Defeated
By: Estelle
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Genre: Drama
Warning: None
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Thank you Anny for offering your help even though we've only just "met" :D
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Summary: Surrounded. No escape, no retreat.
*~*~*~*~*
He was surrounded.
The enemies were all around him. There was no escape, no safe haven to retreat to.
Jack's heart tightened painfully in his chest. This was it. There would be no rescue, no
talking his way out the situation, and no miracles. And it was all his fault. Why hadn't
he listened to Carter? She had advised him not to make that move, but did he listen?
Nooo... He had to do it his way, and now it was going to cost him. His team had trusted
him and he had let them down. Jack let out an anguished cry and buried his face in his hands.
Sam watched her commanding officer sadly. It was too late for regrets now. She was
upset that he had chosen to ignore her warnings, but she would never undermine his
decision for she had vowed to stick by his side till the end. Reaching out her hand, Sam
rested it tentatively on the colonel's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, a gesture
to show that she did not blame him.
Jack head snapped up at the touch, his sorrowful eyes catching those of his 2IC. "I'm sorry, Sam... "
He turned away from her, unable to face her any longer. "God... I'm so sorry..." His words
were filled with emotion.
A deep growl directed his attention to his warrior brother. Teal'c stood stiffly beside him,
a deep frown marring his usually stoic face.
"Ahh… Teal'c," Jack started to say, but was interrupted before he could continue.
"The enemy is skillful, O'Neill, but you fought well. You were brave to take on such an opponent.
Your courage will be remembered." The Jaffa dipped his head slightly, which O'Neill returned in kind.
Finally, Jack turned his gaze upon Daniel.
"Daniel…" the colonel hesitated, not able to find the words he needed to express his emotions.
"Jack…"
The archeologist moved his hand and deposited a black object in front of his best friend.
And then he grinned.
"Checkmate!" he shouted triumphantly, letting out a loud whoop.
Jack glared at the young man who was practically bouncing in his chair in front of him.
"All right Daniel, name your poison."
"The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, special extended edition!" Daniel exclaimed excitedly as he jumped to
his feet, pushing away from the table. "I'll bring the beer! See you bright and early tomorrow morning!"
And with that, he was gone.
"Oh! For crying out loud! That's almost 10 hours!" Jack dropped his head on the table with a loud
thud, making Sam wince.
"Uhh… actually, Sir, it's almost 12 hours. Ten hours is the standard edition…" Sam corrected her CO
and grimaced at the pained look on his face as he lifted his head to meet her eyes.
"Thank you for the information, Carter." The words were stern, but humor shone brightly behind his
deep brown eyes. "If I have to sit through 10 hours, another extra 2 won't kill me."
Jack's grin broke the tension in the room and he stood, shoving his chair back. "Well, it's late and
we better go get some sleep if we want to survive Daniel's torture tomorrow."
Turning off the lights, the three remaining members of SG-1 filed out of Jack's office but, before the
door closed, a single question hung in the darkened room.
"Who is The Lord of the Rings?"
- END -