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Jack stared into the depths of his soda like it had all the answers. He seemed to be taking the news about the whole magic thing well enough. He didn't run from the room screaming at least, or go into some kind of stupor. Actually, after the initial shock he seemed to take the news almost too well, like he should have seen this coming. Maybe this wasn't his first supernatural encounter.
"You alright?" Spike asked, with perhaps a smidge of genuine concern.
The kid startled, like he'd forgotten Spike was there, but nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It's kinda a lot to take in, you know?"
"You seem to be taking this well." He phrased it more like a question, then the accusation he was actually making. A nervous chuckle gave him all the conformation he needed. Spike carefully worded the next part.
"What have you seen?" It came out gently. Spike leaned forward in the armchair and braced his elbows on his knees. He tried not to appear too eager when Jack briefly froze before covering it with a 'disarming' smile. What the kid couldn't cover was his skyrocketing pulse.
"Seen? What do you mean?" It sounded like genuine confusion. The kid was good. Spike was better.
"You are taking this too well. You have to 'ave seen something strange before or know someone who has. 'Sides," Spike locked his eyes on the brown eyes in front of his, "you have old eyes."
He leaned back again and let the kid war with himself."We think the Asgard took the real you and made a copy..."
"It was like magic." Didn't Carter always say that any advanced technology would appear to be magic to those less advanced?
Spike seemed considering. "So you just woke up one morning and you were a teenager again?" He summarized. "No idea how?"
Asgard cloning technology. Asgard beaming technology. "Nope. No idea." No idea how any of that stuff works.
"So what happened then?"
Jack decided to stick as close to the truth as possible without revealing any classified information. Anymore
classified information. As it was, he could be locked away in a small dark room if he was caught talking about this stuff. Maybe they would give him Harry's old room.
"I freaked. Tried to enter the military base where I was stationed and was caught. Managed to sneak my way out and went fishing."
Spike stared, then dryly remarked, "You broke out of a military base and went fishing."
"Yup." The word oozed with false enthusiasm. He continued in a normal tone of voice. "Found out later that the real—" he almost choked on the word, "the real me showed up a couple days later with no idea what happened. So I stayed away. They probably just wrote me off as a thief for taking the colonel's ID."
"And all this?" Spike waved a hand around to indicate the apartment.
"I know a guy." Jack answered mysteriously. It got him a raised eyebrow. Not as good as Teal'c, but passable.
"I'm a former black ops colonel. I have connections. And connections don't look all that close when you wave enough money in their face."
Spike was silent for a long time. "So, how old are you anyway?"
Jack could read the other man enough to know it was his way of accepting what he'd been told.
"It all depends on what you're asking. I have existed like this for six months, I am legally 15 years old, and I turned 51 last month." Jack stated matter-of-factly.
Spike snorted. "You're still just a kid."
"Okay, you were listening before, right? I'm 50 years old. Stop calling me kid." Jack was annoyed. This guy wasn't listening to a damn word he said.
"Oi, respect you're elders. You may be 50 but I still have at least a hundred years on you."
This was going to be a hell of a night. One thing was for sure, Jack was totally calling in to school sick tomorrow.