Hi! First, this is a translation of a story I initially wrote in French, if you have it today, it is thanks to Lauriesf who made all this work of translation, then one thank you to her!
Until death reunites us
Walter's voice resounded along the SGC's corridors:
_SG-1, please report to the gateroom, I repeat SG-1 you must get to the gateroom immediately.
Jack was ready, impatient to cross the portal again toward other worlds.
See, Jack O'Neill's worst torture was to see his team head for adventure without him because he knew how much he would be missing; he only knew too well the feeling you got when conquering the galaxy. The recon missions, the fights, even the desesperate situations. He desperately missed them all. How could you possibly taste it and then willingly renounce it? Worst of all was feeling useless, incapable of protecting his men. He was forced to watch them cross the vortex and could only pray for them to come back safe and sound...especially one certain colonel.
When he had been in their shoes, he had never wondered about what it meant to be General Hammond. He would simply cross the gate. Period. He knew that if something went wrong, he would face it, he would be there to protect them, even at his life's expense.
Now, he had to watch her cross the gate without him...which was like sending her out there unprotected, or rather without his protection. And each time SG-1 would leave for the farthest ends of the Milky Way, a little voice would whisper to him that he might be looking at her blue eyes for the last time, telling his last joke, hearing her last heartbeat. All this anguish had led him to be present for each of their departures ever since he had been promoted. If something happened, he would have reproached himself not being there to tell her to stay alive his whole life.
Sometimes, when he read a report they had written, he would look back on the times SG-1 was his team and they had lived so many things together. Mitchell had joined them and O'Neill had learnt to trust him: he could not entrust his team's life to anyone, especially not Samantha Carter's.
At times, he would again head the team. Some easy peasy mission or a recon one. That's when he would really feel alive: he was into action, not observation or negociation. He was made to go into battle.
And once again, he was out in the field with his team. The aim of the mission was quite uncomplicated: Daniel was in charge of studying the ruins of an ancient Goa'uld temple and they would protect him. The planet being abandoned for more than 300 years, there was no chance to meet enemies. At least, that's what they had initially reckoned...
To be continued.
Impressions on the story or the translation? :)