Ali stared at her ancient ceiling and sighed. Since her conversation with Sam and Jack before supper, she couldn't think of anything but Jonathan O'Neal. That sounded way to familiar. Ali got out of bed crept as quietly as she could down the stairs to the library. The entire room was lined ceiling to floor with bookshelves, and they still had books sitting in piles around the room. Where did we put the photo albums from Jacks house? Aha! Ali bent down in one of the corners and pulled out the large brown book. Carefully she opened the album, Jack had told her she could look through them whenever she wanted, but to be careful because the binding was coming undone. Slowly she turned the pages filled with pictures of Jacks parents and she could only assume his grandparents. As she turned the pages, her gut tightened even more. There, staring at her with that same debonair smile and cocky confidence.

"Oh god." Alison felt sick to her stomach. She was dating Jacks son! He had another son? How could he lie to her like that? Did Sam know? Of course she couldn't know, Sam was far to smart to marry someone who would abandon his child. Steadily her rage built until it had no choice but to boil over. Her aunt needed to know what kind of man she was with. Ali carried the album with her as she barged into their room and threw it on the liar himself.

Jack was abruptly woken form his peaceful slumber, when he heard pounding footstep close in on the bedroom door. When the door swung open and hit the wall, Jack kept still, ready to strike of the attacker made a move. Instead of being attacked, Jack felt something very hard land on him. Instantaneously he and Sam shot up in their bed, ready to fight back. Neither of them was prepared to find Ali standing at the end of their bed.

"Alison, what on earth are you doing?" Sam shrieked.

"He's a liar Sam!" Ali accused as she pointed her finger at Jack. "He has another son that he never told you about."

"I don't have another son Ali, you're mistaken." Jack tried to calmly explain to her.

"Then how do you explain the fact that my boyfriend looks EXACTLY the same as you do in those photos? Huh? Not to mention the fact that the kid is your namesake! You can't deny that he's yours! Yeah, you switched up his last name, but really. Jonathan O'Neal, son of Jonathan O'Neill! God! How could I be so stupid?" Ali was pacing as she ranted, and Sam had to use all of her self-control not to burst out laughing.

"Alison, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, we just aren't allowed to tell you yet." Sam told her slowly.

"Well, that's just perfect! First I get abducted by aliens and then I find out I sucked face with my step cousin." Ali started icking and ewing as she waved her hands about, and did a very interesting type of dance.

"Sucked face?" Jack asked, in his deadly calm tone. "What do you mean…'sucked face'?"

"You know, kissed, made out. Well, I don't think you could actually consider it making out because it was more like one long kiss, but the point of the matter is the he's going to be my cousin, and you, lied to all of us." Ali took a deep breath at the end of her rant, then stood there glaring at Jack. Reaching over to the nightstand, Jack turned on the lamp so he could se Ali better.

"Ali, please shut the door, I don't want your sister to wander down and hear any of this." Ali eyed him warily but still walked over to the door and gently pushed it shut, and walked back over to the foot of the bed, crossed her arms and stared him down again.

"Okay, spill. What is all this hullabaloo that you couldn't tell me?"

"I want you to understand that what I'm about to tell you can never be repeated to anyone, and if you do, you could wind up spending the rest of your life in Leavenworth but because everything you've been through I'm pretty damn sure you'll get clearance, so I think it'll be okay to answer three questions. So, choose wisely." Jack couldn't help throwing the cliché.

"Okay. Who is Jonathan O'Neal?" Ali still wasn't so sure if she wanted to know, but she had to.

"Three years ago I was abducted by a rogue Asgard, and he cloned me. The clone didn't mature like it was supposed to, resulting in Jon. The government gave him a new identity, and so he continues to live his new life." Ali's eyes grew wide as saucers as she stood there, gaping at her aunt and uncle.

"You mean to tell me, that I've spent the last few weeks crushing on… on… YOU! ... I think I'm going to be sick." Ali's eyes rolled into the back of her head just before she dropped to the floor, and with in a second, both Jack and Sam were at her side.

"Ali, can you hear me baby. Open your eyes Alison." Jack waited and slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at him, her gaze still unfocused and hazy. When she remembered what they had been talking about, Ali launched her self up off of the floor and moved as far away from Jack as she could. Moving to one of the corners, Ali slid down the wall until she was seated on the floor, and began to cry.

"Alison, it's okay, just calm down sweetheart." Sam slowly walked over to her niece, only to be halted when Alison held her hand up.

"Just give me some time to think this out okay. It's a lot to wrap my head around right now." Sam and Jack just sat there waiting until Alison was able to calm down more.

"So, what you're saying is, that Jon is you. He just has a younger body?" Jack sighed deeply.

"For the most part, yes he is me. But he's also very different. He's spent the past three years learning how not to be Jack O'Neill. I haven't spoken to him since he decided to go to high school, so I can't tell you how successful he's been at ignoring everything that's happened the past few decades." Ali dropped her head back down onto her knees. This was all too confusing.

"God, this sucks." Ali felt a pair of arms wrap around her; slowly Ali lifted her head and looked into her aunt's eyes. "What am I supposed to do now? I don't know if I can look at him without seeing Jack. This is just too weird."

"I can't tell you what to do Ali, that's something you have to figure out on your own." Ali glared at her aunt for a moment.

"Come on, you're a super genius, can't you give a little hint?" She pleaded, and Sam chuckled, and laid a kiss atop her niece's hair.

"I'm afraid not. I didn't figure this whole relationship thing out until recently, so I'm not much help." Ali huffed a sigh.

"Well, at least I have until Monday to figure out what I want to do." Ali looked back to jack who was standing at the other side of the room, making sure to give her plenty of room. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you guys like that. I know you didn't sign up to deal with irrational, hormonal teenager." Jack walked over and sat on down next to Ali, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"It's all good. My son was taken from me before I got to live through this… and now I get to do it three times! I never thought I would have a family again. So don't worry bout what we did, or didn't sign up for, 'cause we'll take you how ever you come." Ali smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"You said I got three questions, right?" Ali asked, looking at Jack. He nodded silently and waited for her query.

"What is the Stargate?" Sam and Jack exchanged a tired look over Alison's head, and Jack took a deep breath.

"Well……………"