Mal took a seat at the table beside Lee. "Why are we here, General? I thought our next mission was scrubbed because of infighting between the villages on the planet and something about swamp gas?"

Van wrinkled his nose. "I can't believe they use swamp gas as a form of chemical warfare."

Sam chuckled. "This has nothing to do with your scrubbed mission. We received a call early this morning and I need you to handle it."

"Why us?"

She placed a digital recorder on the table. "This is why." She pressed play.

"No, I don't care about clearance, I need to speak to Colonel O'Neill or Major Carter!"

"Sir, I'm sorry but without the proper clearance I cannot authorize this phone call."

"I need to talk to someone in charge! Tell them it's Jonathan O'Neill!"

"If you're General O'Neill, why are you asking for him, sir?"

"No you moron, I am John O'Neill, no military designation. I am not Jack O'Neill, just get me someone in charge!"

Sam stopped the recording. "The man on the phone is General O'Neill's clone created by an Asgard named Loki. If he's making contact it must be important. I need you to get to Denver and see him and find out what's going on." She held out a folder. "This contains all information on John."

"We read the mission report, ma'am," Lee told her.

"I know, but we've been trying to keep tabs on John to make certain he's all right. We check in every couple of years to see how he's doing. All the information we've gathered over the years is in this folder."

Mal took the folder. "We'll leave right away, ma'am."

"Dismissed." Sam left them.

"We should take my car, it gets better gas mileage," Van told them.

"No way, your car is tiny!" Lee protested.

"The Captain has a point we should take my pickup," Mal told Van.

"Oh hell no, we are not taking your monster truck. There is zero room in the backseat," Lee told him.

"It's an extended cab, there's plenty of room!"

"That's a lie," Lee told him. "We'll take my car. It's a crossover and has plenty of room. It's also a Subaru."

"Why does that make a difference?" Mal asked.

"Number one in safety." She grinned.

"Hey, my car is a hybrid!" Van told her.

"And it's tiny like every other hybrid!"

"It's a Ford C-Max, it isn't that tiny!"

"At least it isn't a Prius," Lee grumbled.

"Hey, my car is a Prius!" Oliver told her.

Lee waved a hand at him. "We are taking my car and there will be no arguments." She stood and headed for the door. "We leave in an hour, gentlemen!"

"Three hours, Captain! No one is going to be ready in an hour, least of all you!" Mal shouted after her.

Oliver looked at Van. "What is wrong with a Prius?"

Van shrugged. "I have no idea."

"I want to know what is wrong with my truck," Mal said.

"Lee has a point, the backseat is kind of tight," Oliver told him.

Mal rolled his eyes. "Come on, we better get moving or she'll leave without us. Go pack and we'll meet back here in three hours."

"All righty," Van replied.

Mal sighed and headed for his truck to go home and pack a bag. He twisted around and stared at the back seat for a second. "There's plenty of room," he muttered before he started the truck.

Mal shifted in the passenger seat. "Can we change the station? We've been listening to this crap since we left Colorado Springs."

"No, you can't and why change it now we're almost there," Lee replied.

"Because I'm sick of hearing Taylor Swift eighty times in a row."

"That has not happened once. In fact, they haven't played a single Taylor Swift song in the time that we've been driving."

"I'm with Mal on a station change!" Van said from the backseat. "How about some classic rock?"

"I'm the driver and I say the station remains as it is." She pulled off at the exit and followed the GPS directions to John O'Neill's house. "This is the place."

"Great, let's go figure this out," Mal said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out.

Lee jumped out of the driver's side. "How are we gonna do this?"

"We ask him very nicely what the hell he wants," Mal replied.

"Sounds like a plan." She turned to make certain her brother and Van were following. She hesitated, then grabbed her duffle bag from the car. Why, she wasn't certain, but something urged her to take it with. By the time she made it to the front porch, Mal had already rung the doorbell.

"Who are you and what do you want?" a voice from the other side of the door called out.

"I'm Colonel Malachy Hughes of the SGC. This is my team, Captain Leonore Kain, Dr. Evander Walsh, and Dr. Oliver Kain. General Carter sent us."

The door opened, and a man stuck his head out, looked up and down the street then focused on Mal. "Get inside now before they see you!" He stepped back and motioned for them to get inside the house.

Mal led the way inside. "Who are you afraid will see us?"

"I don't know but they're watching me."

"How can you be certain someone is watching you?" Mal asked.

"Yeah, maybe you're being a little paranoid," Lee added.

John turned, went to one corner of the room, picked up a plastic bin, and upended it on the dining room table. "I found these in my place. They bugged it and put in cameras. No idea who they are but they've been following me too. I've spotted them a couple of times. Same two guys in a big black SUV."

Mal sorted through the equipment on the table. "This is high-end surveillance equipment. Whoever is digging for information has cash to spare. You sure these are dead?"

"Very sure, I drowned them. Look, I don't care how much cash they have, I want to be left alone."

"This is weird," Van said. He walked around John. "I mean I know you're a clone but it's still weird."

"Wow, thanks." He looked at Mal. "Listen, Colonel, if these bastards know who I am." He glanced at Van with a scowl as he continued to circle him. "What I am, then they'll want whatever information is up here in my head about the SGC."

"Your information would be slightly outdated at this point," Lee said.

"Yes, of course, it would but that doesn't mean that it's all useless."

Mal nodded. "Good point."

Oliver had taken up a position near the window when they entered the house, he looked at Mal. "We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"The kind that drives black SUVs and screams shady as fuck."

"It's them! They're coming for me! You have to protect me!" John yelled.

"Captain, find us a way out," Mal told Lee.

"On it."

Mal shook his head. "It's a crappy plan."

"All right then, tell me your plan," Lee replied. She folded her arms on the edge of the table and stared steadily at him.

"I'm working on it."

"Lee is right, we need to get past those guys and her idea is all we have," Oliver told Mal. "I'll agree, it's a crappy plan but if it's a distraction we need, then Lee can handle it. She's great at being annoyingly distracting."

"Wow, thanks, Ollie."

"Anytime, sis." Oliver grinned broadly at her.

"Look, I don't care what the idea is, you have to get me out of here," John told them. "I may not be the Jack O'Neill but I know everything he knew up until 2003, which is still important information to someone." He threw an arm out to indicate the car sitting outside. "Very obviously!"

"Right, fine, that's all we got. Captain, go for it."

"Right, give me a minute." She ducked into the bathroom.

"They're sitting out there parked across the street," Oliver said.

"Are they watching the house?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, and they aren't being subtle about it either."

Mal moved over beside Oliver and peered out the window. "Wow, that's a stare-down if I ever saw one."

"They want John and they aren't going to leave any time soon," Oliver told him.

Mal nodded. "So let's get him out of here."

Lee stepped out of the bathroom and Van whistled. "Who knew there was a girl beneath all that camo."

Lee swatted him upside the head. "You are not cute."

"Yes, I am." Van grinned at her. "Where did you even get that outfit?"

She tossed her duffle bag at him. "I pack for every situation, Van. You never know when you might need a little black dress." She did a little twirl.

Mal placed a hand on Lee's shoulder. "Be careful."

"You know me, always careful." She slapped him on the arm and walked past him to the door. She turned, winked at him, and sauntered outside.

"Why do I feel like things are about to go to shit?"

Oliver chuckled. "My sister has that effect on people." He turned to watch as his sister crossed the street to where the SUV was parked at the curb. "We should move, all eyes are on Lee."

Mal peeked past him out the window. "Sure are."

Oliver nudged him. "Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?"

Oliver pointed at his sister. "That." He shoved past Mal. "All right, John, pack whatever you need, and let's get out of here."

"On it." John darted down the hall into a room and returned with a duffle bag. "I've been packed since I first spotted those assholes following me. I knew I'd probably have to run for it eventually."

"Great, let's go." Mal headed for the door. "Once we're out this door, get your ass into the car do not stop, do not look at the SUV, understood?"

"I'm not an idiot, Colonel. I know everything Jack O'Neill knows, all his military training, everything. Let's go."

Mal yanked the door open. "Go."

John followed Oliver out the door with Van on his tail. Mal pulled the door shut behind him and hurried toward Lee's car. As he slipped behind the wheel he heard a shout from the SUV. "Buckle up, kids, this is gonna be a wild ride." He started the car, shoved it into reverse and peeled out of the driveway. He slowed only enough for Lee to jump into the passenger seat. The tires squealed as he peeled away from John's house. "All right, we need a plan, where to?"

"We should take him to the base," Van told him. "It would be the safest place."

"The General isn't going to let us waltz onto the base with a civilian who doesn't have clearance. Even if he is General O'Neill's clone."

"Then we go to your place and get permission to bring him in," Lee told him.

"These guys are smart and they have cash you don't think they'll be able to find us there?" Mal asked in a huff.

"I'm sure they will but hopefully it will take them a little bit and give us the time we need to get the General's approval to bring John in," Lee reasoned.

"All right. Why my house though?"

"Because you are being stubborn about having us over and it's about damn time we saw the place."

"You've seen it," he replied.

"Oh yes, when we helped move you in. We ate pizza on a table built out of cardboard boxes. Come on, we haven't seen the place since you unpacked."

"Fine, fine, we'll go to my place," Mal muttered.

Lee patted his shoulder. "See, that wasn't so bad. We should hit up a grocery store on the way and grab some taco supplies."

"Tacos!" Van yelled from the back.

John shook his head. "You guys remind me a hell of a lot of SG-1."

"We are SG-1," Oliver answered.

John looked at him. "Seriously? They replaced the team?"

"No, not exactly. We're the new SG-1 team. The original team members have all moved on. General O'Neill retired, General Carter became commander of the SGC, Dr. Jackson is now in charge of the Linguists and Archeologists at the SGC and Teal'c is with his people on the new Jaffa homeworld. Mitchell is captain of one of the new BC-305 ships and Vala heads up SG-2."

"Well, now I feel old."

Mal chuckled. "That would be by association since you are, in essence, Jack O'Neill."

"Doesn't make me feel any better."

"Didn't think it would." He sped up, took a corner, then another, and a third in quick succession. "I don't think they're on us, so we're good for the moment."

"Take another corner like that last one and we won't be okay for long," Lee told him. "And if you damage my car I'll be very cross with you, sir."

"Duly noted, Captain." He took another corner and then got on the highway.