A Summer To Remember
Author: Colonel Sho
Author's email: colonel_sho@yahoo.co.uk
Pairings: Jack/Sam, Jack/Other
Status: Work in progress.
Disclaimer: I own 36 pound and 4 pennies to my name, is that enough!
Summary: Someone from Jack's past comes to work at the SGC.
Authors Notes: Stories very cliché but I like to think of it as a good cliché.
Everyday she heard his name. Everyday she tried to forget.
Colonel Summer Knight sighed as she signed yet again another other report that had come from the depths of the Pentagon. She was sick of it, sitting in her office all day signing report after report, request after request. She missed the action, she missed the adrenaline rush of being in the field. She dreamed of something more, she was worth more than this; she was a solider damnit a good one at that. So why all the paper work? A question she found herself asking each day. She tossed another file into her outbox, leaning back in her chair pushing off from the desk. She'd do this everyday, finish her report signing and then she'd either go home or find her way to a nice quiet bar, no, she had had enough of 'quiet'. Summer craved excitement, she'd had enough of routine it was time to make something of herself she decided as she marched down the long and winding halls of the Pentagon. She came to the familiar office that was her CO's, Brigadier General Collins, a stocky man; tall and kind of nature. He and Summer understood each other, each other's rhythms, persona, humour and most importantly their needs in life. Collins knew Summer needed excitement to function to her full potential. Here she was standing at his door with an expression that begged for something more.
"Sir."
Summer knocked on his door waiting for a reply.
"Come."
She opened the door, smiling at her CO, shutting it behind her, standing to attention.
"Colonel ... at ease."
He offered her a seat, she smiled and sat herself down, His office was typical for a officer, pictures of the ones he held dearly to him, ribbons, awards that he had achieved in his many years of service hanging from his walls, model aeroplanes mounted on to a stand and the one thing a United States General's office wasn't complete without ... a statue of America's national figure head … the Bald Eagle. Summer felt comfortable in these surroundings, but they reminded her much of her own office which she so desperately wanted to see the back of.
"Thank you Sir."
"No thank you."
Collins was also busy signing reports, he signed his last one and threw his pen down. Summer smiled in sympathy.
"Now Colonel, what can I do for you?"
He asked leaning forward at his desk.
"Well Sir I was wondering if I could be reassigned."
She never was one to beat around the bush.
"Paper work too much for you eh? I know the feeling."
He leaned back in his chair looking at his outbox then looking to his inbox which was substantially bigger.
"Well yes Sir."
She was a bit apprehensive.
"What are you looking for Colonel?"
He sensed that she was serious, she wanted to talk; she didn't want to be a paper pusher for the rest of her service years.
"Excitement Sir."
She said, hopping he could see what she meant.
"Aren't we all."
He sighed.
"Summer, I envy you."
"Sir?"
"You have so many opportunities that I never had."
He pushed his hands together. Summer didn't think she had opportunities; if she did she wouldn't be here asking to be reassigned.
"Sir, I want more, I don't want to be behind a desk for the rest of my days. I ... I want to be out there."
She looked out of his office window, with a wide-eyed expression crossing her features.
"I know. Summer I only have to look at your face to see that."
"Sir I originally came here to escape ... but now I feel ... trapped."
Summer had requested to be moved to the Pentagon after her sister had died, she and her family were having a hard time coping so Summer moved to Washington to be with her family.
"Colonel, I understand all of that. How many times have we been here, having this conversation?"
He spoke the truth, many times Summer had come into his office to talk about her past and why she wanted to move on or why she had come here in the first place.
"Yes Sir I know, but I can't stay here, I'm going insane, I feel so trapped. Doing the same thing over and over, Sir I need adventure.
Collins understood, he had often thought the same thing but other desk jockey's had kept him in his office. How he envied her.
"I'm asking if I can be moved elsewhere, somewhere where I wont feel like this."
She was desperate; you only had to hear her voice to tell.
He put his elbows on his desk and clasped his hand together.
"I'll see what I can do."
He said softly.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Why, thank you Sir."
She got up from her seat, saluted the General and marched out of his office gleaming. Collins took a folder from his pile and looked over it. Another report from Cheyenne Mountain. He read it over with interest. These people had adventure, excitement, lack of routine ... just what Summer Knight was looking for. He signed this report and picked up the telephone asking the switchboard to connect him to Cheyenne.
Author: Colonel Sho
Author's email: colonel_sho@yahoo.co.uk
Pairings: Jack/Sam, Jack/Other
Status: Work in progress.
Disclaimer: I own 36 pound and 4 pennies to my name, is that enough!
Summary: Someone from Jack's past comes to work at the SGC.
Authors Notes: Stories very cliché but I like to think of it as a good cliché.
Everyday she heard his name. Everyday she tried to forget.
Colonel Summer Knight sighed as she signed yet again another other report that had come from the depths of the Pentagon. She was sick of it, sitting in her office all day signing report after report, request after request. She missed the action, she missed the adrenaline rush of being in the field. She dreamed of something more, she was worth more than this; she was a solider damnit a good one at that. So why all the paper work? A question she found herself asking each day. She tossed another file into her outbox, leaning back in her chair pushing off from the desk. She'd do this everyday, finish her report signing and then she'd either go home or find her way to a nice quiet bar, no, she had had enough of 'quiet'. Summer craved excitement, she'd had enough of routine it was time to make something of herself she decided as she marched down the long and winding halls of the Pentagon. She came to the familiar office that was her CO's, Brigadier General Collins, a stocky man; tall and kind of nature. He and Summer understood each other, each other's rhythms, persona, humour and most importantly their needs in life. Collins knew Summer needed excitement to function to her full potential. Here she was standing at his door with an expression that begged for something more.
"Sir."
Summer knocked on his door waiting for a reply.
"Come."
She opened the door, smiling at her CO, shutting it behind her, standing to attention.
"Colonel ... at ease."
He offered her a seat, she smiled and sat herself down, His office was typical for a officer, pictures of the ones he held dearly to him, ribbons, awards that he had achieved in his many years of service hanging from his walls, model aeroplanes mounted on to a stand and the one thing a United States General's office wasn't complete without ... a statue of America's national figure head … the Bald Eagle. Summer felt comfortable in these surroundings, but they reminded her much of her own office which she so desperately wanted to see the back of.
"Thank you Sir."
"No thank you."
Collins was also busy signing reports, he signed his last one and threw his pen down. Summer smiled in sympathy.
"Now Colonel, what can I do for you?"
He asked leaning forward at his desk.
"Well Sir I was wondering if I could be reassigned."
She never was one to beat around the bush.
"Paper work too much for you eh? I know the feeling."
He leaned back in his chair looking at his outbox then looking to his inbox which was substantially bigger.
"Well yes Sir."
She was a bit apprehensive.
"What are you looking for Colonel?"
He sensed that she was serious, she wanted to talk; she didn't want to be a paper pusher for the rest of her service years.
"Excitement Sir."
She said, hopping he could see what she meant.
"Aren't we all."
He sighed.
"Summer, I envy you."
"Sir?"
"You have so many opportunities that I never had."
He pushed his hands together. Summer didn't think she had opportunities; if she did she wouldn't be here asking to be reassigned.
"Sir, I want more, I don't want to be behind a desk for the rest of my days. I ... I want to be out there."
She looked out of his office window, with a wide-eyed expression crossing her features.
"I know. Summer I only have to look at your face to see that."
"Sir I originally came here to escape ... but now I feel ... trapped."
Summer had requested to be moved to the Pentagon after her sister had died, she and her family were having a hard time coping so Summer moved to Washington to be with her family.
"Colonel, I understand all of that. How many times have we been here, having this conversation?"
He spoke the truth, many times Summer had come into his office to talk about her past and why she wanted to move on or why she had come here in the first place.
"Yes Sir I know, but I can't stay here, I'm going insane, I feel so trapped. Doing the same thing over and over, Sir I need adventure.
Collins understood, he had often thought the same thing but other desk jockey's had kept him in his office. How he envied her.
"I'm asking if I can be moved elsewhere, somewhere where I wont feel like this."
She was desperate; you only had to hear her voice to tell.
He put his elbows on his desk and clasped his hand together.
"I'll see what I can do."
He said softly.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Why, thank you Sir."
She got up from her seat, saluted the General and marched out of his office gleaming. Collins took a folder from his pile and looked over it. Another report from Cheyenne Mountain. He read it over with interest. These people had adventure, excitement, lack of routine ... just what Summer Knight was looking for. He signed this report and picked up the telephone asking the switchboard to connect him to Cheyenne.
