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Song: 'Closing Time' by Greenday

This song has always held a special place in my heart. This was the song that was played as the 'walk out' music at my high school graduation. And since then I've never been able to listen to this song without get a little choked up inside. Even 3 years down the track.

This is the last chapter in my 'In the End' series, and I hope you all enjoyed it.

Special thanks to everyone who reviewed!


To the unknowing eye it just appeared to be some young airman, perhaps only at the SGC for 6 months. To those who had been a part of the program for 4 years or more, they might have guessed as to who this young man was. To those who had known Jack O'Neill since he first started, they knew without a doubt as to who this young man was, he had the same cocky grin, the same 'I refuse to stay flat' hair and the same warm brown eyes that knew a lot more than they would ever admit too.

Sam tilted her head to look up at Jack as he smiled down at her and nodded towards the table, still shrouded in darkness, but if one looked into it could see another 3 figures seated around it. She smiled back at him as the man on the stage as he cleared his throat nervously before he nodded at the airman and the music began to play.

Closing time, open all the doors
And let you out into the world
Closing time, turn all of the lights on
Over every boy and every girl
Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

The younger Jack O'Neill had the same crisp, clean voice as the older one, a voice that was older than it really should be in retrospect. For the people in the room, those that had not been around when Loki had cloned Jack, they were stunned as they realised who this man was, at first maybe a son…a close relative perhaps. But an exact replica? No, they never would have guessed that the man in the shadows was the young clone that had been dropped off at Colorado Springs High School all those years ago.

I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
Take me home

Closing time, time for you to go out
To the places you will be from
Closing time, this room won't be open
Till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time, every new beginning
Comes from some other beginning's end

I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
Take me home

Closing time, time for you to go out
To the places you will be from

I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
I know who I want to take me home,
Take me home

Closing time, every new beginning
Comes from some other beginnings end

The words faded, the music ended…the lights on the stage went out. The room did empty, all the teams hugged and gave one last 'hoorah' at what they had finally achieved, General's Hammond and Landry bade farewell, once again thanking everyone for the sacrifices that they had made in the name of their country…their planet and, yes at times their galaxy. And finally it was just SG-1 left in the room, both Vala and Mitchell looking from an older, wearied SG-1 to one full of youth and hope, but with a wisdom that came from living another life. The younger version of Jack was no longer shorter than his original, he had grown…filled out too, and could look him in the eye as he simply nodded and smiled, promising him that he would take just as a good a care of his team that the original had. And by the glittering ring on the younger Sam Carter's finger, the older Jack O'Neill knew that his clone had got his head out of his butt a lot sooner than he had.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.


Okay so I took a little bit of creative license in creating a cloned SG-1. But, I could never see them abandoning Jack to the terror that is High School alone. SG-1 through thick and thin...including Algebra!

Plus it made the song work a bit better.

The End...or The Beginning...

Now, onwards to Moebius BTCR! Hopefully the next installment will be up sometime this week. Not working much (doctor said I had to cut back since my back is acting up again...looks like I'm back to eating 2 minute noodles for dinner again) and no badminton so I've got lots of spare time to write this week!

Regards,

Aertyn