Chapter 4
Two pairs of similar brown eyes met.
"Tell me something of her."
One eyebrow rose mockingly. "You don't ask questions? Why I couldn't control myself and went after her or did she go after me?"
A scoff.
"You forget to whom you are talking, John.
You wouldn't have risked ruining her career for a fling. So, tell me of her, or of your plans or were you see yourself in 5 or 10 years. Just give me something."
The younger thought about that for a moment.
"Had you asked me before I met Patty and only knew Ms Keener I would have said I saw myself at the SGC in a SG Team or even offworld.
But with Patty… I imagine children, Jack. A house, a few children, a 9 to 5 job. You know, the normality you never really had. I can imagine that with her."
Jack didn't say anything directly. While he enjoyed his job and was proud of what he did and accomplished there was a part him that wanted this anonymous normality. Even when he was married to Sara and Charlie was still alive he didn't have that, he was Special Ops. A few happy moments with his family in between danger and duty.
He was never the type of father who could go to all the little league games or be home for dinner or read Charlie a story. When he was home he was Sara's husband and Charlie's daddy and did all that but it was just a short time before they would send him to some other country the majority of Americans didn't even know existed.
"You know you don't have to go to the academy. And you certainly don't have to be on a SG team."
He knew that permanent SG team members with functioning family life were rare, the divorce rate in Cheyenne Mountain very high compared to other bases. It wasn't surprising with this job.
But John would want to go to the SGC. He wouldn't be able to stop himself, disregarding all the changes in his life, John was still the clone of Jack O'Neill.
"You know, there are people in the mountain with 9 to 5 jobs."
Yes, there were the scientists. Most of them had regular hours, depending on the department and their offworld status.
And John certainly had the necessary brain matter to go this route; Jack had even managed to get his degrees during his time in Special Ops. He finished writing his PhD while on sick leave.
John saw the look of Jack, lost in memories. "You know, my children will be happy to have an Uncle Jack to spoil them."
Jack didn't say thanks, but John didn't need to hear it. He knew what it meant to Jack, to know he was family and would be part of a family, even if it was as an uncle.
Yes, at the start of John's existence they had agreed not to keep in contact but in reality that hadn't really worked.
The more they both lived their own life and differed, the better their strange relationship went.
They didn't see themselves as the same person anymore. And they weren't. John was a person with the majority of Jack O'Neill's memories who made his own decisions.
Perhaps it didn't sound like much to others, but for a clone, a copy of another it was completely different.
All this didn't answer the immediate problems. What would John do now?
"Will you to back to school?"
A tired sigh. He wouldn't go back to High School. It had been one thing at the start of his existence, when he didn't have any idea what he would do.
He had lived with being the oddity: the rounded all purpose student, athletic, great grades, funny, friendly to the geeks and losers and with more knowledge than most teachers.
It wouldn't bring him anything to extend the experience. That didn't mean he wouldn't miss his chess or Latin club. Or playing hockey.
To go back would only mean even more oddity,
"I just sit my SATs and am done with it."
No surprise there.
Perhaps it was time to talk to Patty.
AN: I have no idea what job Patty will get, so it would be great if you told me what she could do. Thanks
