Note and Disclaimer: after a summer of RL, I'm back to writing. Ok, it's short, but at least it's something.
Drabble written by Lizardbeth for the Jack O'Neill 100 word Society. Stargate owned by MGM, etc.BIRTHDAY
What did it matter really? Just another birthday. Another candle on the cake. Another year gone by.
Another 52 weeks full of nothing but duty. Another 365 days of a silent house. Another 8760 hours without anyone waiting for him.
It mattered.
Alone in his kitchen, he stared into the cupcake's single candle flame. Friendship and duty were not enough. Not anymore. Not when he could feel the minutes of his life running past. He could no longer afford to sacrifice everything to the nebulous hope of 'someday'.
"Happy 50th, Jack. Time to get a life, don'tcha think?"
He did.