Title: Call of Duty
Author: Odiceron
Dislcaimer: I don't own a god damn thing; if I did things would have turned out a lot differently.
Spoilers: None
Pairings:
Summary: What if SG1 were got together in the 40's instead of the 90's (Don't ask just read)
Author's notes: I was playing Call of Duty and noticed a Pvt O'niell and a Pvt Carter and my mind just went into over drive, tell me what you think. If people like it I keep writing if you don't it gets shelved. Sorry about the messing around with Ranks was only way I could see it working.
March 1944
"How much longer?!"
Jack was not pleased he had been stuck on this barge for a week the Atlantic was cold very cold. The choppy sea and high winds weren't helping either.
"Pipe down!" barked a younger man who did not realise who he was talking to.
Jack rose from his place against the bulkhead and marched over to the younger man.
"What did you say private?!" Jack voice reverberated around the small compartment that housed 50 men. All their heads turning towards the incident.
"Sorry Colonel, I didn't realise it you sir"
"Private you best avoid me for the rest of this war or so help me I will throw you towards the near '42 and watch you dance"
"Sir, yes sir" barked the private, the younger man of about 20 with the typical short brown hair look like he had been a football player as he was reasonably well built and seemed to have an air of confidence around him. But he knew not to knowingly back talk a very pissed off and agitated Colonel.
Jack quickly turned and proceeded back to where he was previously sat.
As he sat down, Jack noticed a blonde haired man huddled in the corner, hat pulled down as far as it would go, he couldn't make out his face he had never seen him before but something didn't feel right just from looking at him.
"You really need to be that hard on him?"
"He disrespected a superior officer"
"Come on Jack, we've been stuck on this boat just as long as you have"
"He deserved it"
"Jack, we are the ones stuck on this boat with a grumpy colonel"
Jack's head slowly turned to Daniel to deliver him an icy glare. A man over 10 years his junior and an unlikely friend.
Corporal Daniel Jackson was a young linguist who had first been assigned to Jacks unit, when his original linguist was killed in action.
Daniel was reassigned in March 41. At first he hated the younger man but he slowly learned to appreciate him and respect him. That was while he was serving in the Northern Africa.
He had started out addressing Jack by rank, in the proper military manner but after the 3rd or 4th time he saved Jacks life he decided to rid Daniel of that burden, at least when superior officers weren't around.
The fog horn sounded from the deck, and Jack jumped up and ran out the door. He sprinted up the stairs of the transport ship leading to the bridge.
Jack scurried through the small door, ducking as he almost fell through the hatch.
Quickly regaining his composure he saluted General Hammond who was standing next to the Captain of the troop transport.
"Jack shouldn't you be below?"
"Yes, sir"
"Am I going to get you out of here anytime soon?"
"No sir"
The bald Texan couldn't help but smile; he had heard reports of Jacks recent activities below deck, mainly scaring poor privates.
"Are we nearly there sir?"
"We should be coming into Liverpool by the end of the day"
"Excellent, I always wanted to go to Liverpool"
"Sorry Jack, you will have very limited time in the city, all troops are being moved to compound outside of Chester before the move down south in preparation for the invasion."
"Yes sir"
"Well you better get below and get your men ready" noticing Jacks hesitation "..now Jack"
"Sir" Jack snapped to attention after coming out of his day dream while staring out of the forward window, then scurried below to get everyone ready.
Down below Jack wasn't the only one to notice the blonde man huddled in the corner. Daniel had notice the small form huddled in the corner, worried something might be wrong Daniel approached.
"Is everything alright private?"
"Yes sir" came the muffled response
"You sure?"
"Yes sir" the reply was even more muffled then before
Just as Daniel was about to lean forward to get a closer look at the man the hatch blasted open.
"Alright men get your sorry asses up and your gear stowed were going be off this tin can by the end of the day"
Cheers erupted from the men as they hustle and bustle of getting the gear in order began.
Daniel walked over to Jack who was grinning like an idiot at the door.
"Jack I need to talk to you"
"Sure Danny, what's up?"
"The guy over there, the blonde one I think something's wrong"
"Yeah I noticed him before as well; I will get the doc's to check him out"
"Thanks Jack" Daniel turned to take another look at the guy in question. Only to see a hurried form retreating towards the hatch at the other end of the room.
The figure turned and cast a glance back over the men and caught Daniels eyes for a second. Daniel couldn't help but be shocked; he was confronted with bright blue eyes and features he wasn't expecting.
"Jack… might want to hold on that Doctor"
"Why there is something wrong with the guy?"
"That's exactly my point"
"Huh? What?" Jack stood there looking at Daniel totally confused, as Daniel stared at the now empty doorway his curiosity reaching new limits.
