AN-Hello all. This not so little story came about after chatting to the amazing MelBellSG1. As pre usual, my muse started with one plan and ended up with this. It does end where I thought it would so it's all good. As I always say, let me know what you think by leaving a review, I love hearing what you all think. Now on with the story.
Jack looked at the cup in front of him. No matter how much he looked it didn't change. The cup and its contents stayed exactly the same. Why just why, did this have to happen to him. Just because he was no longer going all over the Galaxy, running around chasing bad guys, didn't mean he was just going to give up. He still exercised, passed his medicals, if only just. He kept in shape as best as he could given his busy schedule. He would only admit that he kept in better shape on the rare occasions The Hammond made it back to earth, and of course in the couple of weeks before she actually arrived.
He had a good reason too as well. When you hadn't seen your wife in sometimes months, you had to make the most of any time you had together. Whether that be shopping, playing squash, or lying naked in bed sweating profusely after having hard, fast, and mind-blowing sex with the most beautiful woman in the universe, and any other universe they found in his lifetime. Who was he kidding, he only tried to stay in shape for the hard and fast sex that still happened on occasions, especially after one or the other had just arrived back,
He could just picture her, lying beside him, nothing hiding her creamy white skin as the covers had long since been thrown to the floor. He could see the way the moonlight seeped through the tiny gaps in the blinds and formed long white lines across her exposed skin. He could smell the strawberries and vanilla of her shampoo as he buried his face against her neck and in her long brown hair.
He could still see the way her body jumped and flexed as his fingers ran up and down her body. The sounds she made as he entered in one quick, hard thrust, his need to be joined with her overwhelming.
This train of thought was not getting him anywhere. He had a meeting soon, and going in with a fairly obvious erection was definitely not on the agenda. Picking the cup up he swirled the contents around and took a sip. The drink was hotter than he expected, yet tasted just as unpleasant as he knew it would. He placed the cup back on the desk and reached down to move his pants into a better position. He needed to think fast, the meeting was in fifteen minutes.
Some system lords face swam across his vision as he tried to come up with something that would help him ease his now very uncomfortable hard on. He thought back over all the system loads he had either killed himself or at least had a hand in killing. As Ba'al filtered through, his hatred ramped up to a whole new level. After what Ba'al had put him through personally, as well both past and present members of SG- 1 he wasn't in the slightest bit sorry for the joy he had felt as his symbiont died, leaving only a shell of a man behind. He knew when he went and watched the extraction ceremony, he was doing it for one purpose and one alone, personal satisfaction. Even after he read the team's reports from when Sam thumped him, he got very little satisfaction out of it, he needed closer.
Shifting in his seat he noticed his pants were now fitting as they should, his libido stamped on by the thought of Ba'al. Now he knew how to last longer next time he was in bed. He picked the cup up again and took another drink, it was still vile, more so now it had started to cool. Looking at his watch he stood up and pulled his clothes right, he couldn't turn up looking he had just been flung through the Stargate backwards. When he was sure he was presentable, he looked back at the cup on his desk and gave it up as a bad job, he just couldn't drink it.
Walking out his office he was stopped by a member of the security team who informed him Colonel Young was here to speak to him. Striding down the corridor he met up with Young and his guard.
"I'll take it from here." Looking between Young and his guard.
The guard simply nodded his head and watched as he walked away with Young in tow.
"Everett, I'll have you know, I'm missing a national security briefing for this," Jack told Young as they walked into his office.
"Sorry about that sir." Young responded, not sounding in the slightest bit sorry at all.
"Well, if you'd ever been to a national security briefing you wouldn't say that." Taking a seat at his desk and looking at colonel Young as he stopped on the other side of the desk.
"What's up?" Knowing it had to be something important for the man to come all the way from Destiny to see him.
As Young started to explain why he was there Jack got the feeling he was in for a long speech. Holding his hand up he signalled for him stop and picked his phone up. After phoning and explains he couldn't make the briefing, he asked for drinks to be brought through for himself and Young. When the drinks arrived he took his and looked at the airmen bringing it before placing it on the desk. He caught the sorry look on the airmen's face as he looked from the cup to him. He also saw the 'more than my lives worth' look and fully understood it if he was honest. Resigning himself, he sat at his desk and pulled the cup over.
Young continued his explanation, Jack took the cup he had been brought and used picks up the small square of card dangling at the end of the thread. Lifting it up in the air, he slowly let the bag that was stuck on the end of the thread rise out the cup. He commented when needed on the situation with Rush, letting the bag hang in the air above the cup. Dropping the bag, string, and all, back into the cup, he picked it up and had a drink. He would never ever like it, no matter what fancy name it at, or what flavour it was supposed to be. When Everett was finishing and a plan was put in place, he left to set things in motion. Jack left the half full cup on his desk and continued setting the Earth side plans in motion.
Calling in Daniel for some help, he got Daniel to do surveillance on Rush. He managed to snap some pictures before Rush's cover was blown and they escaped in a cargo ship, with Rush in tow. They had a ship that had managed to slip past Earth's defence and stay undetected. That was very disturbing news.
Calling a meeting with Daniel when the pictures were printed, the three men decided n a course of action, well, Young and himself did.
After weighing up the options, they decided a trip to the Destiny was in order. He had got Sam to explain how the stones worked, several times and he still didn't get it. That was probably more to do with the fact that, when Sam explained, he didn't actually pay any attention, he was more focused on how hot and sexy she was when she got all animated about something geeky and nerdy. He had tried asking another scientist to explain, giving up after two minutes as he didn't understand a word.
When he materialised on the Destiny, or his mind did in some else's body it took him a few seconds to get his bearings. Looking himself up and down he stopped at the collar of the shirt.
"Corporal!" Looking at the rank insignia on the corner.
He had never really wanted the weight and responsibilities that stars brought, especially three of them. He definitely liked the money, and the extra benefits, but the location, paperwork, and endless meetings with everyone and anyone was a total downside. Yet now, looking at the collar, he missed seeing his stars. As everyone had told him, he worked hard and deserved them. He presumed the fact his body was covered in scars, his knees were shot, and he knew too much, also played a part in all them stars.
As he watched Everett Young do his job, he got a niggle of jealousy. He watched him question what he was classing as the prisoner and took in the mess of Telford. He had used the same treatment on more than one occasion, only when he deemed it really necessary of course. When Telford accused Young of having him held and beaten, Young jumped in and pointed out that he already knew since he had sanctioned it. He quickly pointed out he hadn't anything to do with the beating. When they realised Telford was not going to cough up any intel, Young pointed out he might as well return to Earth.
Within seconds he was back in the stone room, as it had been named. Nothing like stating the obvious when naming a place. Heading back to his office he stopped in and made himself a drink, he knew if he asked he wouldn't get what he really wanted. Taking it to his office, all he could do was wait. Wait and hope that whatever Everett Young did was enough to help them save not only Destiny but everyone on board.