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applecameronSpoilers for Fragile Balance, Tin Man, Meridian, 100 Days, and Pilot/Stargate SG-1 (movie).
"4 Times Jack Left His Life Behind, and One Time He Didn't"
5. "Fuck," he moaned one morning, looking at his overly young face in a mirror. Jailbait. Which was worse, to know what great sex was like but not have anyone to have it with, or to be a "real" teen, and only speculate? Crap. Crappity, crap, crap, crap. He was a real teen. Again. Fuck you, Colonel Jack O'Neill with two "l's". Fuck me.
Fuck me twice.
4. "Goddammit, Daniel." Danny had a piece of his arm missing. The curse was purely reflex at this point, there not being much that they could do to themselves with their robot bodies. Android. Synthetic. Same diff. "Get your servos shaking and let's hustle." The gate back to P3X-989 and Harlan was waiting.
3. Janet touched his arm, drawing him out of his corridor reverie, away from the paper in his hand. Her face was serious and she waited until she had his full attention.
Daniel was gone, turned into a glowing whatsit and ascended or some such. A little too Sunday School for Jack's taste, all that.
"Janet."
"You'll regret it, if you go."
He looked at the resignation letter, folded and refolded and tossed out and gone back for at least twice. Oh, God.
He handed it to her, finally. Croaked, "you rip it."
They watched together as she folded and tore with immense seriousness, his desolation turning to little bits of confetti drifting down between their bodies, just as Daniel had drifted up.
2. He could smell the change almost, the scent of the outdoors of another planet on his flesh, replacing the under-the-Mountain mushroom essence. His old clothes were gone, fatigues replaced by homespun. And there was her. Laira, with her warmth and understanding. Understanding too much.
Jack fished, and tried not to think that he might be rescued.
1. Charlie was gone. Charlie was gone. Charlie was gone. When his country called, it was a relief.
"4 Times Jack Left His Life Behind, and One Time He Didn't"
5. "Fuck," he moaned one morning, looking at his overly young face in a mirror. Jailbait. Which was worse, to know what great sex was like but not have anyone to have it with, or to be a "real" teen, and only speculate? Crap. Crappity, crap, crap, crap. He was a real teen. Again. Fuck you, Colonel Jack O'Neill with two "l's". Fuck me.
Fuck me twice.
4. "Goddammit, Daniel." Danny had a piece of his arm missing. The curse was purely reflex at this point, there not being much that they could do to themselves with their robot bodies. Android. Synthetic. Same diff. "Get your servos shaking and let's hustle." The gate back to P3X-989 and Harlan was waiting.
3. Janet touched his arm, drawing him out of his corridor reverie, away from the paper in his hand. Her face was serious and she waited until she had his full attention.
Daniel was gone, turned into a glowing whatsit and ascended or some such. A little too Sunday School for Jack's taste, all that.
"Janet."
"You'll regret it, if you go."
He looked at the resignation letter, folded and refolded and tossed out and gone back for at least twice. Oh, God.
He handed it to her, finally. Croaked, "you rip it."
They watched together as she folded and tore with immense seriousness, his desolation turning to little bits of confetti drifting down between their bodies, just as Daniel had drifted up.
2. He could smell the change almost, the scent of the outdoors of another planet on his flesh, replacing the under-the-Mountain mushroom essence. His old clothes were gone, fatigues replaced by homespun. And there was her. Laira, with her warmth and understanding. Understanding too much.
Jack fished, and tried not to think that he might be rescued.
1. Charlie was gone. Charlie was gone. Charlie was gone. When his country called, it was a relief.