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A/N: A reviewer asked why Sam and Jack didn't recognize Jon. Here's my take. Jon's DNA is not an exact replica of Jack's, as we were told in the episode, so in my thinking it would change his appearance a bit (that also follows with my story, as I don't want him to be like a twin to Jack). Also, I figured that if Jack didn't recognize himself as a boy, I don't have to write that he recognized himself from 20 years before. So anyway, to make this short, they didn't recognize Jon b/c I basically didn't want them to. Hehehe Thanks for the reviews!!!!!

O'Neill saw Carter as she was leaving her room to meet Jon at his. "Going out for the night?" He asked. She was probably going out with Janet. They both needed some down time, they worked too hard.

"Yes." Carter answered, avoiding O'Neill's eyes.

Sudden realization hit him like a brick. "You're going out with him." O'Neill said. She blushed and looked everywhere but at him. "I don't think it's such a good idea."

Her eyes darted to him. Was he concerned, or just jealous? Deciding it was the latter, Carter began to get defensive. "It's just dinner."

"We don't know about him yet." O'Neill declared.

"If I'm not safe with him, then I'm not safe with you."

"Carter, he might not even be my clone. Dr. Frasier hasn't gotten the results yet-"

"I just talked to her. It's him." She fixed him with a glare daring him to come up with something else. When he didn't say anything she sighed. "It's just dinner sir." She said again.

"Then why do you have a dress on?" This guy was beginning to piss him off.

Carter blushed slightly, but stood her ground. "Because it feels nice to have one on sometimes. To feel like a girl with a guy sometimes."

O'Neill looked her up and down. She did look beautiful. She made a wonderful woman. "I'd take you out if you'd want." He said, his voice quieter.

"It probably wouldn't be a good idea, sir." What was his problem anyway? She was going to be late and then Jon would think she wasn't coming, and then he'd search her out.

"Why him?"

She wasn't ready for this. O'Neill's questions were starting to unnerve her. Before she could stop herself she answered him truthfully. "Because he isn't you." And with that she turned and went to Jon's room, leaving O'Neill to watch her leave.

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An hour later O'Neill was at the local bar with Daniel. "What'd she mean by 'He isn't you?'" He asked, nursing his third beer.

Daniel was sitting next to him, doing his friendly duties. O'Neill had searched him out, practically ordering Daniel to join him at the bar. With the way the day had gone, Daniel figured he just needed to vent about Jon. For the first beer and a half he bitched about Jon, after that it was Carter this, Carter that. Daniel knew there were hidden feelings there before, but never did he think they were this extreme. Rubbing his eyes for the umpteenth time, Daniel said, "She probably just meant that he isn't like you, because of his new memories." It didn't matter what he'd have said, O'Neill wasn't listening to him.

"I'd have taken her out on the town." O'Neill said, finishing his beer.

"I know Jack." Daniel agreed.

"Do you think she hates me?"

Swallowing his sigh, Daniel prepared himself for a long night.