by Bil! (puck@madcrazy.com)
Rating: PG
Category: Um, angst?
Spoilers: None
Season: Future, ignoring the fifth and sixth
Content Warnings: Character death(s)
Summary: Jack talks to an old friend.
Status: Complete
Archive: Do not archive without permission.
Disclaimer: This Universe and all it contains are MGM and co's. No money has
been received for this, a work of fiction.
Author's Notes: This was originally a drabble inspired by the word 'envisage'. But a drabble couldn't do it justice, so I rewrote it. Written pre-Meridian. Oh, and italics equals what's happening in the real world. This is very confusing. Advice is not only welcome, it's needed.
Not A Bang, But A Whimper
by Bil!
Hey, Danny-boy, how's it goin'? Can't complain myself - well, actually I can, and do frequently. Honestly, the doc here's worse than Janet. Bit of an idiot too - the doc, I mean, not Janet. He keeps saying you're dead. I mean come on, if you were dead, would you be listening to me? Nope. Like I said, he's an idiot. Some people just can't get a grip on reality.
Carter dropped by yesterday. Since she died on that damn P4C-whatever planet her visits have gotten fewer. She's been pretty busy, I guess, but I'm just glad to see her when she comes. You know, she hasn't aged a day, no grey hair, no wrinkles. She teased me about my hair going white, so I told her the truth: it's all your fault. She just laughed.
Have you talked to Teal'c lately? I haven't seen him since Osiris blew up that death glider he was in. Oh well, I'm sure he'll pop up some time. Can't keep a good Jaffa down, eh? R'yac was on the news a couple a days ago; he's the leader of the Jaffa resistance, you know. No, wait, that was before we defeated the Goa'uld, wasn't it. He's the leader of the Jaffa Federation. That's right. Good kid.
Speaking of kids, George's granddaughter graduated last week. Great girl. She's gonna go far. George told me she's applied to go off-world. Some kind of exchange program with the Asgard; he said she's pretty excited.
Did I tell you Sam came to see me? She still calls me sir. She said she might not be coming back, said she might not survive the next mission. I didn't think they did missions anymore, then I remembered that we haven't told the public about the 'gate yet. Boy, do I remember that day. People furious at the government, curious and excited to see the Asgard. Relieved that the Goa'uld were dead, when they hadn't even known snake-heads existed the day before. People, huh? And they called us heroes. Can you imagine? Us, heroes. Nah. I wished her luck - Carter, I mean. Told her death wasn't an acceptable excuse for not dropping by, and she said I'd regret saying that when she ended up haunting me for the rest of my life. Not a chance.
"Mr O'Neill?"
I've been thinking, Daniel. It's about time we had another SG-1 barbecue. Janet and George and Cassie too. And Jacob. Whaddaya say? Friday, my place. You bring Carter and Teal'c, I'll grab the others.
"Mr O'Neill?"
You know, Danny-boy -
"Colonel?"
Whoa, gotta go.
"Colonel, it's time to go back to the resthome now. We can come back next week."
Pushy old biddy. Sorry buddy, gotta split.
A frail old man in a wheelchair was slowly wheeled across the graveyard
lawn by a white-dressed nurse, leaving behind a small bouquet of flowers on a grave,
which was inscribed:
1965 - 2001
A hero to the end.
Fin
Copyright 2002
