Authors Note - 12 May 2006:
Some portions of this story have been rewritten for my own benefit. What has been rewritten has no real impact on the plot, so it's not necessary for anyone to reread the story. Essentially, I've decided that there will be no 'ship in this story. The original challenge that was responsible for this story requested a Dawn/Jack romance, however, I'm not comfortable writing this. Fragile Existence is not a Jack/Dawn love story, but a Jack/Dawn friendship story (though there is a little crush from Dawn, it's completely one sided. I mean, we all know Jack won't see her as anything but a kid.) So, the parts I've changed reflect this more clearly. ~ * ~ * ~Disclaimer:
I own nothing. Buffy and Angel people belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, Showtime/Viacom. Rating:
BTVS – to Lessons then it is AU. No First Evil at all – disregard everything in the show after Lessons. I’m pretending it never happened. For SG-1 – Season 7 Fragile Balance. Timeline:
I’m going to pretend the Buffy/Stargate timelines are parallel so what happens in Season 7 of Stargate happened at the same time as season 7 in Buffy. This fic takes place a year after Lessons and almost a year after Fragile Balance. If you get confused, the full timeline of this fic will be placed on my list in the ‘Files’ section (in a few days) with the other timelines for my Stargate epics and series. A/N:
The idea of this fic was not mine. I haven’t seen Fragile Balance, one of the members of my list suggested this idea and I decided to take it up. Thank you, Marleen. I give her all the credit for the premise of this story. There is no pairing in this fic.
There will be a little bit of one sided romance but nothing more.Please note
– the sixteen year old clone will go by Jack, the real version will go by O’Neill. Feedback:
Yes, please. Especially for this fic, I’ve never done a Dawn fic before so I’m more than a little nervous about it. Summary:
A clean slate opens up a whole new existence for Jack. ~ * ~ * ~
He was getting too old for this.
Oh wait, no he wasn’t.
Jack O’Neill pushed past his friend as the door to the principal’s office slammed shut behind him. These were the times when he hated being sixteen again. Christ, who was he kidding? He hated being sixteen again full stop.
He hated this entire freaking existence.
“Jack, man, what happened? Are you suspended again?”
Problem with being sixteen again, you were surrounded by sixteen year olds which only led to trouble.
He was a forty-seven year old man trapped in the body of a sixteen-year old. And, for the record, it was NOTHING like the Disney movies made it out to be. Of course, at the end of those REALLY corny movies the guy got his old life back and everything was oh so much better.
Not this time though.
Jack was STUCK.
No more Stargate, no more friends, nothing. God, Jack really HATED the Asgard. Ok, maybe not Thor, but Loki? Jack would just love to get his hands on that little SOB. He sometimes wished the other him, the REAL him, had let him die.
Not the most pleasant thought but being sixteen again wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Technically, he wasn’t really sixteen again. He had NEVER been sixteen, or even thirteen, for that matter. He was a clone. Yep, he wasn’t even really human but he had the memories and knowledge of the man he had been cloned from.
Colonel Jack O’Neill.
O’Neill had the life most people dreamed of. He was a pilot in the USAF and he worked for a classified project called the Stargate Program. For the last eight years, seven when he had been cloned, O’Neill traveled to alien planets on a regular basis through a device called the Stargate. The SGC, Stargate Command, was his life. Not only did O’Neill love his work, but also his friends.
He had it all, except a family, but it was a damn good life.
COLONEL O’Neill had a good life. Jack O’Neill, or according to Denver High School, Jack Peters, well, he didn’t have a good life. Everything he cared about was miles away locked up in a mountain, close but so freaking far away.
Oh for crying out loud, he was sprouting clichés now!
Did he say how much he HATED the Asgard?
This was ALL their fault.
Loki, the Asgard on his most hated list, had abducted O’Neill and Jack had been sent down in O’Neill’s place. A clone - sent to fill the void so Loki could study the Air Force Colonel. A clone in every sense of the word except he was fifteen because of some damn DNA thing he wasn’t even going try to understand. It didn’t matter anyway, the end result was still the same.
He was a clone and when O’Neill was returned they fixed him and released him into the wild. Gave him clean slate. Only problem was, to Jack, he WAS Colonel Jack O’Neill. He had his memories and his mannerisms.
Everything except his life.
To his comrades, he was a duplicate.
A full year he had been living like this and he was going insane. Seriously, he was. It probably wouldn’t be so difficult if he didn’t have all of O’Neill’s memories, hell, no memories at all would be better than this. But because he knew what he knew, sitting in Math class was a little hard to get used to.
Damn it all. He had all this knowledge, he knew so damn much but he couldn’t do anything with it. Yeah, it was great having this fresh start but after a while he realised he had made a mistake. It seemed like a good idea when the Air Force offered him a new life. The thought of starting over, not screwing up the same way he had before, living without responsibility.
The lure of it was too tempting.
It was every person’s wish.
Life had been pretty good at the start. It was different. The pressure was gone; he had so many options open to him. This was a second chance for him to live his life. He could grow up, get married, have kids – do whatever he wanted.
He wouldn’t die an old retired Air Force Colonel in Minnesota who had bad knees. His body wouldn’t go through the same abuse and punishment O’Neill’s had and… well, he knew better. He had insight other kids wouldn’t have.
It sounded like the chance of a lifetime.
It WAS. Until the novelty wore off.
The first few weeks at school had been great, maybe the first few months. He was the top of his class; popular with the girls. He had the dream life of a teenager. Then he started missing his friends. Jack couldn’t count how many times he’d start to ring Daniel, Carter, or Teal’c.
He missed his life.
Jack had changed his mind, he didn’t want this. He wanted to fly, to go through the gate. God damn it! See! See what being stuck in a kid’s body did to him!
It made him whine like one.
He did have reason to whine, however. He was having a REALLY bad day and it was only going to get worse when the Air Force found out. That was another little perk to the new life. This life he had here, in Denver, was courtesy of the USAF and he didn’t doubt for one second that they weren’t keeping tabs on him.
They weren’t trailing him or anything, Jack had done a little surveillance to make sure, but they were checking in on him from time to time.
Making sure he didn’t get into too much trouble.
Guess they should have checked a little more often.
As of five minutes ago, Jack Peters was kicked out of Denver High School.
If Jack didn’t already know he was going to the Academy, when he graduated, this would have freaked him out. Now it just pissed him off.
“Come on, Jack, talk to me. What did – ”
“I’m out,” Jack told his friend, Mike, as he headed towards his locker.
“Out?” Mike repeated. “When you say out, you mean…”
Jack sighed. “Expelled.”
For giving the school’s quarterback a black eye for hitting on an unwilling girl. A black eye and a concussion, but the bastard had it coming.
Which, of course, the principal didn’t take into account.
Especially since this was the forth time he had been called in for fighting.
The principal was a little curious as to how Jack managed to get one over a guy two years older and bigger than him but Jack refused to say. Special Ops training really came in handy in High School. Didn’t matter how big the kids were; if you timed it right you could kick ass.
He idly wondered if the General was going to hear about this. Jack guessed they were the ones keeping a tab on him, at least he hoped they were. He would like to think that even though he was a clone, and he wasn’t their O’Neill, that they still watched his six.
Hey, it made him feel better thinking they did.
Jack emptied the contents of his locker into his bag and hurled the door shut. What pissed him off more than the expulsion, was the fact that the principal waited until AFTER classes were over to tell him. Jack just sat through an extremely boring day of classes for nothing.
At least tomorrow he might get a visit from someone in blue.
It wouldn’t take them long to find out. Jack was giving them a day or two, maybe a week if things were busy. Then he’d have to explain what happened and either enroll in another school or go to another state.
Yet again another advantage of being a teenager.
“So what are you going to do?” Mike asked as they walked through the doors of the school. “Do you think your Dad will call the school and try to get you back in?”
Jack shrugged. “He might.” If he actually had a father. As far as the world was concerned his father was in the Air Force and he was nothing more than a military brat.
Mike shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re so calm about this. Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the Academy? Applications start this year, they’re not going to accept you if you’re – ”
He actually didn’t have to apply. Part of the ‘new life’ set up by the Air Force included him joining as soon as he finished school. So he really didn’t have anything to worry about. “Mike?” Jack looked at his friend when he realised he had gone silent.
Mike was staring at something behind him.
Jack followed his line of sight until he saw what he was staring at.
Not what, but who he was staring at.
Guess it didn’t take them that long to find out after all.