Title: Duplicated
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack O’Neill, Duplicate O’Neill.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: Tin Man.
Summary: Jack’s duplicate is identical to him in every way.
Written For: Challenge 441: Amnesty 73 at
fan_flashworks, using Challenge 15: Double.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
This, talking to himself, talking WITH himself, is not in any way normal. Jack finds it hard to look at his other self, because it’s not the same as looking in a mirror, where the image is basically reversed. This is another of him, a duplicate, a doppelganger, visually identical in every way. Well, except for the… wound on his other self’s cheek. Without that, and the outfit the other O’Neill is wearing, it would be impossible to tell them apart.
They sound the same, use the same inflections, the same tried and tested phraseology when they speak. They stand the same, walk the same, make the same gestures, react the same way. Hell, they even think the same, to the point that Jack’s double knows exactly what’s going on in his head, so there’s no point denying that he was considering, just for a moment, sending a bomb through the gate to destroy the team’s alternate selves along with the entire complex. It’s a matter of security.
Can’t do it though. Wouldn’t that amount to killing himself and murdering the rest of SG-1? Not to mention destroying what’s left of a whole civilisation… Daniel would never stand for that, and when he gets annoyed about something, he gets stubborn, and LOUD. Seriously. Ear defenders required.
Besides, if he can’t trust himself to keep his word, who can he trust? The other O’Neill has already promised to bury the gate after Jack and his team return to earth. That should take care of any security issues.
The whole situation’s weird, creepy, and just downright wrong on oh so many levels, but Jack still feels kinda bad for the other him, having to stay here, knowing he can never go home. He wouldn’t want to be in his other self’s boots.
The End