2/?
Author's Note: Dr. Frasier is still the SGC's doctor, 'cause it's just easier to write that.
General Hammond had the entire SG-1 team, plus O'Neill's clone, in his office. O'Neill had been venting for the last fifteen minutes about the inadequacy of the Asgard, while everyone just listened. There was no point in stopping him, or trying to reason, so they just waited.
When he was done he looked at the group. "Well?" He demanded. No one knew what he wanted them to say.
Daniel spoke up first, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe, uh, Thor can explain."
"I can't believe that instead of curing you they accelerated your growth." Carter commented, looking at Duplicate O'Neill.
"Those stupid little gray aliens!" O'Neill shouted.
"Carter, contact the Asgard. In the meantime, lets make Jon comfortable." General Hammond ordered.
The gang left his office and he sighed. Two O'Neill's, again. Would any of them survive it?
In the mess hall Daniel was talking to the other O'Neill. "It hasn't been very long since you've been here."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, uh, we call you Jon?" Daniel asked.
O'Neill put his food down next to Daniel. "Clever by the way, taking my first name and a variation of my last." O'Neill said, sitting down. He was annoyed. Very annoyed. At everyone. Thor. Carter. This guy. Even Daniel for making friends with the guy. What annoyed him the most was the looks 'Jon' was receiving from the women.
Daniel picked up on O'Neill's foul mood and tried to lighten his spirits by telling him some 'funny' story from Abydos, but O'Neill was having none of it. He just scowled into his food. Giving up on him, Daniel turned back to Jon. "How are you feeling?"
Jon shook his head. "Like I'm fifty."
O'Neill shot him a death look. "Maybe you should get the doc to check you out." Good idea. Subject the guy to tests. Brilliant. O'Neill hid his smile at his geniusness by taking a bite out of his roll. If he hated tests, then so would, Jon.
"I will accompany you." Teal'c said, joining the group. He had been ordered to watch the clone by the general, at least until they knew for sure that he was the clone.
Jon stood and allowed himself to be lead to the infirmary. He hated tests, but chances were good that he would not get out of them, so he might as well get them over with. Jon smiled when he saw Carter, talking to her friend, Dr. Janet Frasier. "I'm to be a science experiment." He told Carter when he walked in.
Dr. Frasier looked up and held her breath for a moment. Carter was right, he was handsome. "I will try to make these tests as painless as possible."
Jon flashed her a smile. "I know. You've always tried to be gentle." Dr. Frasier smiled at the compliment, and ignored the uneasy feeling in her stomach. O'Neill didn't say stuff like that, he didn't smile like that, but this wasn't O'Neill. This was Jon Niles, who, after the age of fifteen had lived a different life then O'Neill.
After an hour of tests and questions, Jon was free to go. Carter walked him to the guests quarters, relieving Teal'c for a while. "Thor hasn't contacted us yet, but we won't quit until we get some answers." She reassured him.
Jon nodded. "I didn't get to finish my dinner, and I'm sure you haven't had any, so would you like to catch a bite to eat with me?"
Carter shyly smiled. "You don't mean literally, do you?"
Jon laughed. "No, not unless you want to go fishing?"
"Uh, no." She smiled again. His eyes were so warm when they were looking at her. "Sure, dinner sounds nice." She answered his original question. "Just let me get ready."
"An hour ok?" Carter nodded, then headed to the showers.
Author's Note: Dr. Frasier is still the SGC's doctor, 'cause it's just easier to write that.
General Hammond had the entire SG-1 team, plus O'Neill's clone, in his office. O'Neill had been venting for the last fifteen minutes about the inadequacy of the Asgard, while everyone just listened. There was no point in stopping him, or trying to reason, so they just waited.
When he was done he looked at the group. "Well?" He demanded. No one knew what he wanted them to say.
Daniel spoke up first, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe, uh, Thor can explain."
"I can't believe that instead of curing you they accelerated your growth." Carter commented, looking at Duplicate O'Neill.
"Those stupid little gray aliens!" O'Neill shouted.
"Carter, contact the Asgard. In the meantime, lets make Jon comfortable." General Hammond ordered.
The gang left his office and he sighed. Two O'Neill's, again. Would any of them survive it?
In the mess hall Daniel was talking to the other O'Neill. "It hasn't been very long since you've been here."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, uh, we call you Jon?" Daniel asked.
O'Neill put his food down next to Daniel. "Clever by the way, taking my first name and a variation of my last." O'Neill said, sitting down. He was annoyed. Very annoyed. At everyone. Thor. Carter. This guy. Even Daniel for making friends with the guy. What annoyed him the most was the looks 'Jon' was receiving from the women.
Daniel picked up on O'Neill's foul mood and tried to lighten his spirits by telling him some 'funny' story from Abydos, but O'Neill was having none of it. He just scowled into his food. Giving up on him, Daniel turned back to Jon. "How are you feeling?"
Jon shook his head. "Like I'm fifty."
O'Neill shot him a death look. "Maybe you should get the doc to check you out." Good idea. Subject the guy to tests. Brilliant. O'Neill hid his smile at his geniusness by taking a bite out of his roll. If he hated tests, then so would, Jon.
"I will accompany you." Teal'c said, joining the group. He had been ordered to watch the clone by the general, at least until they knew for sure that he was the clone.
Jon stood and allowed himself to be lead to the infirmary. He hated tests, but chances were good that he would not get out of them, so he might as well get them over with. Jon smiled when he saw Carter, talking to her friend, Dr. Janet Frasier. "I'm to be a science experiment." He told Carter when he walked in.
Dr. Frasier looked up and held her breath for a moment. Carter was right, he was handsome. "I will try to make these tests as painless as possible."
Jon flashed her a smile. "I know. You've always tried to be gentle." Dr. Frasier smiled at the compliment, and ignored the uneasy feeling in her stomach. O'Neill didn't say stuff like that, he didn't smile like that, but this wasn't O'Neill. This was Jon Niles, who, after the age of fifteen had lived a different life then O'Neill.
After an hour of tests and questions, Jon was free to go. Carter walked him to the guests quarters, relieving Teal'c for a while. "Thor hasn't contacted us yet, but we won't quit until we get some answers." She reassured him.
Jon nodded. "I didn't get to finish my dinner, and I'm sure you haven't had any, so would you like to catch a bite to eat with me?"
Carter shyly smiled. "You don't mean literally, do you?"
Jon laughed. "No, not unless you want to go fishing?"
"Uh, no." She smiled again. His eyes were so warm when they were looking at her. "Sure, dinner sounds nice." She answered his original question. "Just let me get ready."
"An hour ok?" Carter nodded, then headed to the showers.
