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"Damn it all!" Daniel paused, recognising the frustrated tone. Peeking around the corner, he saw Jack Jr cursing at the door that blocked his path.
"Need a hand, Jacky?" He asked the angry clone.
"Sure." He groaned, hobbling a bit. Noticing Daniel's worried looks he brushed it off as smoothly as his 'father'. "Just a broken toe, nothing to worry about."
Daniel stopped. "What? When did this happen?" He fretted.
Jack rolled his eyes. "A few hours ago when I kicked the fridge 'cause the damn General took all the damn beer and left a damn note in the damn fridge." He was clearly irritated. "I did see Janet about it, Daniel. It's all strapped up."
"Shouldn't you have crutches or something?"
"Yes, I probably should. But I don't, because I won't use them, and there aren't any in size tiny." He raised his eyebrows.
Daniel sighed. "Sorry, Jacky. I just...worry about you."
Jack laughed. "Thanks, Daniel." He smiled. "I've always worried about you too." Daniel's chuckle was cut off by a sly voice. "So what's this I hear about you being a dad?"
The archaeologist froze. "How do you know about that?" He whispered. "I haven't even told Jack yet!"
"So I'm one up on the old man?" The clone grinned. "Don't worry, Daniel. I won't steal your thunder. The secret's safe with me."
Daniel grinned weakly at his friend's 'son'. "Thanks, Jacky. I'll tell you about it later, alright?" Jack nodded. "I've got a meeting to get to."
"So do I, actually." Jack said proudly. "Undercover thing with the president."
Daniel was impressed. "What can you tell me?" He asked.
Jack frowned. "Not so sure." He said truthfully. "The General rang me up for a yay or nay, but the general outline is all I know. Haven't signed the confidentiality agreement yet, though, so to hell with it." He beckoned Daniel closer. "It's about wizards." He breathed into the man's ear. Daniel looked skeptical. "They're real, Daniel. The General told me himself." He said.
"You really trust him, don't you?" Daniel smiled.
Jack nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm still getting used to being a kid, but I can trust him because I, y'know sorta am him." He shrugged. "If he believes it, then I will too."
Daniel looked at him. "We need to have a proper talk sometime, Jacky." He said, wanting to help the boy through his issues.
Jack nodded. "I know, Daniel. I need to have it too." He walked off towards the meeting room.
Sitting on the chair, O'Neill swivelled while he waited for Jack to arrive. Hearing the door rattle and a muffled curse, O'Neill opened it. Scowling as he sat on the floor was his young clone. "Damn foot twisted." He muttered by way of explanation.
O'Neill nodded, helping the boy to a chair. "Mr President, this is my son Jack. Jack, the President."
The boy saluted from his sitting position. "Sir." He said formerly.
"At ease, soldier." The president smiled, casually returning the salute. "Now Jack, your father explained the purpose of this mission to you over the phone, and we have the files here if you want us to go over them with you."
"With all due respect, Mr President, there's no need." Jack said apologetically. "I've read through the files my father dropped off and I understand them as best that a Muggle can."
"Muggle?" The President asked.
"Non-wizard person." Jack said. "It was in the common vocabulary list. If I'm going undercover, I need to learn to speak like a wizard."
The President nodded, disarmed by this genius of a child. "Well then Jack, this is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Robert Brown, the American Minister of Magic."
Jack nodded. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Let's get started, shall we?" O'Neill asked.