A Decent Kind of Guy
Jack's a decent man.
No, he's more than that. He's so much more. Really, calling him simply a "decent man" is more insulting that it is complementary.
He's more than just "decent". He's strong, and courageous, and selfless, and funny, and caring. He's cantankerous, and impatient, and annoying, and amazingly childish. And so, so much more.
You'd think some of those traits would lower him down from his perfection; for that's what he is: perfect. Pure, human perfection. Because his "bad" traits complement his "good" traits and make him so perfect; so perfectly endearing that you have to wonder how you ever thought of him as anything less.
I still remember him as he was when I met him: gruff, suicidal. He was everyone's enemy and saw danger in every corner. I remember thinking how this man was so god-damned irritating, and how could anyone ever like him? Then I saw his soft side; his compassionate side. I saw Skaara bring it out of him.
Skaara has my gratitude. Because how could I live without Jack?
He's changed a lot since then—even since he came back through the Stargate to get me from Abydos. He's changed for the better; I don't think he can change for the worse.
He's become my savior; the world's savior more than once. He was there after Apophis took my wife, after Hathor violated me, after I became addicted to the sarcophagus, after Sha're gave birth to Apophis' child, after Ma'chello's Goa'uld killers drove me insane, after Sha're died, after torture in Sokar's Hell. He was always with me. I, in turn, tried desperately to always be with him when he needed me.
And somewhere along the line, I began to care for him more than I should. Somewhere along the line, he became my fantasy, my reality. He became my light, my darkness.
I'm still not quite sure what it means.
All I know is that he stayed behind on Edora. And now, for some reason, we can't get back to him. It's already been two weeks. Sam's working on something to get us back, but it could take months. Does Jack have months? Is he even alive?
Not seeing him, it's horrible. Not knowing his fate is worse. It's a given that he's alive. He has to be alive. He has to be. If he's not, I don't know what I'll do.
I guess, deep down, I know he's alright. He's, if not happy, close to it. But I need him here. I need him.
Let me be selfish for once.
Jack's a decent man. He's compassionate and funny and overbearing and irritating and I wouldn't trade him for the world.
Because Jack…well, he's just Jack.