4/?

Jon opened the door when Carter lightly tapped it. He looked handsome in civilian clothes, black slacks, and a blue turtleneck. He probably raided Daniel's closet, Sam thought. His brown eyes searched out her blue ones and he instantly knew something was wrong. "Sam? What is it?"

She was near tears, but she was fighting them, desperately trying to gain control of her emotions. O'Neill's confrontation had shook her, and she was having trouble regaining her composure. Deciding not to burden Jon with her problems, she gave him a brave smile. "Nothing." She shook her head to further emphasize that nothing was wrong.

Jon gave her a disapproving look. "I know that's not true Sam."

It was unsettling to hear him use her name instead of Carter. She was oddly comforted when the colonel called her Carter. His nickname for her in a way. And to hear this guy, this clone of O'Neill's calling her by her first name, it was the beginning of her unraveling. "Its nothing Jon." She said again.

He was unconvinced and offered her to come in. She did, relishing the chair he had pointed to while he got her some water. She was barely able to stand there in the doorway, her nerves so shook up. When Jon handed her the water she took a sip and placed it on the table next to the chair. Jon sat on the bed and looked at her. Carter looked into his eyes and saw concern. Those were the same eyes that stared back at her at briefings when she was rambling. The same ones that told her a million things that words couldn't say. She knew those eyes very well. Jon was letting her have some time, and for that she was grateful. She didn't trust herself to speak at the moment.

After a few long moments of silence Jon's stomach growled and he smiled an apology at her. Carter smiled and looked at the clock. 8:30. "We should go." She said quietly.

Jon watched her as she stood and prepared to leave. He could tell that her heart wasn't into going out. Something had bothered her. "Let's stay in." He suggested, and she was more then willing to agree. "I'll be right back then." He said as he went to the kitchen to get some food for them both.

Carter looked around the room. Of course Jon wouldn't have decorated, he'd only been there a few hours. There were a few books that he must have brought with him. A fishing book, a hockey book, and a juggling book. Curious, Carter began to read the juggling book. Since when had the colonel been interested in juggling? Then she remembered, this wasn't the colonel. A deep feeling of sadness seemed to wash over her. This guy wasn't Colonel Jack O'Neill. He was just a clone who had a few memories that were the same as O'Neill's. He didn't even look that much like O'Neill. Ok, he looked a lot like the colonel. Carter remembered seeing old photos of her CO, and if she'd have thought about it when she'd first met Jon, she would have known who he was. But as it was, this guy wasn't the colonel that she knew. The one that she grew to need in her life more then she cared to admit.

This wasn't the colonel that she loved.

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Daniel groaned as he helped O'Neill into his car. He knew better then to let Jack drive to the bar, so they'd left his truck as the SGC. With another grunt Jack was in the passenger seat. Daniel buckled him in and drove to his house. He'd have to take Jack in in the morning anyway, so this would just be easier. In his driveway Daniel looked at Jack, who was sleeping next to him. This was not going to be fun. Where was Teal'c when you needed him?

Daniel woke Jack, who just stared at him. "We have to go inside Jack."

"Where are we?"

"Home. Well, my home anyway." Daniel said as he helped Jack out of the car. With a few heaves and a ho Daniel managed to get Jack to his couch, where he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the cushion. Jack was not going to be fun in the morning.

Daniel went to his room to change, then turned on his computer. His e-mail box was full, as it had been days since he'd checked it. Most of it was spam, so those were deleted quickly enough, leaving only three messages for him to read. One was a joke from Sam, and then a joke from Janet, and even Jack had sent him a joke. Daniel laughed at the irony of it. He wasn't the one who needed the cheering up.