense because I know my father, but, I don't know, maybe he's not really my dad, but Jackson and Teal'c and Vala and Landry all make it seem like it is, of course, how would Vala know, but Jackson, Teal'c and Landry? Sam, on the other hand, she's the only one who points it toward it all being a joke, but that's only one person and…well, I don't know, sir! If you're not, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed about asking you anyway, but if you are…I don't know, that might be even more embarrassing!"

Jack watched Cam's speech with an amused glint in his eye, not really listening, but thinking. Well, Jack, old boy. He was bound to find out sometime. I guess he does have a right to know who his own daddy is. It's kinda funny, though. Finally he raised a hand in a gesture for the colonel to stop talking.

"Calm down, Colonel. No need to hyperventilate."

Cam breathed in and out deeply, blushing. "Sorry, sir."

Jack shook his head, straightening up. "I completely understand. It's something Daniel would do."

"What is that, sir?" Cam asked, not sure if he really wanted to know. Jack met Cam's gaze with a large smile.

"Let something slip like that. I'm sure he had fun with it, though."

Cam blinked dumbly. "Are you saying, sir…"

"You can stop calling me 'sir', Cameron," Jack interrupted. "I think 'Dad' suits just fine."

Cameron stared at Jack, open-mouthed, before his eyes rolled up into his head and the colonel fainted.

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