Title: Getting to Know You: Epilogue

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Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: The Broca Divide, mention of Alias

Summary: Charlie and Nathan wonder whether it would be worth getting into a fight again…

Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.


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~ Getting to Know You: Epilogue ~

Copyright © 2004, Ruth


"How did it start?" Nathan asked, "I forgot, but I assume that you're going to blame me."

"Totally," Charlie agreed, "It was all you. I was just trying to defend myself."

"Hmm…and my Uncle is a lap dancer from Florida."

"I didn't know you had an uncle," Charlie replied, deadpan.

"Well, one minute I was walking down the corridor, minding my own business, and then you were shouting your mouth off at me."

"No, that's what happened to me. You just started grunting in an aggressive manner."

"Yeah, whatever, O'Neill."

"Oh, I forgot - the grunting is normal, isn't it?" Charlie replied, earning himself a punch in the arm.

"Well, I guess that your stupidity runs in the family," Nathan countered, "Almost getting us killed on Tollana by jumping around in front of the gate!"

"Getting us killed? Really?" Charlie replied hotly, "You, my friend, are the one who dialled the gate in the first place, then got his own father to knock me out!"

"Ok, first, O'Neill - I did not get my father to knock you out, and second - if I hadn't dialled that gate, we would never have found our parents!"



"You betcha."

"Got it."

"So…what do you think they're doing right now?"

"What do you think?"

"Ew. That's just too gross."

"I know. I mean, he's old enough to be her father, man!"

"Hey! Are you calling my dad old?" Charlie asked.

"Uh…yeah!" Nathan smirked, "He's what? 50?"

"Something like that," Charlie murmured, "But what difference does it make to you? You're not the one having sex with him."

"EW!" Nathan shouted, covering his ears, "Don't say that!"

"What else could they possibly be doing?" Charlie taunted, "I bet they're doing it right now."

"Yeah, well - it just doesn't sound right to talk about it."

"Hmm. You have a point."

"I know. It's just wrong on so many levels," Nathan agreed.

"What I want to know is…" Charlie said, trying to word his question carefully, "Why would a smart, beautiful woman like your mom go for a ginger nutcase like your dad?"

"H…" Nathan had been reaching over to punch Charlie, but he stopped and sat back down. "Come to think of it," he said, "That is a good question. It's not the kind of thing I could ask her, though."

"Fine, then I'll do it," Charlie grinned.

"No!" Nathan hissed, "You can't! She's my mom!"

"And if this gets any further, she'll be mine too!" Charlie said, seriously.

"I hadn't really thought of that either," Nathan admitted. "We'd have to move in together."

"In the same house?"

"In the same room?"

"No! No, my dad would let us have separate rooms," Charlie said, defiantly.

"Good. I'm not sharing my living space with a genetic cul-de-sac." Nathan retorted.

Charlie smirked for a minute, and then worked out what Nathan had just called him.


"Sorry, it just had to be done. Do you want to go and watch Alias?"



One Alias episode later…

"You know, we just had the best week of our lives!" Charlie laughed.

"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "And it was all because…"

"We got into a fight." Charlie finished.

"Do you reckon?.."

"Nah. Even if the principal fell for it again, our parents wouldn't."

"Well, I'm more than happy to try breaking your nose again."

"What do you mean, TRY? You did, twice!"

"Sorry. The pleasure made me forget. Did I say pleasure? I meant guilt!"

"Sure ya did. I think that anything's worth a try."

"Okay, so…we have to fight. Now."



"You betcha."

"Go on then."

"No. You first."

"Oh. No, you."

"Oh, for crying out loud!"


"What do you think they're doing right now?" Jack asked softly.

"I would guess that they're watching Alias," Sam said, looking at her watch.

"Charlie keeps mentioning that. I didn't know that Nathan liked it too."

"No. No, neither did I."

"Well, it's all that they seem to do. When they're not fighting, that is."

"You don't think…?"

"Think what?"

"Well, think that they might try and do it again?"

"Nah. Even if their principal fell for it again, we wouldn't. We know their game now."

"Still, if there's even a fraction of a chance…"

"Maybe we should get back. Check that they haven't already started."

"Good thinking."


"Come on! Hit me! You've never had a problem with it before!"

"Yeah, just give me a minute. I will fight you."



"You betcha."

"You gonna do it, or what?"

"Yeah, I'm just taking my time."

"Sure ya are."




Some time later…

"We're not gonna do this, are we?"

"No, I guess not."

"Well, that's it, brother!"

"Don't call me that."

"What, brother? We practically are."

"Shut up."





"HEY! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Jack shouted.

"D'oh!" Charlie and Nathan shouted simultaneously.


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