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Chapter 3

"Did you see Burke? Did you talk to him?"

Jack took in the younger version of himself, smirking slightly at the way he had barged right into the questions without even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' Trying to look like an American tourist, he was wearing faded jeans, a plaid long sleeve flannel shirt and on his head was a black University of Wisconsin hockey cap, known as an Icer Hat. He'd taken the time to dry his hair after his shower and Jack noticed it was quite a bit longer than it had looked under a hockey helmet. And he was wearing a pair of rectangular shaped olive green glasses with clear lenses. The two men moved to the side of the concourse as a few late leaving Leafs fans came walking up talking excitedly about O'Neill's winning slapshot goal in the final minute, and for a second it looked like the five were going to talk to Jon, maybe congratulate him or ask for an autograph, but they looked right at him and kept on moving toward the exit. His 'disguise' had worked.

He'd grown another inch or so since Jack last stood next to him and appeared to be a little taller than Jack had been at 22, and the older O'Neill couldn't help but wonder about the other little changes that Thor had made when he had fixed the young clone the first time and altered him six months later. The kid didn't look exactly like a young Jack O'Neill anymore, which was good for both of them, but especially for Jon. He would continue to grow up and age without being the spitting image of Air Force General Jack O'Neill and for that, Jack was grateful to Thor, and he knew Jon was too.

Waiting, but not patiently for Jack to respond to his questions, Jon bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Jack? Burke?"

Suddenly realizing that he hadn't yet answered the questions, Jack said simply, "It's not him."

Jon frowned. The look on his face was confusion and perhaps a little disbelief. The guy looked exactly like Burke. How could it not be him? "What do you mean it's not him?"

"It's not Burke," he told him, knowing the eventual explanation wouldn't satisfy the younger O'Neill's curiosity anymore than it had his own. Some more fans were walking past them and a cleaning crew went by hauling equipment so the two men exited the arena with Jon promising to take Jack to a place he was sure to like.

They didn't have much time to talk before Jon was leading him to what looked like the back door of a dive down the street from the ACC. Turned out to be the front door, but you wouldn't know it unless you'd been there before. The interior lighting was muted, but not dark, with more light along the side where there were a couple of pool tables and the aroma greeting each person was heavenly. The bartender smiled when he saw them, telling Jon about the great goal and the winning game and then he looked at Jack, and waited for an introduction. Jon introduced him as Jack O'Neill to Lucas Tremblay and let the man draw his own conclusions, which he did without questions or comments. The two shook hands and the bartender, after giving Jack a long look, asked Jon if he wanted his usual and then directed them to Jon's favorite table, which had a small 'reserved' placard on it.

Seated in a far corner of the place, Jon took off his glasses and told Jack to trust him about the food and drink order before explaining to him about how he had discovered the seemingly hole-in-the-wall neighborhood pub with its wood fired brick pizza ovens and clientele, who valued privacy as much as O'Neills did. It wasn't any time at all before two plates and two bottles were placed in front of them along with a stack of napkins and Jack had to admit that he was hungry. The pastrami had been good, but pizza aroma never failed to spark his hunger anew. They each had a Moosehead in the familiar green glass bottle and a generous slice of pizza, which to Jack looked like a triangular piece of heaven with pepperoni, bacon, roasted peppers and roasted green chiles peeking from beneath the melty cheese, and the top was lightly dusted with fresh basil. Jack caught Jon smiling at him as he took the first bite, like he was waiting for approval and of course he was, and Jack didn't disappoint when he moaned in pleasure, exaggerating his "Mmmmm."

Caressing his taste buds were at least two cheeses he recognized, mozzarella and Asiago, and hidden beneath to surprise his mouth were sliced green olives. Only one place in Colorado Springs offered a choice of green or black, everyone else only offered black olives and while they were very good on pizza, green olives with pimento provided a briny accent which melded yet contrasted with other pizza ingredients giving a unique flavor. So far in Washington, D.C. jack had not found a pizza place offering green olives, so he sometimes added his own after delivery.

Jon flashed his 'I told you so' smile and inbetween bites informed him about the fresh mozzarella, the special lean smoky bacon, the green olives and the fresh basil, grown in pots behind the bar.

Pausing between bites Jack took a couple sips of beer and then asked, "Is that garlic oil I taste?"

His younger counterpart nodded enthusiastically and kept on chewing, enjoying his own slice of heaven, but after swallowing he explained that it was actually garlic infused olive oil which had been carefully brushed on the pizza dough.

They finished eating in silence before Jack just had to know, "Where are they getting their New Mexico green chiles?"

Jon laughed as he said, "From New Mexico." Then he told Jack about the green chile chicken soup, green chile stew and chile rellenos that the bar also served on different nights during the week and Jack had to agree that Jon had most certainly found a diamond in the rough.

Since it was past 10:30, Jack stopped at one slice while John ordered a second exactly like the first. He explained that he sometimes ate three or four slices, but that night he wasn't as hungry because he had eaten a huge late lunch and had snacked on spicy Slim Jims during intermissions. Jack could only shake his head at the kid's younger stomach and digestive tract which was obviously not sensitive at all. While they waited for Jon's food, Jack explained about the man who looked like Burke.

Jack had followed the foursome covertly, thinking about the implications of a Burke look-alike. He knew nothing about Burke's family, didn't even know if Burke was the man's real name. He had worked for the CIA for many years, but that fact alone meant nothing about the guy's name or history or if anything Jack thought he knew about him could be believed. CIA operatives exist in shadow with most of their family members not aware of their true employment, let alone neighbors or acquaintances.

Bits of overheard conversation had revealed that the friend was named Ed and one of the boys was Clark who had called Ed, Dad. The other boy didn't call Ed or the Burke look-alike Dad, but had called the other kid by name, though they didn't appear to converse very much at all. Most of the conversation was about the hockey game and the players, and upon entering the restroom Jack found his target washing his hands at a sink so he stepped up next to him. The dark haired teenager slipped up to the sink on the other side and Jack used the mirror to look at them both, comparing facial features. There was a resemblance and he decided the kid could be a son, but all too soon the foursome was ready to go so once again Jack casually followed them out. The two boys were talking about hotdogs and pretzels, and Jack concluded they were not American, but Canadian. The two men spoke in a much lower volume and Jack heard Ed say that he was glad they were off duty and able to get tickets to see the Leafs in the hangar, which Jack had read was a local nickname for the ACC.

Jack had hung back a bit more, watching them, and decided if the two weren't military thenthey were definitely law enforcement. He didn't believe they were carrying weapons on their bodies, but after paying closer attention to their shoes and pants, decided that they were wearing ankle holsters confirming his opinion. While standing in line for food, Jack heard Ed call look-alike Burke, Greg, and then he heard something which he knew most US law enforcement departments didn't specifically use. SRU was the citizen self-reporting unit in Madison, Wisconsin, Slippery Rock University in Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and the Strategic Response Unit in Toronto, among other things, and after weighing what he knew for a few moments, Jack was certain they were police, but not western Pennsylvania police. It would help to have last names, but Jack knew that he could find out who they were, assuming his conclusion was correct. And if he needed a search for Greg's face to find out more, he knew he just needed to use a photo of Burke. Intermission was almost over so he had wandered away from them to go back to his own section and seat, suddenly remembering that he didn't have a photo of Burke and knowing that he hadn't been as covert as he could have and should have been.

"So, not-Burke is a cop?" Jon sipped his beer, his gaze drilling into Jack's eyes.

Jack nodded once and responded, "I think so." He took a sip of beer and added, "And a twin."

Considering for a moment what they knew, Jon asked, "Know someone who will tell you what we want to know?"

Jack couldn't help it. He smiled big and nodded, certain that finding out about Burke and his apparent brother wouldn't be too difficult. Jon had not been read in on the Stargate Program since 2003, but Jack didn't have any reservations about agreeing to let him know about the two men. Technically they didn't have anything to do with the Stargate program.

After a bit of small talk with Lucas and a minor argument about who would get to pay the tab, Jon and Jack left the pub and started walking north. There weren't any other pedestrians that they could see and they hadn't gone half a block when two Toronto police cars pulled over to the curb behind them and four officers got out. Two were clad in official uniforms with combat vests and they carried weapons, while the other two were in civilian clothes. The O'Neills instinctively knew what what it was about and looked at each other with twin 'Oh for crying out loud' expressions before standing still with their hands open, palms revealed, while they waited for the officers to approach and identify themselves, which the two in civvies did rather quickly.

"SRU. We're investigating a possible threat against two of our officers. Identify yourselves."

Jon went first and easily dealt with the surprise about his identity and he removed the clear lens glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket before taking off his hat. He opened his wallet, but the male officer barely looked at the ID before indicating he could put it away. Jack produced his identification by taking his driver's license out of his wallet and handing it to the female officer. He would only give her his passport if she asked for it.

Jack heard their names, Callaghan and Scarlatti when they flashed their official IDs, and after a minute of the two speaking softly, the male asked the probing question. "Why were you following Greg Parker and Ed Lane ACC?"

Both Jack and Jon had stored the names for future reference and glanced at each other before Jack replied, "I didn't mean to follow them. Greg Parker looks like somebody I know." Okay, part of it was a lie.

The two uniformed officers stayed to the side of Jon, talking hockey while the others conversed with Jack. They wanted to know what he was doing in Toronto, which of course he didn't tell them everything about his visit. He hadn't told them he was an Air Force officer and after a brief conversation it came down to them wanting more information about Greg Parker's look-alike. It made sense that they would want to know. They didn't need an impersonator running around Toronto pretending to be Parker bringing about mistaken identity issues.

"I'll tell him," Jack revealed, knowing that they had no reason to detain him, but not wanting to even go to a station to talk to anyone. Parker had been at the game and Jack couldn't help wondering where he was just then. It was a good thing the IOA meeting the next day was a luncheon and Jack could sleep in because he was feeling a little tired, and he was mentally kicking himself for not being more discreet, especially after he realized the two were police officers. Plus he wanted Jon to come back to the hotel with him for a few minutes so they could talk some more or decide definitely to meet again after the next hockey game.

The two SRU officers looked dubiously at him, perhaps pondering if he was being honest, but Jack hadn't given them any reason not to believe him or to question his sincerity. It occurred to him and also to Jon, though neither knew it at the time, that the officers hadn't questioned how Jack knew the look-alike resembled Parker and not Lane. The gal, Callaghan, returned to the patrol car and used the radio, returning after a couple of minutes.

She handed Jack his license. "Sergeant Parker would like to talk to you, but not tonight. Will you be available tomorrow?"

Jack nodded and said, "Yes, before 9:30 and after 5." He hadn't been rude in his declaration, but had made it clear that he was only available during the times specified. The IOA meeting was a luncheon at a place called the Estates of Sunnybrook and he wasn't certain how long it would take him to get there or to get back.

There was a long drawn out pause before she asked where he was staying and he answered. After all, there wasn't any reason for them not to know. The two officers were a lot more relaxed and joked with Jon about him being out on the street with rabid hockey fans running around everywhere. After a few minutes the two men accepted a ride for the short distance to Jack's hotel where Jon assured them that he could get home from there just fine.

Callaghan had gotten out of the car and asked, "You are registered in your own name, aren't you Mr. O'Neill?"

"I am." There wasn't anything else for Jack to say.

"Sergeant Parker will call you," and she hopped back into the car, not asking about a cell phone number, which was just as well because Jack didn't want to give her or the Toronto police department the number, and then the police cars sped away.

Jon and Jack stood on the walkway outside the main hotel entrance, first watching the cars drive away, and then looking at each other they started laughing.

TBC

Burke – a character played by Enrico Colantoni in Stargate SG-1 season 7 two part episode "Evolution."

Greg Parker – a character played by Enrico Colantino in Flashpoint season 3 episode "Jumping at Shadows," Greg gets a surprise visitor at the station – someone he hasn't seen for eight years – his son. I read in a blog that his son is named Dean, but I couldn't confirm this so I haven't used it yet. Maybe next chapter.

The Hangar – a nickname for the Air Canada Centre.

SRU – Strategic Response Unit – elite tactical unit in a Canadian metro police department. Different things like landmarks and flags, etc,. suggest that Flashpoint's SRU is based on Toronto's Police Emergency Task Force. This has been confirmed in several sources.

Note: In my Stargate world, Jon's appearance has been altered by Thor. There will be more about this in either a separate chapter or a separate story. This story's back story will have info about Jon, but I have decided to write most of his history - from 15 to 22- in a separate short story. At least I think that's what I'm going to do.

Since Flashpoint and its characters are now a major part of this story, I'll be moving this to the crossover category. Thanks very much for reading.