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A sign on the door says: *Shop Class Cancelled. Go back to bed.*

The computer components that were HAL have been disconnected and placed in the corner.

Mac sits at his desk, a pair of crutches leaning on the wall and a cast on his leg. His mood is somewhere between grumpy and guilty.

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Sam opened the door and poked her head in. "Hey. Got a minute?"

"And what on earth are you making?"

"Something very important," Mac replied brandishing what appeared to be a very long thin rod made of paper clips. He slowly slid the clips in between the cast and his leg and sighed in relief.

"This thing itches like crazy," Mac said moving it around in his cast. "I'm glad you dropped by, because I think we need to have a chat about your 'aunt'."

Sam grinned. "You can duct tape chopsticks together if you need something sturdier."

"Yeah, I think we probably do," she admitted, taking a seat. "HAL told me that she was responsible for the reprogramming."

Mac's face grew a little more serious as he tossed his little gadget on the desk. "No chopsticks available."

He took a deep breath and let it out in one big sigh.

"Yeah. I thought as much," Mac grumbled. "I take it she's not exactly your aunt, is she?"

"No," Sam replied quietly. "She's not."

Mac drummed his fingers on the desk and seemed to be looking at the ground. "Who is she?"

She watched his fingers, happy not to have to meet his eyes. "She's a megalomaniacal robot out to destroy humanity."

Mac looked up at that and blinked a couple of times, "And she looks like you because?"

"Because..." Sam linked her fingers and stared down at them. She'd have to lie to him. Again. And she couldn't do it if she was looking him in the eye. Not just because he looked so much like O'Neill--she respected Mac a lot. "Because she was designed to look and act like Samantha Carter, PhD. Who is actually my aunt, by the way. And very seldom megalomaniacal."

"Uh-huh. And why was-"

Mac stopped talking and watched Sam for a few moments.

"I'm sorry Sam, but you're going to have to tell me a little more than that. I don't putting my own life on the line when there's trouble, but I endangered the lives of my students on Monday because I broke off a 'date' with someone I assumed was your 'aunt'. If I had known she was a megalomaniacal robot hellbent on destroying humanity? I might have let her down a little easier."

"Honestly? I never dreamed she'd be this petty," Sam replied. "She usually thinks in terms of...conquering galaxies," she swallowed, "not in terms of two or three people. She was probably going after me, anyway."

Sam blinked back tears. "I couldn't tell you the truth, Mac. I still can't. It's not safe for you to know."

"Until she comes back, right?"

"If she comes back," Sam said, solemnly, "she'll probably try for me again. If you want me not to come back to class so I don't endanger everyone else, I understand."

"Sam? No. That's not the answer. I need you here as a TA. If it wasn't for you and Charlie a lot of us would have been road kill," Mac replied. "But I do have one question for you: Why did she keep calling me Jack?"

She blushed, slightly. "You look almost exactly like Jack O'Neill's...father. She knows him and there's, well, there's history."

"And I'm guessing your aunt has a think for Jack's dad and that somehow carried over to..."

Mac stops for a second and gives Sam a long look.

"We'ren't you and Jack... You know what? I think I better stop here before I learn something I *really* don't want to know."

Sam met his look but wasn't sure exactly what to say. She could fix this so easily...and he'd never look at her the same again.

But the truth was, she'd known who he was at the dance. She'd only gotten confused afterwards, when she was asleep.

Mac lets off a long sigh. "Tell you what Sam... let's learn from our mistakes here and make sure that something like this doesn't happen again. All right?"

"Yes, that's probably best," Sam nodded. She hoped he was still talking about Eighth. "If you need me to design some safety protocols, I can, but I'm not sure they'll keep her out."

"We might have to work something out there. But I'm also thinking that someone so technical? Might not expect something a little more... old fashioned."

Mac has a grin on his face.

"I think we have our next class assignment: Booby traps."

"I really like the way you think, Mac." Sam grinned back.

"What can I say? It's a gift."

"It's a good one."

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