Jon hid in his room when they moved the other wards in with his. No one bothered him. The kid assigned to his room wouldn't come in. It gave him too much time to stare in the mirror at the changes in himself. He remembered being this young...younger...whatever. He looked older than when he'd been cloned. Made. Jon sighed.

A knock on his door made Jon jump. He went and opened the door to find the big blond guy Steve had sketched standing just outside his room.

"Captain Rogers has informed me you know a person called Thor that is not myself."

Jon raised his eyebrows. "You are definitely taller."

Clint appeared from behind Thor. "Go in, Thor." Clint smiled at him and fended off a child that was clinging to Clint's leg.

Jon backed up until he was sitting on the bed and watched Thor look around before picking the other bed to sit on. Clint closed the door and sat on the chair between the beds.

"Jon, sorry to bother you, but Thor got excited when Steve told him about your other kind of Asgard."

"They are well?" Thor looked at him hopefully.

Jon blinked. "I don't know." He rubbed his hand through his hair. "I haven't seen them or talked to my Thor since I was cloned."

Thor nodded. "You have been held captive."

With a shrug, Jon leaned back against the headboard. "I can't really remember. Everything is fuzzy."

Clint nodded. "Only clear memories are pain or lots of light?"

"Yes." Jon narrowed his eyes at Clint. "Drugs?"

"They used to use a lot of stuff." Clint rubbed his hands on his thighs. "In the destruction a lot of data was lost, so we don't know exactly what they did to you."

Jon sighed. "That's not surprising."

Thor gestured towards the closed door. "You are not the only adult amongst the rescued."

"There's eight adults, counting me." Jon thumbed his eyebrow. "The rest don't talk at all."

Clint smiled slightly. "The Centre doesn't let go of Pretenders easily."

"I'm not a Pretender."

Thor leaned forward and set his forearms on his knees. "The Lady Hanna has told me of being a Pretender."

"Not pleasent."

"Indeed not." Thor looked at Jon. "You are a clone?"

"Yeah." Jon tapped his temple. "I've got all the memories of Old-Me from before getting copied." He pulled on his pant leg. "I just didn't age right. My Thor fixed the gonna-die-because-of-it-not-going-right problem and now I'm...well, Mini-Me according to the original."

Clint frowned at Thor.

Thor nodded. "I wish to express my despair on knowing you will outlive all those you once called friend."

Jon stared at him for a moment. "Thanks? I think." He tilted his head. "Is Rogers really the actual first Captain America?"

Clint nodded. "Yes."

"Uh." Jon clasped his hands over his stomach. "Coulson promised me a phone. You didn't happen to bring that with you did you?"

General Jack O'Neill ignored Daniel as he elbowed him in the ribs.

"Jack, why are you up here? And why did you tell Odyssey to orbit instead of patrol once we got back?"

"Patience, Daniel. The show is about to start."

"Show? Will there be popcorn? I do like popcorn."

Daniel half-turned towards Dr. Jarod Gruber and smiled. "No, no. Jack's shows aren't always popcorn worthy."

Jack smiled at Daniel. "This one will be. The Avengers are going to blow up around about half the fertility clinics in the US tonight."

"What?" Daniel looked at the map on the main screen. "Wait...Who?"

"Oh, right." Jack slung an arm around Daniel. "You were on Atlantis and missed it. There was a near alien invasion of New York, but we didn't cause it. Or stop it." Jack leaned towards Jarod. "Daniel likes to cause invasions."

Daniel shoved on Jack's arm. "I do not." He grimaced and ducked his head. "Usually." He waved at the screen. "Fertility clinics?"

"Yeah-sure-you-bet-'ca." Jack pointed at Delaware. "There's this idiot place called the Centre...well, there was. They stole one of the Avengers and promptly got destroyed while the Avengers got back their teammate."

"Okay." Daniel looked at Jarod staring at the map for a moment before turning back to Jack. "And that relates how exactly?"

"I'm getting there, Daniel." Jack pointed across the map. "So the Centre was using fertility clinics to breed these genius kids called Pretenders...And, I should probably mention they had Mini-Me."

Jarod rasied his eyebrows. "Mini...Me?"

Daniel sighed. "Jack got cloned once. The clone didn't age right and was about fifteen. That was in 2003." Daniel frowned. "He'd be, what, about 24 now, right?"

Jack shrugged. "About. He's still got my brain. The hospital that is treating the rescued kids was attacked. Jon helped stop them."

"And the Avengers are just destroying all this property because they are still upset about their teammate?" Daniel pointed at the map. "All in one night?"

Jarod looked at the map. "They must have a very good means of transport."

Jack stage whispered to Daniel. "What's he do again?"

Daniel smiled. "Jarod knows almost as many languages as me. He picked up Ancient in about five hours."

Jarod turned away from the map. "It was harder than I expected since it is so closely related to Latin that I kept having trouble remembering to use the Ancient version of the word."

Daniel beamed. "He could speak it better the first day than I did after two weeks."

"Ah." Jack looked at Jarod. "What did you think of Atlantis, Doctor?"

Jarod smiled, a dimple appearing in one cheek. "Magnificent."

Jack nodded and then stabbed his finger at the map. "Did War Machine just buzz a bunch of drunk people?"

Daniel leaned in to read the map's information field. "Uh, looks like it."

"Oh, Davis is going to hear about that."

Colonel Davis lead Dr. Jarod Gruber down the hallway. "I'm really not sure this is a good idea, sir. These children don't act normally and it can be quite disturbing."

"I'll be fine." Jarod smiled at him and stepped past the nurses' station. "I'll only be a few minutes."

Jarod looked around at the children and he wished for a moment he could tear the Centre apart as the Avengers had done. He'd known there were other Pretenders. He'd almost escaped with a couple of others, he'd seen the footage of Mrs. Parker's mother trying to get the children out, but he'd not realized there were quite so many.

One of the little children blinked and then smiled at him.

Jarod smiled back and moved through the crowd. He was looking for the 'Mini-Me' that Dr. Jackson and General O'Neill had spoke of. He wanted to see why the Centre had stolen a clone when they could already make them.

He found a closed door at the end of the ward and gently knocked before opening it.

The man inside was young, but...not. Oh. Not at all. That would terrify the younger Pretenders. Jarod stood in the doorway.

Jon looked up as a knock sounded. "Yeah?"

The door came open and a clean cut looking guy stood in the doorway looking at him. Then the guy broke into a huge grin.

"You are very complex."

Jon made a face. "What?"

The guy shook himself. "Sorry." He came in and extended a hand to shake. "I'm Jarod."

Jon shook and then tightened his hold on Jarod's hand. "The Jarod? The one Clint came by this morning and lamented to me they hadn't found yet? The one with a bunch of half-siblings? That Jarod?"

Jarod cocked his head. "Yes? Who is Clint?"

Jon pulled Jarod off balance and then grinned as Jarod immediately countered the move. "He's an Avenger."

"Oh." Jarod sat down on the edge of the bed by the door. "Is he the one they were rescuing when the Avengers destroyed the Centre?"

"Think so, yeah." Jon flopped down on the other bed. "Shouldn't you be hiding?"

Jarod smiled. "I was. On Atlantis, the lost City of the Ancients."

"Uh." Jon nodded. "Daniel must have figured out the location."

"He found an eighth symbol."

"Eight?" Jon frowned. "Wait...that means it was another galaxy."

Jarod looked surprised.

"What? You're a Pretender. You know Old-Me has a brain in his head."

"I know he finds it amusing when people think he is less intelligent than he appears."

Jon snorted. "Yeah. That is always fun." Jon waved at Jarod. "Why all the way out there? You could have just gone around Milky Way. Seven digit dials are far easier to power."

Jarod sighed. "I wanted to get as far away from the Centre as I could. My being alive puts all my family at risk."

"Not so much now, though."

"No." Jarod stood up. "I need to find my family." He stuck out his hand. "Thank you for saving the world, Jack."

Jon beamed as he shook hands with Jarod.