Title: Ouch!
Author: Amanda
Email: amanda_is_wacky@yahoo.co.uk
Status: Complete
Category: Humour
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Season: Any
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: None.
File Size: 23kb
Archive: My site (), Jackfic, Heliopolis. Anywhere else, just ask.
Summary: Jack's in pain.
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of
Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret
Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment
purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted
elsewhere without the consent of the author.
Author's Note: This is just a very short fic, which came to me today on the bus home from school, whilst I'm writing my longer one. And I did this in the middle of my history essay... Be warned, it's my first attempt at humour, so don't blame me if it sucks!
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He was used to feeling pain. He'd survived mission after mission, both here on Earth and off-world. He'd been shot at, stabbed, had bones broken, been bruised, scratched, cut, zatted, held in the grip of a Goa'uld's hand device. And he didn't think he'd ever felt so much pain.
Ever.
Not once in his life.
"Doooc! Please hurry up will you!"
And, dammit, Fraiser just wasn't being quick enough in sorting him out. He needed pain meds, he needed an operation, he needed bandages, plasters. Heck, he needed something. *anything*.
"Goddamit, Doc. I'm dying over here. What is taking you so long?"
He knew he was practically growling at the poor woman. But it wasn't his fault! He was in *pain*. And he didn't know how long he could put up with it.
Why did all the bad stuff have to happen to him? Had he done something so wrong in his life that he was still paying for it? Heck, no - maybe it was something he'd done majorly wrong in a past life and he had bad karma. Some other him had done something bad, and know *he* was still having to pay for it. yeah! That must be it!
Jack O'Neill was no fool. He knew a cursed man when he saw one. and living as one made it even clearer. Wherever he went, pain was sure to follow. And there was no truth to being able to leave his problems behind if he got far enough away. If he went through the Gate, then Pain was sure to come along for the ride too. Half way across the bloomin' galaxy. Heck, better make that universe.
"Doc. Janet. *please*. Just. just sort me out here."
Okay, so now he'd started whining. But, honest to God, he couldn't help it. It hurt. Sure, a Colonel in the United States Air Force was not meant to whine. But there was no written rule about it. It's not like he'd get court-martialled for it. And, as he'd said, it hurt like hell.
No, scrap that. It hurt like hell at *least* a thousand times over.
"I think I'm gonna pass out if I don't get seen to soon, Doc."
So he'd moved on to threats now. But how else was he meant to get that little Napoleonic Power Monger to hurry up and get her ass over here.
Wait, here she comes. And what is that she's carrying in her hand? Bet it's a honking big needle. Or a scalpel for that operation.
Okie dokie. it's a pair of tweezers. That'll do.
"Sir, will you *please* stop complaining! It's only a splinter."
Author: Amanda
Email: amanda_is_wacky@yahoo.co.uk
Status: Complete
Category: Humour
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Season: Any
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: None.
File Size: 23kb
Archive: My site (), Jackfic, Heliopolis. Anywhere else, just ask.
Summary: Jack's in pain.
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of
Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret
Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment
purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted
elsewhere without the consent of the author.
Author's Note: This is just a very short fic, which came to me today on the bus home from school, whilst I'm writing my longer one. And I did this in the middle of my history essay... Be warned, it's my first attempt at humour, so don't blame me if it sucks!
===============================================
He was used to feeling pain. He'd survived mission after mission, both here on Earth and off-world. He'd been shot at, stabbed, had bones broken, been bruised, scratched, cut, zatted, held in the grip of a Goa'uld's hand device. And he didn't think he'd ever felt so much pain.
Ever.
Not once in his life.
"Doooc! Please hurry up will you!"
And, dammit, Fraiser just wasn't being quick enough in sorting him out. He needed pain meds, he needed an operation, he needed bandages, plasters. Heck, he needed something. *anything*.
"Goddamit, Doc. I'm dying over here. What is taking you so long?"
He knew he was practically growling at the poor woman. But it wasn't his fault! He was in *pain*. And he didn't know how long he could put up with it.
Why did all the bad stuff have to happen to him? Had he done something so wrong in his life that he was still paying for it? Heck, no - maybe it was something he'd done majorly wrong in a past life and he had bad karma. Some other him had done something bad, and know *he* was still having to pay for it. yeah! That must be it!
Jack O'Neill was no fool. He knew a cursed man when he saw one. and living as one made it even clearer. Wherever he went, pain was sure to follow. And there was no truth to being able to leave his problems behind if he got far enough away. If he went through the Gate, then Pain was sure to come along for the ride too. Half way across the bloomin' galaxy. Heck, better make that universe.
"Doc. Janet. *please*. Just. just sort me out here."
Okay, so now he'd started whining. But, honest to God, he couldn't help it. It hurt. Sure, a Colonel in the United States Air Force was not meant to whine. But there was no written rule about it. It's not like he'd get court-martialled for it. And, as he'd said, it hurt like hell.
No, scrap that. It hurt like hell at *least* a thousand times over.
"I think I'm gonna pass out if I don't get seen to soon, Doc."
So he'd moved on to threats now. But how else was he meant to get that little Napoleonic Power Monger to hurry up and get her ass over here.
Wait, here she comes. And what is that she's carrying in her hand? Bet it's a honking big needle. Or a scalpel for that operation.
Okie dokie. it's a pair of tweezers. That'll do.
"Sir, will you *please* stop complaining! It's only a splinter."