The next morning finds the 8th Doctor opening the door of his TARDIS as the Immortal Doctor steps out of his across the aisle from him. The 8th Doctor blinks as he sees corridors branching off of the control room over the Doctor's shoulder before the door shuts.

“Any idea where the girls are?”

“I don't know about Greta, but Josette's probably still asleep, she is not a morning person.” the 8th Doctor chuckles, remembering the mornings he or one of the others would finally go to Josette's room to find her still asleep, grumbling about being woke up in the middle of the fucking night when the ray had finally wore off and they could understand her.

“During our road trip, we learned not to schedule anything much before 10 am to give Josette time to get up and put her brain in gear.” the 9th Doctor says, coming down the aisle from the interior of the bus. The fourth Doctor nods as he exits his TARDIS, the others who have regenerated catching sight of white walls and the old control room before the door shuts. Immortal Doctor is stunned and the fourth Doctor smiles and opens the door, the other man looking through the door until somebody places a gentle hand on his back and pushes him inside. The younger man, and they all feel like he's their kid brother even though he's their age, or older in the case of the 4th Doctor, looks around the room in interest while the others smile.

“Ahh, the old white console room, I haven't seen this one in years.” the 9th Doctor sighs, patting a wall out of habit, hearing the TARDIS purr in his mind. “I miss it some days, but I don't miss the old controls.”

“Are they as bad as the controls now, Doc?”

“Worse Jack worse, I was never sure where I was going to land with these old controls.”

9th Doctor Jack snorts. “That's not saying anything, we're never quite sure where we're going to land now.”

9th Doctor and his Jack bicker in the tone of an old married couple, the others can tell that neither man means what they're saying. A knock at the outside door of the bus has 9th Doctor breaking off the argument and walking out of the 4th Doctor's TARDIS. He smiles and operates the lever to open the door when he sees the Doctor and Jack from this universe, Dr. Stark and several men one of whom he recognizes as Greta's brother Daniel waiting outside.

Nathan looks over at the sound of the door opening with a hiss and sees the tall man in the leather jacket that seems to be the previous incarnation of the man standing beside him and they enter the bus, the Doctor shutting the door behind him.

“Where is Daniel?” Dr. Stark asks when they settle in seats in the front of the bus. Daniel blinks as he sees the three telephone boxes in the back of the bus and the men walking out of one, no way so many people could fit in a space that small.

“I can't hear him bitching. . .” a muffled female voice says as the back wall shimmers into a hallway and Greta walks out into the front of the bus, yawning and rubbing her eyes with her fists. “So he's probably either still asleep or sulking.” Eureka Jack O'Neill stares at her, or rather the long white rope following her a couple of inches off the floor. When she sits down, he sees it's a braid, how long is her hair he silently wonders seeing it looping in a plastic laundry basket at her feet.

“Why would Danny be sulking?” he asks automatically.

“Daniel's my older brother in our world, he found out Josette has a huge library back there,” she waves over her shoulder in the direction she had come. “And immediately sat down and started reading after we finished dinner last night. I told him not to stay up all night reading, not even Daniel can read that many books in one night. Around three this morning, I went to bed and he was still reading, I turned off the light in warning,” Jack O'Neill begins smirking as Daniel scowls, “Then pulled his chair away from the table, threw him over my shoulder and carried him to a room, then locked the door behind him telling him to get a shower and some sleep. It was supposed to open after six hours.”

“Greta,” A familiar voice bellows from the hallway.

“Ahh, speak of the devil and he will whine.” she mutters softly before raising her voice. “Get some food in you Daniel, and get your ass out here, you, Jack, and Mini-Jack from this universe are out here.”

“Ahfercryingoutloud,” Jack and his clone say in unison. “You mean I got cloned in your universe too?”

“Yup,” Greta smirks. “The family set you up a new identity once everybody stopped cussing and laughing.”

“Laughing?” Eureka's Daniel Jackson asks as . . .he blinks, Daniel Jackson walks from the back of the bus. Oh, he's used to being confronted by duplicates of himself, but they're usually created by the bad guys, evil, or both. While this one does seem to be a little upset, he's definitely not hostile.

Greta's Daniel settles into a seat by his sister. He looks at her, silently asking the question.

“We were talking about the family's reaction when Jack got cloned. John's Dad laughed.”

Greta's Daniel snorts, sipping from his cup of coffee. “Of course he laughed, he gets off on chaos. And a teenage Jack O'Neill means chaos out the wazoo.”

“It could have been worse.” I saw with a yawn, coming down the hallway. “How?” Daniel asks.

“You could have been cloned instead.” I say. Jack O'Neill, General Jack O'Neill who's faced down Goual'd and laughed in the face of danger . . . whimpers. Greta cackles. “No, no, no, bad bad bad.”

“Could be even worse,” I say as I open the door, Sugar and Spice rubbing against me as they head through the open door to relieve themselves before trotting back inside the bus.

“How?” Mini-Jack whines. Greta and Daniel smirk, they know from the look on my face it's going to be good.

“What if House caught Loki's attention and the same thing happened.” This time everybody shudders. “Even he has to have learned from his mistakes, so when Gregory's clone turned out to be a teenager, he froze them both. You found them on his ship when you searched and it after being gone a week, he shows up at the hospital with his new-found teenage 'son'.”

Everybody from Eureka, Greta, and Daniel whimper. I cackle and pump my fist in the air. “Yes.” I shout and do a little happy dance in the steps before shutting the door behind me.

Meanwhile on the link back in their universe, Mini-Jack turns to look at Ares who's shaking his head.

“I bet he wouldn't have to go back to high school.”

“He would have the teachers up in arms by the end of the day, demanding hazard pay by the end of a week, and either quitting in droves or in a mental institution by a month.” Joxer snorts. “There, there, we won't let the alien mad scientist  clone Gregory.” he rubs a hand on Ares back as he buries his face in his husband's shirt.

Greta snorts at the beep of a new message. “Josette, Dad says torturing your family members is wrong.”

“Probably,” I agree with a smirk. “But it is fun.”

“Bad Josette, bad Josette.” Greta laughs as she whaps me on the head with the end of her braid.

“Speaking of tormenting family. . .” A new message appears on the screen. “Daniel,” Greta reads aloud. “Quit bitching about Greta pulling you out of the library last night, you know better than to get lost in books for 8 hours at a time.” She smirks and sticks her tongue out at Daniel who automatically makes a grabbing motion for it. “So sayeth Dad.” She smirks. “Besides, not even your genius brain can read twenty books at the same time.”

“And you'd better put all those books back where they belong.” I call over my shoulder as I walk up the stairs. “Come on slug, time to get dressed.” Greta gets up, the laundry basket with her hair floating ahead of her as she walks down the hallway. “Daniel, food means more than just coffee. I turned on the health parameters last night, or rather this morning, the door isn't going to open until you have some food in you.”

Daniel grumbles. “I hate those damn health parameters.” The others look at him. “Josette's diabetic, sometimes when she gets to doing something she forgets to eat or take her pills. The doors have a touchplate that will scan you through touch and tell you if your blood sugar is low.”

Greta looks at me as we reach our rooms. “You didn't tell him that the blue pad reshelves everything you put on it.”

I smirk. “Hell no. Why make it easy for him? If he knew that he could reshelve everything without doing more than put the books down on it, he'd have every book in the room out.”

Greta cackles and nods.

Daniel sighs and heads down the hall, the others following him automatically as he reaches the cafeteria. He dials up a meal and sits down, waving the others to do the same. Greta and I come in a few minutes later and do the same. We eat as the Eureka natives ask questions.

Daniel suddenly thinks of something and looks at me. “Josette, when you said there's fifteen others on the bus if I managed to go through every book in the library. Books?”

“I was wondering when you were going to think of that. Libraries.” I say in a smug voice. The fork falls out of Daniel's hand, clanging on the empty plate in front of him as he stares at me. “And that doesn't include the tv show and movies library or the tv shows and movies tie-in books library.”

Both Daniels whimper. “Jack, I'm going to need some hard drives and a scanner.” Eureka Daniel says.

Stark sighs. “We'll get you some from Global Dynamics.” he says. Daniel beams. “As long as we get copies of whatever books you scan.”

“And I get final say on what you copy.” I say, holding up my hand. “Some of these I don't want getting out, they're in the restricted section to borrow a Harry Potter 'ism.”

“Harry Potter?” the Eureka natives ask.

“You don't have the books or movies in your world?” Greta asks. “They're primarily kids books but they hit big in our world.”

“No,” Stark says, quickly checking his PDA. “Who's the author?”

“J.K. Rowling.” Greta says. He checks again. “Nothing by that author on the internet.”

“I'll show you the books.” I say before finishing my food.

Eureka Daniel whimpers when he steps into the library, staring up at the ten floors of books while our Daniel goes to the table and the books he'd been reading last night. Walking over to one shelf, I pull out a set of books and hand them to Nathan. “The Harry Potter books. It's a story about a kid who finds out he has magic and goes to a school in Scotland. They start at 11 and graduate at 18, each book covers a year of school.”

Nathan whimpers and shakes his head. “Allison isn't leaving the infirmary until tomorrow, Fargo can take care of anything that might happen today.” he says before sitting down and opening the first book.

Jack and the others shake their heads, mumbling 'Geeks' before they leave the library, heading to the seats in the front of the bus.