Home by Gater101

Jonas slept restlessly throughout the duration of his first week back on Kelowna. He didn't know the reason for it; when he was back on Earth he found sleep to be a simple inconvenience that took over him at roughly eleven P.M. each night.

On Kelowna, however, he found it miraculously difficult. He had tried each remedy he had encountered on Earth: warm milk, hearbal tea, counting sheep (though he never actually saw an Earth sheep to be able to count one, but he tried), even going for a jog. None of it worked. None. And he was becoming increasingly frustrated.

It wasn't until one day, when he was sitting behind a desk in one of the Kelownan government offices studying a piece of old paper that he had encountered years before, that it finally hit him.

He simply wasn't as tired any more.

Life in the SGC had always been hectic. If he wasn't running away from/chasing an insane army of Jaffa, he was mentally working on something, something challenging, or sparring with Teal'c, or trying to prove himself to Colonel O'Neill. Each of the tasks he had at the SGC kept him occupied, kept him active: and that was tiring.

But back on Kelowna - back home, he kept reminding himself - he was stuck in an office studying the same relics that he and countless other scientists had studied before him and got the same results. He got no action, he sat stationary for the majority of the day every day of the week. He had no sparring partner as many of his friends were all scientist 'geek' types and had no time for sparring matches - even if they had wanted to spar with him anyway. He was bored. He missed the action.

He had tried to convince himself that it was temporary, he had spent one year out of his life on an alien world(s) where life was so far beyond the norm that occasionally he thought he might be dreaming it, so how could he possibly be so drastically changed?

He continued to jog everyday before he had to go to work in the musty government building but felt entirely self-conscious as many people still stared at him as though he were a traitor.

He felt like he didn't belong on Kelowna any more. He felt that his place was 'out there', alongside SG-1 fighting for the better side, winning the smaller battle that was amount to the eventual defeat of the Goa'uld; not stuck in an office on a world that cared about nothing more than surviving on its own.

He wanted to be home.

But his home now was no longer Kelowna.

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