Author: gater101 )
Archive: My Site ), Helio, Jackfic,
Spoilers: Unnatural Selection, Prometheus
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the publicly recognised names, characters or places, un-bloomin'-fortunately!
And now…
Cookie Dough"O'Neill," Teal'c's deep voice echoed around the bridge of the Prometheus ship as he called Jack's name.
Jack swivelled in the overly comfortable captain's chair and looked jovially at the dark skinned, muscular Jaffa warrior who was now standing before him.
"Yes, Warf?" Jack joked, smiling. He had assigned each member of his team a name from a Star Trek series: he was Captain Chakoty (okay so he promoted Chakoty); Carter was Commander Troy (okay, so he promoted Diana too); Jonas was Doctor, the hologram from Voyager (talkative and a downright pain in the ass); Teal'c was without a doubt, Warf – loyal to a fault and pretty damn fine in the field.
Teal'c simply raised his eyebrow and did not question the sometimes eccentric leader of SG-1, Colonel Jack O'Neill.
"Jonas Quinn requires your assistance on level 5," Teal'c told him with a slight bow.
Jack groaned and propelled himself off the chair, grumbling and cursing the young Kelownan for disturbing his mental re-run of Star Trek series.
"What's he done now?" He asked as he moved to leave the bridge through the door to the right.
Teal'c did not answer.
As Jack reached level 5, he heard low groans emanating from behind one of the doors and he frowned.
"Jonas?" Jack knocked on several doors as he wandered down the corridor, trying not to worry about SG-1's newest member.
"Colonel?" He heard to a door on his right and he headed that way. "Where's Teal'c?"
Jack opened the door he heard the young voice coming from and found Jonas leaning over the toilet bowl looking decidedly… green.
"The son of a bitch…" Jack quietly cursed. "Little air-sick there Jonas?" He asked and moved in.
Jonas' reply was a dry retch into the bowl.
Jack winced, both in disgust and sympathy for the poor kid: he knew what dry retches felt like.
"I should've stopped on the cookie dough…" Jonas' voice echoed in the bowl and Jack smirked slightly.
"What number was that?" He asked as he sat down behind the brown haired boy, trying to keep the mocking tone from his voice.
Jonas groaned after another dry retch and turned his head to look at the Colonel: his eyes were watery and half-closed and there was some vomit on his chin. Jack looked away.
"I can't remember. But I had four or five after that…" his voice trailed off as he vomited some bile, only just managing to make the head turn so the sickly fluid made it into the bowl and not over Jack.
Jack cringed at the smell and looked about for the nearest escape or air-conditioning vent: he couldn't exactly stick his head out the window.
"Jonas… that is truly disgusting," he managed to complain, while attempting not to inhale the foul stench.
"I'm sorry, Colonel. Teal'c offered to get me some water, he should have been back by now…"
Jack's jaw muscles loosened as the realisation of what Teal'c had planned dawned on him.
Two could play at that game.
"I don't suppose you could…?" Jonas continued, not realised he was playing into Jack's hands.
Jack grinned and patted Jonas' shoulder as he stood up gaily.
"Sure thing, Jonas. Don't go far," he ordered sarcastically.
Jonas looked at him and tried to smile but was consumed by some more convulsions. Jack left the room and breathed in some fresh, recycled air. He headed towards engineering in search of Jonas' water, grinning maniacally as he did so.
"Oh, Carter!"
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