Author Notes: Sleep would be good, but I'm too hyper. Robert Brown is a name I made up for the American Minister of Magic, because American wizards aren't mentioned in canon. Or if they are, I didn't realise.

Dumbledore and Brown were amused by how much the boy was like his father. Not only did he resemble him, but even his speech and mannerisms were the same. He obviously idolises his father. Brown thought. No wonder he believed in magic by a simple phone call from him.

Jack was fascinated by how the Minister of Magic had healed his broken toe with a spell. "I need to learn that one." He grinned.

"Jack has a habit of injuring himself." O'Neill smiled. "What's the record?"

"Forty-three days, sir." He answered instantly.

"Without needing a visit to the medical center." O'Neill smiled. "I was the same at his age."

"And I'll be the same at yours, sir." The boy replied, grinning at his father.

Yes. Dumbledore thought. This boy is the right one to send to Harry. Intelligent, quick-witted, fit, and in possession of a decent sense of humour.

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Returning to their apartment, O'Neill kept his word, pouring half a can of beer into a glass and passing the can to Jack. "We need it." He said.

Jack nodded. They sat on the couch drinking their beer in silence. "I'll be leaving soon for England." Jack said.

O'Neill nodded. "I know." He sighed. "I need to ask you, kiddo." Jack raised an eyebrow. "We need to-" A sigh. "Damn it, I'm no good at this thing."

Jack nodded. "Yeah, we do need to." He knew what the General was trying to say. We need to talk.

"How are you?" How are you adjusting to being a clone?

Jack chewed his lip. "It's pretty weird. Especially at the SGC." He sighed. "Looking at the guy I used to see in the mirror standing in front of me. Seeing Teal'c treat me like a child. Having the guy I thought of as a little brother turn into a big brother. Seeing Carter..." He sighed, setting the empty can down.

"Here, kid." O'Neill pressed his still-half-full glass of beer into Jack's hands. "Half for the magic. Half for the talk."

Jack nodded, feeling the beer loosen his tongue and make it easier to say what he needed to. "I can see how she looks at you, General." He murmured. "I think that's the hardest. Not just losing what I had, but seeing you keep it." He felt the tears start to run. "I really hate this sometimes."

"I'm sorry." O'Neill said, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Sometimes I wish I could forget, so I could just be a normal kid." He sobbed.

"Everything?" O'Neill asked. "What about when the moons rose on P3-whatever, the blue one."

Jack smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. "That was an amazing mission." He agreed. "But it's not my mission. Everything belongs to you, even my DNA." He sighed. "I've got nothing."

O'Neill awkwardly wrapped his arms around the boy. "You've got me." He said. "And you'll steal my beer, so I guess that's yours too."

Jack laughed, and scrubbed at the tear-tracks on his face. "Sorry I got upset." He murmured.

O'Neill shook his head. "Get as upset as you need." He said firmly. "I don't know what you're going through until you tell me, kiddo."

Jack smiled, clearly very drunk. O'Neill wondered if he would remember it the next morning. "I like that."

"Like what, kiddo?"

"You calling me kiddo." He murmured. "I like it. I like Mini-me too."

"Doesn't it make you feel worse?"

Jack shook his head. "No. You're just teasing like I would. I'm okay with that."

O'Neill smiled. "The first anniversary of you existing is coming up. What do you want to do for it?"

"Big party." Jack mumbled. "Real big one, with Teal'c and Daniel and Sam and you."

"Do you want it for your birthday?"

"I dunno."

"We'll get you to bed. We'll talk in the morning."

"Mmmkay."

As O'Neill lifted the drunk and sleepy child and carried him to his room, he smiled. He enjoyed having Jack around, and wouldn't change it for the world. "Good night, Jacky."

"G'night pops." He murmured, making O'Neill smile.