Title - SG-1: The Next Generation
By - PheonixFireBlack
Summary - Jack's daughter wants to be part of a Stargate team, but he
doesn't want that for his daughter. What happened that was so bad that Jack
would be acting the way he is? Click, read, and drop a line. (Jumps into
the future in chapter 3)
Category - Stargate: SG-1
Genre - Humor/General
Feedback - Please? My first Stargate fic!
Critisism - Sure! I don't mind! laughs
Disclaimer - I do NOT own any recognizable characters from Stargate SG-1
Claimer - I do, however, own Cecilia Alexandria O'Neil and all of her smart-
ass remarks.
Notes - As you may have already read (wow that sonds weird), this is my
first Stargate: SG-1 fic. I have only recently gotten into the show
so...that's pretty much why I made this fic the way it is. Alright,
so...the story's title is really crappy, but maybe I can think of a better
one later on....or I could have one suggested? ;
We're going to assume that Jack and the rest of the SG-1 team have...er...retired? lol. Anyway...yeah...there are a few arguments and...well, come on...Jack has a seventeen year old daughter. Can't you just SEE the humor awaiting? Enjoy!
Ch 1 - Asinine Arguments, Spilled Secrets, and Malevolent Memories
"Cecillia Alexandria O'Neil! If you don't open this door in the next five seconds--" Jack O'Neil yelled at the door in front of him.
"What'cha gonna do? Bust my damn door down?" Came the voice of the man's seventeen year old daughter from the other side of the door.
"If it comes down to it, yes!"
"Oh screw on, please...just open the door." He let the last phrase come out of his mouth slowly and in a very acidic tone.
"Dad...shut...up." She said in a tone to rival her father's.
Jack sighed, defeated. He knew the argument would never go anywhere, so he gave up. Jack would never admit that his seventeen year old daughter had defeated him in an argument, but it was true. "Fine..." He muttered, turning around to go back downstairs.
Cecillia was sitting against her locked bedroom door, arms crossed over her chest. "Stupid father...doesn't known what he's talking about...Can't join...please, do go get a life, dad." She muttered, rambling to herself about the argument. "What does he know anyway? He's just an old guy who doesn't know anything about his daughter."
After about two hours of staying locked in her room, Cecillia started getting bored and decided to go downstairs. She sighed as she rolled off the bed and walked over to her door, unlocking it and stepping out into the hallway. "Sweet Lord, I hope dad isn't still all pissy about earlier." She muttered as she slowly went down the staircase, her hand tracing along the banister. She skipped the last step, jumping down to the bottom floor, making a loud thuding sound. Cecillia walked through the entry hall of the house and into the living room. So far, no sign of Jack. This was pretty strange, he didn't usually just up and leave without saying something. Maybe he was in the kitchen. Cecillia shrugged and entered a very empty kitchen. After getting a soda from the fridge, the light brown-haired girl frowned, taking a sip from to can. "Where the hell is he?" She slowly made her way out the back door, looking around the yard. Still no sign of him. "What the--"
The front door opens. Typical questioning tone. "Cecillia?" No answer. A frown graces his face. "Cecillia?" Though his tone was slightly worried now. "Cecillia!" On the verge of a total freak out. "Cecillia! Where the hell are you?"
A screen door squeaks open and slams shut, "Dad?"
"What the hell were you doing?"
"Looking for you. What were you doing?"
"Looking...for you..." Jack blinked a few times and shook his head, "Why?"
Cecillia frowned. "Why...what?"
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Because I didn't know where the hell you were. You weren't in the house so..." She shrugged.
"Oh."
"And...you were looking for me, be-cause?" Cecilla asked, holding the last word out.
"No reason..." Jack said quickly.
"Right..." Cecillia said, eyebrows raising, eyes rolling, and eyebrows falling all in one moment.
And then an uncomfortable silence enveloped the room. It wasn't too awkward to find the two just standing in a room saying nothing to each other for ten minutes or more. Jack stood there, eyes shifting slightly ever once in awhile. Cecillia was standing about three feet from her father. She shifted her weight from her right side over to her left. Cecillia was the one to break the silence. "So..."
Jack sighed and walked over to the table, sitting down. "Why?"
"Why...what?" She said for the second time that day. Though this time, she was totally confused.
Jack motioned for the girl to sit down. He was surprised that she actually did as he silently asked. "A Stargate team? Why?"
"Because...it would be soo cool! And fun...and plus..I mean, it's something to do, right?" She said, shrugging as she leaned on her elbows on the table.
"But--"
"Hey, you're the one that's always telling me to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And then...when I finally do decide on something, you totally flip out! What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I just...I just think you other career options before deciding on this and only this."
"But dad...that's not fair! Why can't I just decide on one thing and be set for when I go off to get work in a year? Or, even this summer! I mean, I could at least start training for it all. Then I really could be off working in a year. Wouldn't that be cool?"
Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You just...don't understand."
"Under-stand what?" She asked harshly.
That's when Jack fell silent. Very silent. He was looking down at the table, fidgiting a little and seemed to be lost in space.
"Uh...dad?"
"Yeah?" Jack's head snapped up as he was jerked from his thoughts.
"You're freakishly quiet and to be honest...you're kind of scaring me."
"Sorry, I was just...thinking..."
"About what?"
He shook his head, "Nothing...just..." He trailed off.
"Ok, now you're confusing me."
Usually it took more for Jack to loose his temper, but this was a fairly touchy, though unknown subject. Jack lost any and all composure that he may have been holding moment ago. "I was part of a Stargate Team once, alright?"
"Oh...okay...but--"
"And I am not going to let you be part of one!"
"But, dad, I--"
"No. That's the end of this conversation. You are not going to be part of a Stargate Team and that's it!"
Cecillia sighed and slumped back into her chair. She knew she couldn't win, her dad's mind was made up and there was no changing it. "Fine."
Jack frowned, blinking in confusion. "Fine?" He repeated, absolutely bewildered. "No...argument or anything?"
The golden-haired girl had her arms crossed over her chest, "I'm going to agree...for now."
"For now?"
"Yeah. Cause once I move out of here you can't do anything about what I choose for a career." She said in a defiant tone.
"If that's what your planning, you can forget about ever leaving here! One way or the other, I'm going to make sure that you do not become part of a Stargate Team!" Jack slammed his fist on the table.
Cecillia jumped. It wasn't like her father to get like this. "Someone got a stick shoved up their ass..." She muttered in a sing-song voice after recovering over her shock at the man's actions. "Damn right. I don't care what I have to do, but the only way that you'll be part of a Stargate Team is the fact that I'm dead."
"Dad, what's up with you? Why are you so touchy all the sudden? God! I don't understand you sometimes!" With that, Cecillia jumped up from the chair, causing it to fall backwards, and stormed out of the kitchen.
"If only you knew..." Jack sighed and sat there in complete silence.
Cecillia had ran up to her room and slammed the door shut as hard as she could. She sat on her bed and tried to figure out what was up with her dad. It wasn't like him to just burst out like that for no reason. However, Cecillia was completely in the dark as to just what it was about her joining a Stargate Team on her eighteenth birthday had to do with him freaking out like that.
She leaned into her pillows, frowning, arms crossed over her chest. "What is wrong with him? He never flips out like that. Not even when I told him that I was dating that one guy that was like...twenty-one when I was fifteen. I mean, he did flip out a little bit when I called from that one party completely smashed but...nothing like that. That was just weird! God...what is with him?" Cecillia sighed and shrugged, "Maybe he'll tell me later..." After a moment she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right, as if. Dad's about as tight-lipped as the pickle jar." She said, referring to the fact that she hadn't been able to get the small jar of pickles open earlier. Cecillia sighed and turned on her radio, going back to leaning into her pillows again. "I bet if mom was here she'd make him tell me what was going on." She said, all the while wishing she had been able to know her mother.
Jack was still sitting at the kitchen table, thinking. "If only she knew..." He repeated, sighing. "Maybe I should tell her, but..." He shook his head. "No..." He muttered as the memories flew back into his mind. "No...I can't tell her that..." The images continued to flood his brain. "God...no...I don't wanna relive that..." He whispered, rubbing his forehead. "God, no! No! Just...no! Not now...not...no..." He slammed his fist on the table again. "Dammit!"
Jack was laying in bed wondering if he was ever going to get to sleep. At this rate, it was highly unlikely. All he could think about was...that day. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to make the thoughts go away; he had been doing this for about an hour now and it still wasn't helping. He could almost hear her saying, "That won't work, sir...you know it won't...it never does."
"You still called me sir..." He muttered, "Even after everything we went through and..." He sighed and decided to just relive it all now; maybe, just maybe if he did this, everything would go away back into the depths of his mind that he couldn't reach again. That was what he was hoping for, at least. Nothing in the flashback lasted very long, but that might have been because Jack didn't want to relive every moment.
Flashback
Jack and Carter had been sent on a mission on their own, while Teal'C and Daniel stayed behind. Why, none of the four knew, but that was how it was and no one was to argue. Suddenly, several "scenes", if you will, were skipped as if someone had pushed fast-foreward on a VCR, and one single thing stood out when the person pushed "play" again. All that was seen in Jack's mind was the small, fragile form of Carter. She had cuts, bruises, burns, any kind of damage imaginable, it was somewhere on her body and she was barely breathing. Jack was kneeling next to her, her head in his lap, "Carter...don't do this...don't you dare die on me!"
"Sorry...sir..." "No...not sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry about."
"I don't think...I'm gonna make it, sir..."
"No...you can't do this...not now...Carter...please." Jack could feel the tears prickling his eyes. "Think of our baby girl..."
"Sorry, sir..." She whispered, breathing harder than before.
"No...please...Sam...don't do this to me..." It was the one of the few times he had ever called her by her first name.
"One...last...thing..."
"What is it, Sam?" He bit his lower lip to keep the tears from spilling. He didn't know what she was going to say, but he knew that whatever it was, Jack knew it was going to be the last.
She swallowed, "I...I love you...Jack..." She said, hardly any voice coming and more mouthing it than anything. She reached up and touched his cheek. With that, she closed her eyes and went to sleep for the last time.
"No...Sam..." Jack whispered, holding her hand to his cheek. Then he lost it, back...wake up...you can't be gone...you just....can't be..." The tears streamed down his cheeks as he sat there like this until someone came to find him. He whispered one last thing before falling into complete silence, "I love you, too...Sam..."
Hardly a week had gone by since Samantha's Carter's death and funeral. The entire time, Jack had been trying to convince everyone that he was fine, but no one believed him; they all knew better. Today, on this wonderful, or- -depending on how you looked at it, or who you asked--horrible Friday afternoon, was when everyone else was proven right.
Jack was sitting in his room surrounded by darkness and pain and even a little regret. He kept telling himself that if he had done something different, if he had just done one thing different, that Sam might still be here. "It's my fault...if I hadn't turned my back on her and pissed her off like that...she'd still be here. She was too mad at me to focus...she didn't hear the Goa'uld coming...It was my fault...if I had been there just a little sooner..." He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's...my fault..."
Daniel was walking by and heard Jack muttering to himself. He shook his head. Everything was finally catching up with him. He knocked lightly before letting himself in. "Jack?" Daniel blinked a few times, trying to let his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness.
"Hey, Jackson." Jack sounded unrealistically distant.
"Mind if I turn on a light?"
"No...go ahead..."
Daniel did just that and blinked again, as he had to get used to the sudden change from darkness to light. Jack did the same, waiting for his eyes to adjust; he'd been in the darkness for at least the past three hours. "So...what did you want, Jackson?"
"Just...seeing how you were doing is all."
"Well, I'm fine so...you can leave and...turn the light back off on your way out." "Jack--"
Then he lost it. He lost it in front of Daniel. "Why her? Why did I have to open...my mouth? Why couldn't I just keep my mouth...shut?"
"Be-cause...it's not in your character?" Daniel suggested weakly.
"If I hadn't said anything she wouldn't have been so pissed off...and she would have heard the Goa'uld...and she would still be here...she wouldn't be gone...she'd be alive and not dead if it weren't for me and my big mouth!"
"Jack, it isn't your fault." Daniel said quiet. "You had nothing to do with it."
"Yes...it is. It was my fault she was angry...my fault she wasn't as aware and alert that she should be...my fault..." He choked back the tears, "My fault that she's...gone..."
"No...Jack...it isn't your fault!" Daniel said, taking the Colonel by the shoulders, "You couldn't have changed anything, even if you were there...you couldn't have changed anything, Jack..."
"Yes I could have...If I would have gotten to the clearing sooner...if I wouldn't have said anything...she would...she..." He tried to choke back this set of tears, but it didn't work, they came anyway. "She'd still...be here...If it weren't for me...she'd still be here, Daniel..."
"No...she wouldn't...even if you could go back in time...you couldn't change anything." It was hard to say, but it was the truth and truth was what Jack needed right now; he had to face the truth one way or another. Daniel didn't think that this was the best way for him to face it, but he really had no other choice of words or anything else at that.
End Flashback
Jack lay there in his bed, wide awake. Daniel's words were ringing in his ears as if he had just said them. "No...she wouldn't...even if you could go back in time...you couldn't change anything." He sighed and muttered to himself, "Yeah...well, what if I could have, Daniel...what if I could have?" He sighed again and decided to try and go to sleep, even though he had serious doubts that sleep would even come that night.
-End Ch. 1
Notes - So, what did you think of that one, guys? Good so far? Keep in mind this is my first Stargate fic and I've only just gotten into the show so...I'm sorry for any wrong information. sheepish grin Anyway...drop me a line and tell me what ya think waves (and remember: Story title suggestions appreciated and get a thanks and possible dedication! ;)
Later days, PFB
We're going to assume that Jack and the rest of the SG-1 team have...er...retired? lol. Anyway...yeah...there are a few arguments and...well, come on...Jack has a seventeen year old daughter. Can't you just SEE the humor awaiting? Enjoy!
Ch 1 - Asinine Arguments, Spilled Secrets, and Malevolent Memories
"Cecillia Alexandria O'Neil! If you don't open this door in the next five seconds--" Jack O'Neil yelled at the door in front of him.
"What'cha gonna do? Bust my damn door down?" Came the voice of the man's seventeen year old daughter from the other side of the door.
"If it comes down to it, yes!"
"Oh screw on, please...just open the door." He let the last phrase come out of his mouth slowly and in a very acidic tone.
"Dad...shut...up." She said in a tone to rival her father's.
Jack sighed, defeated. He knew the argument would never go anywhere, so he gave up. Jack would never admit that his seventeen year old daughter had defeated him in an argument, but it was true. "Fine..." He muttered, turning around to go back downstairs.
Cecillia was sitting against her locked bedroom door, arms crossed over her chest. "Stupid father...doesn't known what he's talking about...Can't join...please, do go get a life, dad." She muttered, rambling to herself about the argument. "What does he know anyway? He's just an old guy who doesn't know anything about his daughter."
After about two hours of staying locked in her room, Cecillia started getting bored and decided to go downstairs. She sighed as she rolled off the bed and walked over to her door, unlocking it and stepping out into the hallway. "Sweet Lord, I hope dad isn't still all pissy about earlier." She muttered as she slowly went down the staircase, her hand tracing along the banister. She skipped the last step, jumping down to the bottom floor, making a loud thuding sound. Cecillia walked through the entry hall of the house and into the living room. So far, no sign of Jack. This was pretty strange, he didn't usually just up and leave without saying something. Maybe he was in the kitchen. Cecillia shrugged and entered a very empty kitchen. After getting a soda from the fridge, the light brown-haired girl frowned, taking a sip from to can. "Where the hell is he?" She slowly made her way out the back door, looking around the yard. Still no sign of him. "What the--"
The front door opens. Typical questioning tone. "Cecillia?" No answer. A frown graces his face. "Cecillia?" Though his tone was slightly worried now. "Cecillia!" On the verge of a total freak out. "Cecillia! Where the hell are you?"
A screen door squeaks open and slams shut, "Dad?"
"What the hell were you doing?"
"Looking for you. What were you doing?"
"Looking...for you..." Jack blinked a few times and shook his head, "Why?"
Cecillia frowned. "Why...what?"
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Because I didn't know where the hell you were. You weren't in the house so..." She shrugged.
"Oh."
"And...you were looking for me, be-cause?" Cecilla asked, holding the last word out.
"No reason..." Jack said quickly.
"Right..." Cecillia said, eyebrows raising, eyes rolling, and eyebrows falling all in one moment.
And then an uncomfortable silence enveloped the room. It wasn't too awkward to find the two just standing in a room saying nothing to each other for ten minutes or more. Jack stood there, eyes shifting slightly ever once in awhile. Cecillia was standing about three feet from her father. She shifted her weight from her right side over to her left. Cecillia was the one to break the silence. "So..."
Jack sighed and walked over to the table, sitting down. "Why?"
"Why...what?" She said for the second time that day. Though this time, she was totally confused.
Jack motioned for the girl to sit down. He was surprised that she actually did as he silently asked. "A Stargate team? Why?"
"Because...it would be soo cool! And fun...and plus..I mean, it's something to do, right?" She said, shrugging as she leaned on her elbows on the table.
"But--"
"Hey, you're the one that's always telling me to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And then...when I finally do decide on something, you totally flip out! What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I just...I just think you other career options before deciding on this and only this."
"But dad...that's not fair! Why can't I just decide on one thing and be set for when I go off to get work in a year? Or, even this summer! I mean, I could at least start training for it all. Then I really could be off working in a year. Wouldn't that be cool?"
Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You just...don't understand."
"Under-stand what?" She asked harshly.
That's when Jack fell silent. Very silent. He was looking down at the table, fidgiting a little and seemed to be lost in space.
"Uh...dad?"
"Yeah?" Jack's head snapped up as he was jerked from his thoughts.
"You're freakishly quiet and to be honest...you're kind of scaring me."
"Sorry, I was just...thinking..."
"About what?"
He shook his head, "Nothing...just..." He trailed off.
"Ok, now you're confusing me."
Usually it took more for Jack to loose his temper, but this was a fairly touchy, though unknown subject. Jack lost any and all composure that he may have been holding moment ago. "I was part of a Stargate Team once, alright?"
"Oh...okay...but--"
"And I am not going to let you be part of one!"
"But, dad, I--"
"No. That's the end of this conversation. You are not going to be part of a Stargate Team and that's it!"
Cecillia sighed and slumped back into her chair. She knew she couldn't win, her dad's mind was made up and there was no changing it. "Fine."
Jack frowned, blinking in confusion. "Fine?" He repeated, absolutely bewildered. "No...argument or anything?"
The golden-haired girl had her arms crossed over her chest, "I'm going to agree...for now."
"For now?"
"Yeah. Cause once I move out of here you can't do anything about what I choose for a career." She said in a defiant tone.
"If that's what your planning, you can forget about ever leaving here! One way or the other, I'm going to make sure that you do not become part of a Stargate Team!" Jack slammed his fist on the table.
Cecillia jumped. It wasn't like her father to get like this. "Someone got a stick shoved up their ass..." She muttered in a sing-song voice after recovering over her shock at the man's actions. "Damn right. I don't care what I have to do, but the only way that you'll be part of a Stargate Team is the fact that I'm dead."
"Dad, what's up with you? Why are you so touchy all the sudden? God! I don't understand you sometimes!" With that, Cecillia jumped up from the chair, causing it to fall backwards, and stormed out of the kitchen.
"If only you knew..." Jack sighed and sat there in complete silence.
Cecillia had ran up to her room and slammed the door shut as hard as she could. She sat on her bed and tried to figure out what was up with her dad. It wasn't like him to just burst out like that for no reason. However, Cecillia was completely in the dark as to just what it was about her joining a Stargate Team on her eighteenth birthday had to do with him freaking out like that.
She leaned into her pillows, frowning, arms crossed over her chest. "What is wrong with him? He never flips out like that. Not even when I told him that I was dating that one guy that was like...twenty-one when I was fifteen. I mean, he did flip out a little bit when I called from that one party completely smashed but...nothing like that. That was just weird! God...what is with him?" Cecillia sighed and shrugged, "Maybe he'll tell me later..." After a moment she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right, as if. Dad's about as tight-lipped as the pickle jar." She said, referring to the fact that she hadn't been able to get the small jar of pickles open earlier. Cecillia sighed and turned on her radio, going back to leaning into her pillows again. "I bet if mom was here she'd make him tell me what was going on." She said, all the while wishing she had been able to know her mother.
Jack was still sitting at the kitchen table, thinking. "If only she knew..." He repeated, sighing. "Maybe I should tell her, but..." He shook his head. "No..." He muttered as the memories flew back into his mind. "No...I can't tell her that..." The images continued to flood his brain. "God...no...I don't wanna relive that..." He whispered, rubbing his forehead. "God, no! No! Just...no! Not now...not...no..." He slammed his fist on the table again. "Dammit!"
Jack was laying in bed wondering if he was ever going to get to sleep. At this rate, it was highly unlikely. All he could think about was...that day. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to make the thoughts go away; he had been doing this for about an hour now and it still wasn't helping. He could almost hear her saying, "That won't work, sir...you know it won't...it never does."
"You still called me sir..." He muttered, "Even after everything we went through and..." He sighed and decided to just relive it all now; maybe, just maybe if he did this, everything would go away back into the depths of his mind that he couldn't reach again. That was what he was hoping for, at least. Nothing in the flashback lasted very long, but that might have been because Jack didn't want to relive every moment.
Flashback
Jack and Carter had been sent on a mission on their own, while Teal'C and Daniel stayed behind. Why, none of the four knew, but that was how it was and no one was to argue. Suddenly, several "scenes", if you will, were skipped as if someone had pushed fast-foreward on a VCR, and one single thing stood out when the person pushed "play" again. All that was seen in Jack's mind was the small, fragile form of Carter. She had cuts, bruises, burns, any kind of damage imaginable, it was somewhere on her body and she was barely breathing. Jack was kneeling next to her, her head in his lap, "Carter...don't do this...don't you dare die on me!"
"Sorry...sir..." "No...not sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry about."
"I don't think...I'm gonna make it, sir..."
"No...you can't do this...not now...Carter...please." Jack could feel the tears prickling his eyes. "Think of our baby girl..."
"Sorry, sir..." She whispered, breathing harder than before.
"No...please...Sam...don't do this to me..." It was the one of the few times he had ever called her by her first name.
"One...last...thing..."
"What is it, Sam?" He bit his lower lip to keep the tears from spilling. He didn't know what she was going to say, but he knew that whatever it was, Jack knew it was going to be the last.
She swallowed, "I...I love you...Jack..." She said, hardly any voice coming and more mouthing it than anything. She reached up and touched his cheek. With that, she closed her eyes and went to sleep for the last time.
"No...Sam..." Jack whispered, holding her hand to his cheek. Then he lost it, back...wake up...you can't be gone...you just....can't be..." The tears streamed down his cheeks as he sat there like this until someone came to find him. He whispered one last thing before falling into complete silence, "I love you, too...Sam..."
Hardly a week had gone by since Samantha's Carter's death and funeral. The entire time, Jack had been trying to convince everyone that he was fine, but no one believed him; they all knew better. Today, on this wonderful, or- -depending on how you looked at it, or who you asked--horrible Friday afternoon, was when everyone else was proven right.
Jack was sitting in his room surrounded by darkness and pain and even a little regret. He kept telling himself that if he had done something different, if he had just done one thing different, that Sam might still be here. "It's my fault...if I hadn't turned my back on her and pissed her off like that...she'd still be here. She was too mad at me to focus...she didn't hear the Goa'uld coming...It was my fault...if I had been there just a little sooner..." He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's...my fault..."
Daniel was walking by and heard Jack muttering to himself. He shook his head. Everything was finally catching up with him. He knocked lightly before letting himself in. "Jack?" Daniel blinked a few times, trying to let his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness.
"Hey, Jackson." Jack sounded unrealistically distant.
"Mind if I turn on a light?"
"No...go ahead..."
Daniel did just that and blinked again, as he had to get used to the sudden change from darkness to light. Jack did the same, waiting for his eyes to adjust; he'd been in the darkness for at least the past three hours. "So...what did you want, Jackson?"
"Just...seeing how you were doing is all."
"Well, I'm fine so...you can leave and...turn the light back off on your way out." "Jack--"
Then he lost it. He lost it in front of Daniel. "Why her? Why did I have to open...my mouth? Why couldn't I just keep my mouth...shut?"
"Be-cause...it's not in your character?" Daniel suggested weakly.
"If I hadn't said anything she wouldn't have been so pissed off...and she would have heard the Goa'uld...and she would still be here...she wouldn't be gone...she'd be alive and not dead if it weren't for me and my big mouth!"
"Jack, it isn't your fault." Daniel said quiet. "You had nothing to do with it."
"Yes...it is. It was my fault she was angry...my fault she wasn't as aware and alert that she should be...my fault..." He choked back the tears, "My fault that she's...gone..."
"No...Jack...it isn't your fault!" Daniel said, taking the Colonel by the shoulders, "You couldn't have changed anything, even if you were there...you couldn't have changed anything, Jack..."
"Yes I could have...If I would have gotten to the clearing sooner...if I wouldn't have said anything...she would...she..." He tried to choke back this set of tears, but it didn't work, they came anyway. "She'd still...be here...If it weren't for me...she'd still be here, Daniel..."
"No...she wouldn't...even if you could go back in time...you couldn't change anything." It was hard to say, but it was the truth and truth was what Jack needed right now; he had to face the truth one way or another. Daniel didn't think that this was the best way for him to face it, but he really had no other choice of words or anything else at that.
End Flashback
Jack lay there in his bed, wide awake. Daniel's words were ringing in his ears as if he had just said them. "No...she wouldn't...even if you could go back in time...you couldn't change anything." He sighed and muttered to himself, "Yeah...well, what if I could have, Daniel...what if I could have?" He sighed again and decided to try and go to sleep, even though he had serious doubts that sleep would even come that night.
-End Ch. 1
Notes - So, what did you think of that one, guys? Good so far? Keep in mind this is my first Stargate fic and I've only just gotten into the show so...I'm sorry for any wrong information. sheepish grin Anyway...drop me a line and tell me what ya think waves (and remember: Story title suggestions appreciated and get a thanks and possible dedication! ;)
Later days, PFB