"Mr O'Neill!" Miss Girardi smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could tell me my grade please? I'm really stressing over it!" Johnny asked, looking at the pile of papers infront of her. His was on the top of the unmarked pile. He'd worked hard on this assignment, but he was sure he'd failed. He never was any good with Shakespeare.

"Okay. Have a seat, I'll mark it now," she agreed, motioning to his desk in the front row. He nodded and sat down, taking a folder out of his bag and making a start on his homework. A few minutes later, she stood up and handed the paper to him. "Very good."

"Really?" He frowned.

"B."

"Yes! Thanks," he exclaimed, putting his stuff away. He stood up and headed for the door.

"No problem. Tell your girlfriend I want to see her about hers at some point. She didn't do quite so well," The teacher said, taking the next paper from the pile and starting to mark it.

"Abby? We're not really..." He paused. "Yeah, I'll tell her...what did she get?"

"I can't tell you. Sorry."

"Okay. Thanks Miss," He said.

"You're trying out for the basketball team tomorrow?" Girardi asked. She seemed to know everything.

"Yep."

"Good luck, Mr O'Neill," she said warmly. Johnny left the classroom and turned the corner, headed for the library. He saw Abby talking to another guy, a little further down the hall. He watched from a distance.

His relationship with Abby They had been on a couple of dates, but they weren't going out. He had planned to ask her that weekend, but, it looked like someone had beaten him to it.

Once the guy was gone, MJ jogged up to her, "Hey AJ."

"Johnny, hey," She smiled. "How did you do on your test?"

"B plus," he replied. "Girardi wants to talk to you, I don't think you did so well. Sorry."

"It's okay, I didn't really put much effort in to it," she shrugged. "Are you okay?"

"Who was that guy?" He wondered, smoothing back his brown-blond hair. It was one of several habits he had.

"Shawn. My ex," AJ replied casually, as they walked along. "His parents throw these massive parties, and he's expected to bring a girl."

"So he asked you?" Johnny's face dropped.

"Yeah, we go to about six a year," She nodded. "So, are you still thinking of joining the basketball team?"

"Yep," he nodded. "I'm headed for jock land."

"No!" She exclaimed, laughing. "Let's forget the library. We should go to the mall instead."

"Okay."

While they were at the mall, Abby decided it was time they talked about their relationship. She treated him to a smoothie – he'd tried to pay, but she'd insisted, and then they'd sat down in the booth in the corner. "MJ, listen, I think we need to talk."

"Sure, what about?" He asked as he slurped his smoothie. "Mmm."

"Us," she said simply, sitting back in her seat.

"Oh," he nodded, nearly choking on his smoothie. He sensed that this wasn't good. "What about us?"

"Well, you know I was talking to Shawn, and...he wants us to try again. But I said I needed to talk to you. I mean, I feel really, really close to you. You are a really great friend, and I enjoyed going out with you and everything. But I think I need to be with Shawn, give it another go," She told him, with a sigh. "I'm really sorry. I hope we can still be friends though?"

Johnny looked down at the table, and then nodded. "Yeah, best friends. That won't change."

"Good," She smiled. "Thank you for being so cool."

"Just the way I am," he shrugged. "I think I'm gonna go home. Are you okay to walk home by yourself?"

"Yeah, sure," she replied, sadly. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Bye."

The next day, Johnny was accepted on to the basketball team. He was very happy, and, it had taken his mind off of Abby.

Gracie Maher, his second best friend, was there to congratulate him. She jogged up and flung her arms around him. "Hey, you made it!" She squealed. He pulled back, and squinted. She realised her long blonde hair had made contact with his eye, and tied it in to a very neat bun. "So sorry!"

"S'ok. Yep," he sighed. "I made it."

"I'm sorry about AJ," Gracie told him, "I think she made a mistake. You're such a lot cooler than Shawn."

"Thanks," he said, a hand still placed on her arm. "Want to hang at my place tonight? There's a great movie on at 7."

"Sure thing. I'll bring the chips," She nodded eagerly. "See you at about 6?"

That week the pair spent several nights hanging out at his place, listening to music or watching movies. Johnny was soon forgetting all about his old life at the SGC. Occasionally he'd wonder what Sam was doing, what the Other Him was doing, and how many times Teal'C had watched Star Wars now. (The count went up almost daily.) But most of the time, Abby, Gracie, school or the band occupied his thoughts.

The team's first basketball game was a week later and they won it easily. Johnny was becoming the 'hotness of hot' around the school, one of the most popular people there. Everyone had been congratulating him all week, and he had to say, it was nice. Everyone was always talking about him, patting him on the back. All the girls were asking him out, or wanting to. Everyone was amazed at how warm and how modest he was.

The game after that was going to be a tough one though, and everyone knew it. Widow's Vale High School were an awesome team, and extremely hard to beat.

The night before the game, Circling the Drain had a rehearsal at AJ's house. It was a little akward between AJ and MJ, but they were doing all right. Gracie tagged along with them, deciding she had nothing better to do.

"I don't think Perfect is...well...perfect..." Johnny commented, as he took a sip of his soda during their break. "Sorry AJ, but...it isn't ready to be played. I know we were hoping it would be ready by the Shea's gig, but it isn't."

Gracie was sat on the couch in the far corner of the room, watching silently. She nodded in agreement.

There was a pause, and the other band members made sure they didn't look at Abby. They were expecting her to blow at any second, and they didn't want to be caught in the explosion. To their surprise, she agreed. "You're right. It needs some changes made. How about we go with Because I Love You?"

"I don't know...." He began, scratching his head.

"What's Because I Love You?" Gracie piped up, frowning.

"Johnny wrote it," Abby explained, taking a seat on her favourite beanbag chair. "It's really good, he sang it to me the other day."

"You can sing and write, too? Talk about multi talented," Kodie laughed. She turned to Abby, and added, "If you're with Shawn, can I have him? He's freakin perfect."

He looked down at the floor, slightly embarrased, and then scratched his head again. "Uhh...I don't know about Because. I mean, the gig isn't that far away...and plus, I kind of just wrote it, for me. I never expected it to be a band song. It's very personal."

"I know it's a personal song, MJ, but it's also a beautiful one. And we're still friends, right?" She said quietly. "I know it's about us..."

"Actually," he began. How could he put this delicately? Sorry, AJ, but I didn't write this love song about you. It's about a woman I spent seven years lusting after. "It's about Sam."

"Sam?"

"Yeah...a girl...from back home..." he nodded, feeling really lousy all of a ," Abby nodded, forcing herself to smile. "I shouldn't have assumed...I mean, you've not been here long. Listen, I think it's wonderful, but if you don't want us to play it, we don't have to. Its your call."

"Okay. Why don't we try it?" He agreed, after taking a minute to think. "We'll try it. But if there's someone who doesn't like it – which is cool with me – then we'll play Kodie's new one. Deal?"

"Deal."

Cassandra Frasier gasped and ran over to the body lying in the road. She pushed through the crowd, which included the driver that had run him over, and knelt down beside him. "Oh my god!" She scanned the crowd, and picked out her friend Paige. "Paige, go get my mom, now!"

"ABBY!" Gracie yelled for the zillionth time, as she ran down the hall towards her friend. "ABBY!"

"What?" AJ asked, checking her make up in the small mirror, before closing her locker. She turned to face her friend.

Gracie's eyes were an angry red, and she looked as white as a sheet. "Oh God, Ab..."

"What? What is it?"

"It's...MJ. He was run over on his way to school," she replied grimly. "I wondered why he wasn't here, I just thought he was sick. But Cassandra just called me on my cell during break. She'd found him, and her Mom is a Doctor...she stayed with him as they took him to the hospital and stuff."

"No..." Abby cried, "no."

"The worst thing is...I don't know where he is," She sniffed. "Her mother is a army doctor. He's probably at an army hospital. I'm not sure we'll be able to see him. She said she couldn't tell me."

"Okay, let's get out of here," Abby decided, picking her messenger bag off of the floor. "We'll call Cassy and see if she can tell us where he is...or at least how he's doing."

Jack O'Neill looked up and watched as his second in command, Major Sam Carter, entered the Briefing Room. "Carter, what are you doing here?" He asked, before the General had even noticed her.

Carter nodded to O'Neill and the General. "Excuse me, sirs. I'm sorry to interrupt, but the Duplicate of Colonel O'Neill was hit by a car today," she explained. "He's in the infirmary. Doctor Frasier thought it was best that he was brought here."

"I see," Hammond said. "Colonel, you're dismissed. We can finish this meeting later."

"Thanks sir," O'Neill said as he stood. He saluted casually, and then followed Carter out of the room. "How am I?"

"Your clone is in severe condition," She replied with a small sigh. "Cassandra found him on her way to school this morning. She fetched Janet and they brought him here."

"Is he going to die?" He asked, as they entered the elevator. The doors closed and he pressed the button.

"We're not sure yet, sir," She admitted. "I'm sorry."

"Hmm...how come you knew before me?" He frowned. "How are you doing?"

"Better, thanks," she nodded. "Much better. I was just getting my wound checked again. And I had some light bleeding, so..."

"Is it all nasty?"

"It's not nice. But it's not too bad," she shrugged. The elevator stopped and two SFs got in. "Nothing I can't handle."

"How is Cassandra holding up? Finding me splattered all over the road can't be nice..." He asked, causing the soldiers to look at him oddly. "Oh come on, you've heard weirder in this place."

The soldiers nodded, and shrugged, then turned back to face the front of the elevator.

"I think she's okay. She hasn't figured out that he's your double. Apparently, she thinks he's a normal 15 year old. A very cute one," Sam smiled. "So she's just worried about him."

"Ah..." He sighed, scratching his head. "This is going to be very strange."

"It is," Sam agreed. The two SFs moved out of the way as the lift doors opened. Carter and O'Neill walked out on to the Infirmary level and continued down the hall. As they reached the threshold of the infirmary, they could hear Janet yelling orders to her staff, as they ran around the infirmary, fetching things.

"This does not look good..."