Author's Note: Wow! That was more reviews in like three days than I have ever gotten in like the first five chapters. I am very impressed. And thank-you for all the positive reviews.

So, you all like it, that's good. Well, in this chap, Jesse does meet Sam and Jack- if only for a few minutes. But, everyone couldn't wait to see that so… I hope you enjoy and review as much as you did last chapter.

Summary: When Jesse agreed to leave his world, he didn't begin to expect anything he was about to go through. And what will it be like to met his parents… only they aren't?

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Chapter Two:

Mom and Dad?

After the guards had removed him from the room with the mirror, Jesse had been brought to another room furnished with nothing but a simple table, a light fixture, and recording device. Jesse was told to sit in a chair- it was wooded and not comfortable at all- and had to stay there for almost an hour before someone had come to talk to him.

The door opened and gave a thirty-year old man access to the dimly lighted room. He was an Air Force officer and, from what he could see, the man was a Major. The man made his way to the second seat without so much as a word.

Before saying anything, the Major activated the recording device and said, "Hi, Jesse. You don't mind if I call you that?" Jesse shook his head and allowed him to continue. "My name is Major White, do you mind telling me more about yourself."

"Like what?"

"Well, how about we start with your parents. What are their names?" The Major asked.

Jesse thought it over for a moment before answering, "Jonathan and Samantha O'Neill. My father's a Colonel in the United States Air Force."

The Major nodded, jotting down a few notes. "Alright, do you know where he's posted?"

"Um, at the S… at Cheyenne Mountain," Jesse told him, not sure what he could and couldn't tell the man.

The Major nodded and again scribbled down a note or two. "Now, how about you tell me about how you found out about the quantum mirror."

Jesse looked at him, at first not knowing what he was talking about. "The mirror? I, um… I was told about it. And they had this reality picked out already once I got there."

"Who told you?"

Jesse looked at the man carefully. He was neither mean nor forceful in trying to get the information from him but he was still as intimidating as General Hammond seemed. Thinking of the General, he remembered that he was to tell no one that he didn't recognize as SGC personnel. So, instead of answering, Jesse stayed quiet.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me. How about why you came?" Again, Jesse chose not to respond for fear that this was another question he wasn't supposed to answer. The Major looked him over, seeing that he was young and not necessarily someone who would know the answers to some of his questions. "If you don't want to talk to me, who would you like to?"

Jesse looked at him. He didn't believe his ears; he could choose whom he wanted to talk to? He could get a hold of his parents that easily? It seemed too good to be true. There had to be a but coming on. He knew it.

But there never was. "My parents. I mean… my parents here. In your reality."

The Major looked down at his notes where two names had been scribbled down. A Colonel Jack O'Neill and Major Samantha Carter. He nodded at the paper and then at the boy before saying, "Alright, I'll contact them. Until then, we'll set up some temporary accommodations for you."

The Major rose and walked to the guard at the door. He whispered something to him and the guard nodded. Once the Major was gone, the guard approached the boy and gestured for him to raise and follow him.

**Unknown**

His "accommodations" were little more than a bed, nightstand with a lamp, along with a modest table and two chairs. Looking around the room, he saw the walls were solid grey- similar to the SGC's. Walking up to his bed, he noticed that a uniform had been laid out for him to wear the next day. It was one of the camouflage ones where the dull greens, browns, and blacks mixed to form the material and uniform itself. Picking up his only other clothing, Jesse folded the one-piece outfit unceremoniously and plopped it on the small table that was temporarily his.

With the little energy he had left, Jesse dropped onto the bed- taking only a few seconds to remove his shoes but not bothering with the rest of it. He could careless about the fact he was still wearing his clothes nor could he care about how cold it was or where he was or what was going on. All that he could think about was his parents. And that he would never see them again. Or how they would be dead, soon if not already.

Putting his face in his pillow, he let go. Let go of his tightly held emotions. The feelings of fear and sorrow he had contained about his parents. His world. His life. Tears flowed freely as he let go on the little reality he understood at the moment. The little he wanted to know at that instant.

A loud knock on the door pulled Jesse out of his utopia; a wonderful dream about home and Alyssa and his mom and dad. Slowly, he opened his eyes and tried to get his bearings in the strange room he found himself in. With a tired sigh, he forced himself to sit up and run a hand through his long hair. Yawning, he swung his feet over the bad and felt the pads of his feet hit the ground.

A second tap on the door reminded him of the reason he had been awoken in the first place. Looking over at the nuisance, he debated whither or not to answer. "Come in," Jesse finally yawned, still trying to wake himself.

The door opened to reveal an Airman. "There's someone who wants to speak with you."

"Now?"

"Get dressed. I'm to take you to them," the Airman announced, his voice neither friendly nor rude.

Jesse looked over at the camouflage uniform he had found the night before. With a cringe, he stood just as the man closed the door, giving him some privacy.

Peeling off his shirt, he revealed his muscular physic and six-pack he worked hard to achieve and maintain between basketball, track, and weight lifting. Throwing the dirty item aside, he began stripping off his jeans and tossing them next to his shirt. Grabbing the now wrinkled uniform, he slipped his muscular legs into the pant legs and pulled the material up to his waist.

Leaving that there, he picked up the tight, black shirt and throw it on, remembering to tuck it into his uniform. Then, sliding his arms into the arms, he zipped up the uniform up to about mid-chest.

Satisfied that he couldn't look any better or worse in it, he shoved his out of place Nike sneakers on before walking up to the door. Turning the knob, the door opened smoothly. The guard who had awakened him stood just across the hall, waiting for him to emerge.

With a quick nod, the Airman turned and, supposedly, expected Jesse to follow him. Which he did. For some time, they just walked down the long, endless hallway of the only building he had ever visited in this particular reality.

The hallway was familiar to Jesse for he had walked the same path the night before. It was the same way to the 'Interrogation' room as Jesse had classified it. He was probably going to have to talk to the Major again. He knew it. They wouldn't both trying to get a hold of anyone. They wouldn't know who his father or mother were. They probably didn't work at the mountain nor was his father in the Air Force.

The Airman opened the door for Jesse, who knew to just walk in after the man stood aside and didn't seem to have any intention of entering the room himself. Jesse didn't need to be told twice to go to his old seat and wait to be talked to by the Major. The moment he entered the room, he was caught up in an intense feeling of something he could never have the words to describe. But something in the pit of his stomach told him there was something there.

Walking in with a tired and defeated posture, disturbed little by the sickening feeling, he was surprised when he heard hushed voices speaking. Looking up, his face fell when he recognized three of the four people standing in the room.

Then a smile grew across his face when he saw the familiar short blonde hair of his mother and brown head belonging to a good friend and mentor. It even grew when he managed to distinguish the voice of his father- sarcastic yet commanding.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the group turned to see the young boy standing there, watching them. His blue eyes large and confused. Yet his smile was confident and happy, showing none of the fear of rejection his heart felt deep down.

"Hi," his father- no, Colonel O'Neill- greeted him. Jesse, trying to seem more mature, lost his smile and put on a more serious face.

His eyes changed: they no longer held his fear and sorrow. But, instead, they shown with curiosity and hope. Hope that they would accept him and not force him away. But, underneath all that, was pure and simple panic.

"Hi," Jesse responded. Looking over at the table- now owning five rather than two seats- and wondered if he should sit or not.

Jack, as if reading his mind, looked at the table as well and decided to walk over and take a seat. His mother, followed by Daniel and then the unnamed man, joined him. Jesse took the hit and settled himself into the last available one.

"Well, I was told you'd only talk to me and Major Carter. Why's that?" His father asked. Jesse looked at him for a moment, not sure who the other person was. He looked over at his mother and notice, for the first time, she too was wearing fatigues. Looking at her collar, he saw the leaves signifying her as a Major.

Looking down at his hands, currently placed on the table, he realized his mother and father were not and could not get married in this reality. Regulations kept them apart unlike his parents who did not have that as an obstacle.

Glancing up at his father, he recognized the signs that he was patiently waiting for an answer to a question he already knew. "Because," Jesse shrugged.

"Because? That's a good answer. Now how 'bout the real one?" Jack asked, more forceful than the last time.

Jesse sighed. He saw few differences between this Jack and his Jack. They both knew what voice to use to get him to answer and obey and they both knew just what and how to say it in a way that it was impossible to say no to.

Continuing to look at his hands, Jesse answered with a simple, "I was told to only talk to people I know I could trust."

"And you can trust us?" Sam asked.

Her soft, beautiful voice was exactly what Jesse wanted to hear at that moment. He looked up at her, looking into the eyes he shared with her. "You guys… and Daniel." He looked over at the linguist/archeologist.

Taking it all into stride, Jack asked his next question, "How did you find out about the mirror?"

Some questions Jesse knew- well, had a feeling- he could tell those he wasn't as sure he could trust. But this question, he didn't know. Looking across the table at the large man, he took him in- deciding whither or not to trust him. He was large and well built from what Jesse had seen before he sat down. His skin was dark; he seemed African American. The floppy hat he wore on his head looked completely out of place but covered his head and forehead and also made it hard to see his eyes. But, without seeing them, he could tell that his face was stone and quite intimidating.

Jack, seeing Jesse's scrutiny of Teal'c, said, "You can trust him. I promise."

Jesse looked at Jack and then back at Teal'c before nodding. Looking to his father, he explained, "My… my parents told me about it after they had me brought to Cheyenne Mountain from school. They said… well, actually General Hammond told me that they had a mirror capable of transporting people to another reality."

At the mentioning of the General's name, Jack looked over at Sam. She shrugged, telling him it was completely possible that his reality had General Hammond in a high-ranking position too.

"That brings me to my next question," Jack began, looking back at whom the question would be directed to. "Why you? Why not some of the officers on the base or the other children. Why only you?"

Jesse looked at him. For a long moment, he said nothing. Jesse had asked the same question some time before he had left. But he was told only that: "General Hammond said I was special."

"Special how?"

Jesse shrugged at Daniel's question, "I don't know. He never said and I didn't have time to ask."

Jack nodded and stood, gesturing to his team that they should follow. When Jesse went to rise, Jack said, "No, stay here for a second." Jesse obeyed and watched them move over into the corner.

"What do you think?" Jack asked his team in a hushed voice, hoping the kid couldn't hear.

"I think he's a frightened young child who doesn't know how to lie to us at the moment. He trusts us because he recognizes the three of us from his reality and probably was even told to talk to only those he knew," Sam stated, looking back at the child who eerily resembled her. His claims that she was his mother could easily be correct but farther tests would be needed.

"I agree, Jack. I don't think, at this point, he has the right mind to understand everything going on to lie to us," Daniel agreed with Sam.

Jack nodded and said, "Teal'c?"

"I concur with Major Carter and Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said simply in his monotone voice.

"Alright, then we should get him back to the base. Have Janet run some tests, work her magic." The group began to brake up at that moment when they heard that note. Wondering back to the table Jesse still sat at, Jack said, "Alright, kid. Let's get going."

Jesse looked up at the man who looked and acted so much like his father he was almost sure that he had been a victim of an awful prank. But he knew that was not the case.

"What do you mean?"

"You're coming with us. Back to the mountain," Jack told him as the other three members waited at the door.

Jesse looked up into his father's brown eyes and smiled. He got to go with them. He wasn't being abandoned. And, maybe, he would have his two parents playing some kind of parenting role in his life.

Springing out of his chair, he walked along side of his father as they walked toward the waiting team.

**SGC Private Jet**

Sure, Jesse had been on an airplane once or twice but, what he was on, was not normal. The thing was furnished with couches! The stewardess brought him anything he asked for considering there were only four other passengers. It was amazing!

Jesse found himself running through the plane taking in ever detail and every feeling it allowed. He could careless that the other four were watching him act like an idiot, it was just too cool! Too cool not to act like an idiot.

Finally sitting down, Jesse chose to sit on one of the couches and look out the window. He looked down and saw how different the scenery was from high above. He allows loved to look down on everything. It made him feel almost… like a god.

Jesse looked over his shoulder at his two parents. They had been sitting next to each other the entire two hours of the flight so far, not say much of anything. He knew from experience what they looked like together; they were adorable. But, they were his parents so he wouldn't go much past that.

But these two, they couldn't ever be together unless one retired or something. And, from how closely bonded they all seemed, Jesse knew they weren't about to do that. Not even for the chance to be together. He could see it in their eyes that they wanted to, but they didn't dare try and tell others about that deeply buried feeling.

Turning his head around so he could look back out the window, he heard the beginnings of a conversation. "Carter?"

"Yea, sir," Sam said, distracted as she continued to watch her son run around the plane.

"The kid, he can't stay on the base forever. And, um, sending him back through the mirror is obviously out of the question," Jack stated.

"Right. What are you getting at, sir?" Sam asked, finally looking at him.

Jack sighed and said, "I was going to invite him to live at my house." Jack's eyes never left Jesse as he looked out the window and watched over the land below as he spoke quietly to Sam. "I have plenty of spare room and… god knows the kid needs someone to watch him if he's going to stay here."

Sam nodded and looked back at the boy. He may have looked a lot like her, but he had Jack's personality. He could be completely goofy at one moment to replace that by complete seriousness the next.

For a moment, Jack stayed quiet, not knowing if he should or shouldn't bother with what he wanted to say. Then, "I have… three spare rooms. You know, if you ever… wanted to just come by and… I don't be with him, there will always be a room open for you."

Sam looked at him in disbelief. He had just offered her to enter his house and stayed the night whenever she wanted. That was completely against regulation but… so was the fact the two of them had a child. Technically.

Slowly, Sam nodded, showing she agreed with the proposition. If Jesse was hers as well, she wouldn't abandoned him and leave it completely to Jack to take care of him. She would never do that. At least, she would never do it on purpose.

**Colorado Springs Airport*

Jesse may have ridden in an airplane before but what awaited him after he exited the private jet was new. Once off the narrow ladder, Jesse could see a long, black limousine waiting for the bunch. He looked it over a few times, not realizing it was their ride until Daniel and Teal'c headed toward it.

Looking around, he saw dozens of other planes. Some of them looked ready to board while others seemed not to be in use at the moment. Coughing a bit, he noticed the thick smell and taste of fuel in the air and the distinct smell of burnt rubber.

Continuing to walk with his parents, Jesse walked up to the limousine and ducked inside. Sliding over, he made room for the two Air Force officers. Turning to be more comfortable, he looked out the window at the large airstrip.

As the engine was started and the driver began heading wherever it was that they were going, Jesse's eyes stayed focused on the dead center of the window. He saw everything but took in nothing. Nothing of the beauty. Just nothing but his own thoughts he had lost himself in.

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