"Clark, go up there. See what you can do." As he shouted the order, Colonel Jack O'Neill pointed to the swirling mess above him.
"It'll be just like when you saved Lana from that tornado." Despite the situation, Major Samantha Carter smiled as she spoke in a light breezy voice.
"Just like that," Daniel Jackson said loudly.
"Only bigger and better," O'Neill said, waving his hand.
"It will indeed be a most impressive feat, Clark Kent," Teal'c said.
The violent winds blew around the dark hair of Clark Kent as he shouted back. "What exactly do you want me to do, Jack?"
"Do what you do best, Clark! Try to help some of those people! And see if you can find someone to help us."
As Clark disappeared into the swirling vortex, Zatanna held up gloved hands.
"What about me? I'm here to help."
"Sorry, Zatanna," Carter said. "In this situation, even you aren't enough."
"Wow, Sam. You sure know how to hurt a girl." With her big blue vibrant eyes, Zatanna took in the situation. "Not that you're wrong. This situation would take an entire Justice League."
"More like a hundred Justice Leagues," Daniel murmured.
"Consisting of more than Victor Stone, Arthur Curry and Bart Allen," Teal'c said.
With a rueful look, O'Neill nodded. "But at least we found the place. And the big guy himself."
"A lot more than that, sir."
The team stood in the midst of what looked like a massive green tornado, filled with an assortment of figures from across the multiple universes. Daniel glimpsed Indiana Jones, the Hulk, Millie the Model, Harry Potter and others, some of them holding out their hands as they shouted encouragement.
At the center of it all was Q, eyes raised to the sky as bright beams of golden energy shot out. His mouth moved up and down, and out came lightly spoken gibberish. To Daniel, the words sounded like the Elven language. Q's actual voice resembled the mumbling of Dustin Hoffman in "Rain Man."
Floating above Q was a figure in orange and green who moved forward to hover over SG-1. Dressed in an orange suit with a green vest, he had his legs crossed in a yoga position. The short man (if he was a man) had skinny legs, white sideburns and a bulbous nose. While wearing a goofy grin, he tipped his hat.
"Welcome, S-G-One."
"Not you again," O'Neill groaned. Daniel thought how Jack did a lot of groaning on this trip.
"It's me!" the short skinny fellow exclaimed while holding out his arms.
"You're worse than Harlan and Urgo put together."
"Thank you, Colonel O-Neill." The short fellow held a green-gloved hand over his waist as he bowed. "And I have actually put Harlan and Urgo together."
"Mix-iz-pittle-ick," Daniel said. As he carefully sounded out the name, Daniel sounded slightly awed.
"Good pronunciation, Daniel."
"Thanks, Sam."
"It is indeed the one called Mix-iz-pittle-ick."
"Emperor Mix-iz-pittle-ick, if you please," the orange-suited imp said as he both raised a finger and lifted his bulbous nose.
"Nice hat," O'Neill said.
"Thank-yew. My friends call me Mixy."
"Then we'll call you something else. Dorkwad perhaps? Ninny? Runt? Squirt?"
"You will call me 'Emperor' or 'Your Majesty.'"
"Yeah, that's not going to happen." As he glanced around, O'Neill looked more annoyed than usual. "Mind explaining to me what's going on here?"
"Certainly, Colonel O-Neill!" Mixy said brightly. Smiling broadly with tiny yellow fangs, Mixy eagerly rubbed his gloved hands.
"When I first learned about the Q, I started planning a way to pull this off." The imp held a hand over his mouth as he giggled loudly. "After the big guy here was weakened by the Joker Crisis, I managed to get inside his mind. Then I caused him to break down. Just like one of those androids in the classic 'Star Trek' episode 'I, Mudd.'"
"Aren't you the clever one?" O'Neill said.
"I like to think so." A beaming Mixy placed a gloved hand on his tiny chest.
Daniel lifted a finger. "Excuse me? Mister-"
"Emperor."
"Yeah," Daniel said with a brief frown. "The thing is, this isn't like you. You're basically just someone who pesters Superman."
"That I am."
"What I'm getting at is that you're someone who's never had any big schemes or grand designs or great ambition. So why now? Why this?"
Mixy made a face. "I'm performing a public service, Doctor Jackson. I am undermining these so-called 'heroes.'"
"Okay. Why?"
Mixy snorted. "Because these supposed paragons of moral virtue aren't really heroes at all. Take just this one example: In one universe, there's an Oliver Queen in Starling City who goes around killing people."
"Used to kill people," Daniel corrected. "Well, it depends on where you are in the timeline, really."
"Daniel, don't."
"It's true, Jack."
"Yes, but it gives me a headache."
"Tut, tut, tut," Mixy tutted, waving a finger. "I'm talking here. Another so-called 'hero' is a Batman who contacted mobsters so they could kill an assassin named Jack. Which, not incidentally, ended up creating the Joker," the imp said pointedly.
"Did it now?"
"It did indeed, Colonel O-Neill."
"One of them, anyway," Daniel said.
"Whatever Joker we're talking about, the guy's not exactly my favorite person," O'Neill said. "Though it's hard to know who's worse: you or him."
"I vote this guy," Zatanna said drily.
"I'm with Zatanna, sir."
"As am I, O-Neill."
Again, Mixy struck a pose, hand to chest, head raised. "You know, the Joker and I once pitted different versions of Batman and Superman against each other."
"We heard," Zatanna said.
"I read it in a graphic novel," Daniel said.
O'Neill gave him a look. "Isn't that just a fancy term for comic books, Daniel?"
"Graphic novels are a little more sophisticated."
"I do not read comic books or graphic novels," Teal'c announced matter-of-factly. "Nevertheless, I find this 'Mix-iz-pittle-ick'-"
"Good pronunciation, Teal'c."
"-to be most troublesome and annoying."
"Thanks, Teal'c-y, old boy." As he leaned forward, Mixy spoke in the voice of Peter Lorre. "Because you despise me, I trust you most of all." Once again, he giggled, hand to mouth.
O'Neill looked at the imp then at Daniel. "That's like something the Joker would do. Why is this guy acting like the Joker?"
"Plus, if Q went insane, why would it create altered worlds?" Carter asked.
"Um, magic?" Zatanna suggested.
Mixy pointed his finger, and O'Neill sprouted the head of a groaning, gasping panic-stricken Homer Simpson. After a few seconds, there was a loud "pop," and the bald yellow head vanished.
"Don't do that!" O'Neill snapped.
"Tee-hee-hee." Mixy laughed like Homer.
"That was like a Joker trick," Daniel murmured. "What's going on here?"
"Whatever it is, Daniel, we need to get Q back to normal," Carter said.
"At least as normal as he gets," Zatanna said. "Clark won't be much help. He's vulnerable to magic."
Case in point. Clark fell out of the swirling vortex, screaming all the way just before he landed with a loud grunt and a great crash.
"Clark, you all right?" Daniel and Carter scrambled to help him up.
"I think so," he said in a moaning voice. "I ran into Hermione, one of them, and her magic wand."
"Powers or not, Clark, you're a valuable member of this team," O'Neill declared.
Daniel grinned as he looked directly at Clark. "It's like you father once said. Even if your bones weren't unbreakable, you'd still put yourself in harm's way to save others."
"Just like Whitney Fordman did," Carter said with a grin of her own.
"It is indeed so, Clark Kent."
Zatanna raised a gloved hand. "Hey, you've got my vote, Clark."
Though still looking disheveled, Clark smiled and nodded. "Thanks, guys."
Now Zatanna put her gloved hands on her hips. "Not to take away from what a great guy you are, Clark, but we've got to find a way to help Q."
"Must we?" O'Neill griped.
"Trust me, Colonel O-Neill. If it wasn't for all these worlds being in danger, I wouldn't help him either."
O'Neill made a face as he waved his hand dismissively at the imp. "First, we've got to find a way past this clown."
"Not to mention avoid all that up there," Daniel said, glancing up at the vortex.
Mixy wore the wide smile of the Grinch. "Good luck with all that," he said as he struck a casual pose in which he leaned on his side.
"We have a way," Carter said.
The team members fired their phasers, and a portal opened. Out popped the androids from Harlan's factory, the ones from the world they visited previously.
Mixy wiggled his fingers at android-Clark but the android simply grabbed him and threw him through the air..
"We're programmed for a wide variety of situations," android-Carter said.
"We've seen worse," android-O'Neill said.
"When?" android-Daniel said.
When Mixy landed with an "oof," android-SG-1 opened fire with laser rifles, the kind stormtroopers would carry. When they paused, android-Martha-Kent and android-Tess-Mercer used martial arts kicks on him, causing Mixy to say "oof" a lot more.
"When he's off-balance like that, he can't use his magic," Zatanna said.
Android-Clark and android-Lana moved around at super-speed,.picking up figures standing in the way, clearing a path to Q. Regular Clark joined them. SG-1 and Zatanna moved toward Q.
Clark showed up a few seconds after the rest of the team, causing Zatanna's hair to blow back as she held up two gloved hands.
"Whatever that is shooting out of Q's eyes, I'll protect you," she said.
"As you have done since our arrival," Teal'c said with a bow and a nod.
"Appreciate it, Zee," O'Neill said.
"Yeah. Thanks, Zatanna," Clark said.
"Yeah, thanks," Carter said.
Daniel leaned in toward Q, though not too close.
"Q, can you hear me? Are you all right? What can we do to help you?"
But all Daniel got was some gibberish in Klingon.
Suddenly, the scene around them changed. They were in downtown Smallville, only the sky was red, and just above the Smallville water tower the "Enterprise" fired on a Borg cube. While the Justice League knelt on top of the water tower, the sky was filled with multiple Mixy heads.
Q stood in the doorway of the Talon, waving to them.
"S-G-One. Get in here, quick," he ordered.
Once they were inside, Q said, "You're inside my mind."
"Not sure that's a place I want to be," O'Neill said.
"Me either," Clark said.
"Nevertheless, welcome to my world," Q said drily.
Daniel wore his usual confused look. "Q, you can talk."
"Obviously, Doctor Jackson."
"I mean, in clear complete sentences that make sense."
Q looked almost exasperated, which O'Neill would say was his usual look. "If we're done belaboring the obvious, I'll explain so even your primitive minds can understand."
"Gee, thanks," Zatanna said.
"Yeah, good to see you, too, Q," Carter said.
Q rolled his eyes as he sighed. "There isn't much time for politeness. As I've said, you're inside my mind, at least the part I still control. And I've chosen the Talon as a form familiar to all of you."
"That's swell of you, Q," O'Neill said. "I've always said you're a heckuva guy."
"On the contrary, O-Neill. You have stated the exact opposite on many occasions."
Along with his yellow Starfleet uniform, Q suddenly sprouted a green Talon. This happened just about the time he said, "I need to get back to normal."
"That outfit's not the way to do it," Zatanna said.
Q looked down then back up. "That's the imp taking more control of my mind."
"How exactly are we supposed to help?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, let's get this over with and never see each other again," O'Neill said. "Don't even send a Christmas card."
Oddly, Q smiled.
"To get back my sanity, I need you to talk to me about your lives, however mundane and hum-drum they might be."
O'Neill lifted his eyebrows. "Eager to hear stories about Goa'uld and meteor freaks, are you?"
Clark made his wince-face. "Yeah, we don't exactly live normal lives, even though I try to."
"Yeah, what Clark said." Daniel gestured to Clark as he wore his own look of uncertainty and confusion.
"It will still be more normal than what goes on in the mind of that imp," Q said.
Tiny versions of Mixy crawled up the walls and on the table. O'Neill swatted one of them, only to have four more pop into existence. .
"What's this?" O'Neill asked.
"That's the imp trying to take over the last of my mind. Start talking!" Q hissed.
So they talked about their lives. Clark started with a simple story: the time he and Lana stood on a football field screaming up at the sky in an almost joyful way. It was to get out their frustrations: Lana from working as a waitress, Clark from dealing with fires caused by the football coach. (And not doing so well on the football team. And having a lot of conflict with his dad.) Clark then talked about the time he watched a drive-in movie with Lana.
As Clark spoke, the scene was acted out around him. Only this time as Clark and Lana watched a Bugs Bunny cartoon, SG-1 was in the back of the pickup with them. And so was Q.
"How sweet and trite," Q snorted. They were back sitting at a table. Around them, the mini-Mixies disappeared. O'Neill swatted another Mixy-insect. It fell on its side and made continuous groaning noises.
Daniel spoke of forgiveness. On one world they visited, Teal'c was put on trial for his past crimes. But when Teal'c helped save the village from an invasion, his accuser decided Teal'c was no longer the same man.
"I was mistaken," the accuser said. "My memory was faulty. This is not the same man who killed my father."
"I am the man," Teal'c insisted.
The accuser shook his head. "No, that Jaffa is dead. You have killed him." He turned to the other members of SG-1. "Take your friend home."
As the scene was acted out, Clark stood with his friends. As the accuser handed Teal'c his staff weapon, Lana Lang approached Clark. "I forgive you," she said softly. The two embraced, with Clark having to lean down a great deal to hug the petite Lana.
Clark then talked about Thanksgiving with Oliver, Lois, his mom, Lionel and Chloe.
"That's kind of what Thanksgiving should be," Clark mused aloud. "Inviting people in, whoever they are."
At that point, the team members passed around stuffing and turkey. There were still some Mixy-insects crawling around.
As they ate, Zatanna said, "I also have a story about forgiveness. There was the time I wrapped Oliver Queen up in chains while I made off with a book of spells."
"I bet old Oliver wasn't too happy about that," O'Neill said.
"Oh, he wasn't. He was in his Green Arrow costume, with his whole face exposed. No hood, no sunglasses."
"So his identity could have been discovered," Teal'c said.
"He couldn't have been happy about that," Carter said.
"No, Sam, he wasn't," Zatanna said. She smiled. "But Oliver forgive me. And I heard later that when Jimmy Olsen was in trouble, Oliver gave him a chance to turn his life around. Not with a handout or charity but with a job."
"Nice," O'Neill said.
"Very nice," Carter said.
"That can be the most dignified form of assistance."
"Oliver's an all right guy," Clark said.
Q sat at the head of the table, head slumped on a supporting fist. "The human sentiment is tiring. But it does seem to be making me stronger. Continue."
"Give it up, Q," Zatanna said. "We know you're an old softie. Why else would you help Captain Picard save the entire human race?"
"Actually, wasn't Q the one who tried to destroy the human race?" O'Neill asked pointedly.
"We can debate that later, Jack."
"Or never, Daniel."
"For now, we need more stories," Clark said. "And I've got a good one. It's about Kyle Tippett.".
That was when part of the roof of the Talon tore off and the face of Mxyzptlk filled the jagged hole. The imp's loud laughter caused the ground to shake.
SG-1 opened fire with their weapons while Clark unleashed a flurry of super-speed punches.
"Your abilities are not that impressive," Q sniffed.
"Thanks for the pep talk, Q," Daniel said as he fired his phaser.
Q frowned. "I didn't mean to offend your poor human pride. You forget, Doctor Jackson. This is a realm of the mind. Your human qualities are needed more than your weapons, which are only mental representations anyway. Instead of that, create things with your minds."
Teal'c placed his staff weapon in a vertical position. "Q is indeed correct. We cannot use tools of physical combat. We must draw on weapons of the mind, of the spirit."
As Clark continued his punches, his face knotted up in intense concentration. It was the same for Teal'c, O'Neill, Carter, Daniel and Zatanna.
Q was actually sweating as he sat chained up to a chair.
"Think, S-G-One! Think! Think of scenes from your life, the people you've met. Use imagination, get creative. It's the only way I can be free. Once I take control from the imp, I'll drive out the power that controls him and get him back to normal. And everything else!"
With fists clenched, Clark cried out, Zatanna and SG-1 along with him.
That was when the giant Mixy found himself under attack by the Green Arrow, Cyborg, Aquaman and Bart.. Also by Jaffa, Tok'ra and a swarm of meteor freaks.
Q broke his chains and stood up. But with a flick of his giant fingers, Mixy knocked him down.
The giant Mixy was then under attack by a swarm of Borg and two "Enterprises."
A Captain Kirk with glowing white eyes grabbed Q by the neck and the two did a fight-dance around the room.
The giant Mixy head roared, and the team was swallowed up in a white light.
Clark found himself hanging horizontally from a cable rope in front of an activiated Stargate. The others, including Zatanna, were in the same position. Clark found himself being pulled toward the Stargate.
"Guys, what is this?" he shouted.
"It's the time a black hole was drawing things in through the Stargate," Carter shouted back.
"That doesn't sound good," Clark said.
"Don't sweat it, Clark," O'Neill said loudly. "I was able to survive the black hole. With your powers, you've got even more of a shot. And you can save us, too."
"I don't think that matters in here, Colonel O-Neill," Zatanna said.
"I fear Zatanna is correct, O-Neill."
"Yeah," Clark groaned. "Doesn't feel like I can pull away from it."
"My usual magic isn't working," Zatanna said as she winced and groaned. "Not that I can really concentrate."
Daniel responded in a groaning voice. "If you could concentrate, Zatanna, that would be really helpful."
A giant Mixy head popped out of the Stargate.
"Okay, that's not going to help," Daniel said.
"No, Daniel, it's not," O'Neill said.
"We must be strong, O-Neill. With our minds. With our spirits." Teal'c grunted slightly as he hung on to the rope. "With his strong Kryptonian spirit, Clark Kent is most able to combat this mental threat."
"I'm working on it, Teal'c," Clark said, his face all scrunched up.
"Work faster, Clark," O'Neill grunted.
A giant Q head popped up out of the Stargate. Actually, it was more than just a head because Q wrapped his arms around Mixy's neck.
"Focus, S-G-One!" Q said sharply. "Whatever you imagine in here it becomes real!"
O'Neill's feet dropped from the rope.
"Now would be a good time, Clark," Daniel muttered.
After a few grunts, Clark gasped out, "Guys, I have an idea. Part real, part imagination."
"Anything to get away from this chaos," O'Neill shouted.
In place of Q and Mixy, a scene unfolded. In downtown Smallville stood Clark and the town outsider Kyle Tippett.
"Need a ride?" Clark asked, holding out the keys to the family pickup.
"I've gotta buy groceries," Kyle demurred.
"No problem," Clark said casually.
Breaking up the happy image, the giant Mixy head lunged forward, and Mixy growled as he bared a row of sharp fangs. Q pulled him back, causing the oversized imp to gag.
"I only have a little strength," Q grunted. "It won't last. I need more."
The scene shifted. As Jonathan smiled, Martha placed a turkey on the dinner table.
"It's good you could join us, Kyle," Martha said softly.
"It was good of you to have me...Clark...Martha...Jonathan." As he spoke quietly, Kyle nodded to each person. "I've been on the run so much, using my powers to help people. Maybe I shouldn't have snuck back into Smallville but I'm glad I did." His eyes moistened. "I had no one to be with for the holiday but now I have friends and a kind of family."
Kyle sat across from Teal'c's one-time accuser who smiled and nodded, his hands clasped in a kind of casual prayer stance. Behind him, Jonathan spoke quietly.
"We're glad to have you, Kyle."
"We're glad to have all of you," Martha said as she spread out her hands.
"It's great to be here," Clark said.
"I second that," Daniel said quietly.
"We all do," Carter said with a smile as Zatanna nodded and Teal'c bowed.
O'Neill lifted a finger. "This is much better than hanging from ropes being sucked in toward a black hole."
As she leaned in, Martha whispered to her son.
"You know, Clark. I don't always get Colonel O'Neill's sense of humor."
"He's an acquired taste, Mom," Clark said with a grin.
Across from O'Neill, General George Hammond did a slight double-take.
"S-G-One. You're back. I trust your mission was successful?"
"It looks like it will be, sir," O'Neill said.
Clark held out his hand. "General, this is Zatanna."
"She was a big help to us, sir," Carter said.
"Then I'm glad you met her."
"She is most formidable, General Hammond."
"I'll take your word for it, Teal'c."
"Among other things, she grants wishes," Clark said with a smile.
"That's fine, Clark," Hammond said gently. "But if you're back safely, I have my wish."
"Thank you, sir," Carter said as the others echoed the sentiment.
Hammond nodded to his hosts. "Jonathan. Martha. How about passing around some of this excellent food?"
"I couldn't agree more, general," Jonathan said with a little laugh in his voice.
"Just make sure to get some before Clark gets a hold of it," Martha teased.
"Right," Kyle said with a little laugh. "Otherwise you might starve."
Above them, Mixy screamed as the flying Borg-Jaffa-meteor-freak army drove the imp into the swirling green vortex, which then promptly vanished with a loud "swoosh" noise. .
"Hold the noise down!" O'Neill shouted. "We're trying to eat here."
The Kent living room vanished, and it was only Clark, SG-1, Q and a very puzzled-looking Mixy. Lifting his hat, the imp scratched his bald head.
"What exactly was I doing here?" After a quick shrug, he vanished.
O'Neill looked up at the clear sky above. "No more swirling thingies," he noted as he made a spinning gesture with his index finger.
Daniel gave Q his most serious Daniel look. "Q, mind explaining what happened here?"
"If I must."
"Yes, you must," O'Neill said. "And then we go home and never see each other again."
Smiling, Q lifted his eyebrows. "You may be in for a surprise there, Colonel O-Neill.."
"No. No surprises," O'Neill said, waving his index finger.
"I'd like to get back to the farm," Clark said.
"And I'd like to be back on stage," Zatanna said as she folded her arms. "What's the story, Q?"
Q sighed. "Very well. If I must satisfy your human curiosity. After the Joker Crisis, there was some of that clown's energy floating around that somehow took over the little imp."
"Power from the Joker," Daniel said.
"That's why Mix-iz-pittle-ick was acting like the Joker," Carter said.
"And that's how we ended up with altered worlds filled with magic," Zatanna said.
"I'm so glad your primitive little minds understand."
In response, Carter offered a wry smile. "Always great talking to you, Q."
"Let's never do it again," O'Neill said, eyebrows up.
"We have arranged a solution, O-Neill." The very tall Q crossed his arms over his yellow Starfleet uniform. "The Q have decided to create duplicates of you. When there's a crisis in the multiple universes, they'll be dispatched to deal with it. The original Clark Kent and S-G-One can stay home and live their hum-drum lives."
"That sounds swell," O'Neill said.
"Yeah, swell," Clark said. The others murmured their agreement.
Q waved his hand. "The originals can go back to their Goa'uld and meteor freaks and other trivial concerns."
"I look forward to it," O'Neill said.
"We are in agreement, O-Neill."
"Can't wait to have Thanksgiving with Mom and Dad."
"Wish I could be there, Clark," Daniel said.
"Same here," Carter said with a wistful smile.
"Ah." Here, O'Neill raised a finger. "Speaking of which. That little scene back in the Talon, with the turkey and the imps crawling around? Worst Thanksgiving ever."
"I may be able to help with that, Colonel O'Neill." Q snapped his fingers, and they were in the Kent living room. A very long table seated everyone from Harlan and Urgo with Penny and the "Big Bang" guys as well as the three main members of the Legion—Rokk, Imra and Garth. Also General Hammond, Janet Fraiser, Kara, Pete, Lana, Lois, Oliver, Martha and Jonathan.
Daniel stared at the tall figure in yellow. "This isn't like you, Q."
"Yeah," Carter said. "Since when do you do anything nice?"
Zatanna gave Q a skeptical look. "What's the deal, big guy?"
Q made what might be described as a somber O'Neill face. "You'll have to excuse me. I haven't been myself lately. I may still be recovering."
"As good a reason as any, I guess," Clark said.
"Indeed."
O'Neill raised his eyebrows and a finger as he glanced around the table. "When do we get to meet these duplicates of ours?"
Q responded with a wry smile. "Actually, Colonel O-Neill, what if I told you that you are the duplicates, and have been since the beginning of this mission?"
O'Neill blinked in confusion. "What now?"
"Yes, what?" Daniel, Carter and Zatanna said all at once. As he held a drumstick, Teal'c lifted an eyebrow while Clark made his squinty frown-face.
More of the wry smile from Q. "You were created shortly after the original you went through the Stargate." Seeing their puzzled faces, he grinned. "Eventually you'll realize it's true. Once you get used to the idea, you'll find it's not so bad. When you're not busy saving the multiple universes, you'll live in Smallville with Chloe, Jonathan, Martha, Lana and your primitive Stargate." He shook his head. "The Ancients. Such pests."
"Pests," O'Neill said. "We meet a lot of those."
"We're duplicates?" Clark asked.
Daniel glanced at Clark. "Better than finding out you're an android, I suppose."
"Or in your case, Clark, Bizarro," Zatanna said.
Carter waved her hands over her uniform. "I feel like me," she said.
"As do I, Major Carter."
Q stood over a giant turkey with a carving knife. "For all intents and purposes, you are Clark Kent and S-G-One."
"This is bet-ter," Harlan said with a giddy smile.
"Oh! I want pumpkin pie!" Urgo smiled as he rubbed his hands.
"Here you go," Lana said as she passed it to him.
"Enjoy," Chloe said with a smile.
O'Neill sat back in his chair. "So I get to live in Smallville, huh? With my old pal Jonathan Kent. And we get to to fishing together." After he thought for a moment, O'Neill lifted his eyebrows as he held up a plate. "In that case, I'll have another drumstick. And some cake."