Fanfic # 17 Clone Justice by Ecarden(stargatexyoungjustice)

I have to admit I don't really know anything about star gate, but this is an interesting fanfic so far with a fun mc.

Synopsis: Superboy isn't the only clone on this team. But I'm sure the addition of a de-aged, cloned and transplanted Jack O'Neill won't change anything. Right?

Rated: M

words: 85k

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29500875/chapters/72475203

Here's the first chapter:

Captain Atom sat across the desk from Jesse Nelson. The older woman wasn't military, but her position within the Department of Defense was quite high. It had to be, for her job as handler of the crazy. Which also made her his official point of contact with the DOD and unofficial therapist. Given her usually unflappable nature, it said something about the situation that she was wearing a shocked expression and her mouth was hanging open.

"You're going to catch flies."

Her mouth snapped shut, but she ignored the feeble attempt at humor. "The Justice League decided to put together a covert team to investigate matters off the books…entirely made up of children?"

"I actually have no idea how old any of them are, but—"

"I mean, as far as deniability goes that's great. Anyone would believe a bunch of kids would run off and do something crazy without orders. At least anyone with kids. But as far as efficiency, not to mention morality goes...What the hell are they thinking?"

Atom shrugged. "Mostly that their sidekicks wanted this. Usual growing-pains type stuff. Plus, they do actually have skills and we definitely need additional intelligence gathering capability. Relying entirely on what Batman can gather in between his day job and his night job is simply not effective."

"You know there are laws against using child soldiers."

"They're hardly soldiers. And if they were, it's as much a problem if they're punching people in the face with their mentors as without them." He could see her preparing to respond and held up a hand. "I agree with you. I almost lost my temper when Batman asked if I had anyone to recommend for this team. I'm doing my best to get them support and therapy. Lots of therapy."

He saw an unhealthy spark in her eye. "Anyone to recommend?"

Desperately shaking his head, he tried to cut off the idea before it could take root. "No way. They're not going to take an adult. So unless you know a special forces captain who can pass for fifteen, there's no way."

"Nooo…" he relaxed. Too soon. "Not a captain."

Colonel Jack "Jon" O'Neill (ret) twisted slightly. The black body-armor was tight, but didn't bind. "This is going to need to be adjusted. I'm going to get quite a bit taller and more muscular."

The engineer doing the fitting was unimpressed by this prediction, despite its absolute honesty. Her look was quite withering. He ignored that with the ease of long years of experience playing dumb.

"Can this be painted?" he asked tapping the surprisingly soft material.

That got some confusion. "Why would you want to do that?"

"As has been said, by a famous author you've never heard of," he paused for a moment, mourning an entire universe which lacked a Terry Pratchett, then continued, "black is only really a sensible camouflage in a dark cellar at midnight. So, can I paint it depending on where we're going?"

"Sure…" she now looked at him like he was crazy. He was used to that as well. "Or you could use the camo overlays in the case."

He glanced down and shrugged. "Oh. Okay."

Assistant Deputy Director Nelson's aide bustled in at that point to deliver another round of briefing materials for Jack. Despite his best efforts, this DOD was just as opposed to video briefings as the old one, so it was a gigantic stack of paper.

All on kid superheroes. Okay, not all. There was also a big stack on the adult superheroes.

Still. Superheroes. If Charlie knew he was working with—

His mind screeched sideways away from that well worn rut and he buried himself in paperwork as the engineer finished working on the suit fitting. "You'll have to come back for major adjustments, but this should work. I've got the 'zat' set up to your right bracer. Heads up, physical laws are different here. It'll deliver a less-lethal shock every time. No second-shot kills and definitely no vaporization."

"Understood," and he did understand. It was also why the arrangement between the realities did not include Superman coming to the original earth's defense. Back home the man was just another person.

"The other bracer," she fit it over the armor on his forearm, "is based on the," a glance at the note, "'kull warrior' weapon. It will fire a large number of plasma bolts all at once. Only fire it at something you want to kill, or someone with a very high level of superhuman toughness and make sure your gloves are on, or you'll burn your hand very badly."

"Ya, sure, you betcha. And the reason I can't just have a gun? Or many guns?"

"It's a hero thing," the aide explained.

"Which also explains the mask, right?"

"Right."

He held up the domino mask. "Does it come with glue, or a little string, or do I just have to scrunch my face up real hard to hold it in place?"

The engineer and the aide looked at each other. He was used to that too.

"I…actually don't know how it stays on," the aide admitted. "But they all—"

"And you do know that it's quite literally impossible for anyone in this universe to recognize me?"

That one she did have an answer for. "Which will only be true until you begin showing your face around."

"Right, but this will fall off. If I have to wear a mask, is there something wrong with a balaclava? Or a gas mask? At least that would be sort of useful." He recognized a moment too late that his traditional complaining was leading him towards a situation where he had to wear a gas mask in the field. He hated wearing a gas mask.

Before he could move along, the engineer piped up, volunteering to get him a gas mask.

"What about explosives? Grenades? C4?"

"Flashbangs and smoke grenades."

"Oh, for cryin' out loud. Do I at least get a knife? Or am I stuck trying to use a spork?"

"You can have a knife."

"That's something anyway."

The engineer came back with a gas mask. It was better than the one's he'd used in the past. Which meant it only really sucked, instead of really sucking. She clearly knew that too as she was giving him a nasty smile. In his defense, he'd been no more than standardly obnoxious/charming to her, but it came off rather differently without his old body and then his new one had had a rather unfortunate physical reaction to her proximity. She was clearly choosing to be amused by it, but being fifteen again really sucked.