MISSING YOU
General Jack O'Neill impatiently drummed his fingers on the top of his desk. He knew he shouldn't be doing it-the desk had a nice finish, and besides, it wasn't really his. But he felt like he was going a little stir-crazy, tucked away in his office at the Pentagon.
His intercom beeped. Jack sighed. "This is General O'Neill."
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but you did tell me to keep you informed of the latest debriefing from the SGC."
"Yes, thank you. Okay, then…update me."
"Um, yes sir, the information should be up on your computer screen now."
Jack shook his head. How did George Hammond put up with this, he thought. It took a few minutes, but soon the entire report of the latest mission of his old teammates was on the screen. Looking at their photos-Daniel, Cameron Mitchell, Teal'c, and Vala-Jack wondered if Mitchell was still getting the same kind of rush he used to get whenever he stepped through the Gate. There was so much out there that he hadn't gotten a chance to see, that the others had-that was the price he'd paid for accepting promotion-knowing that you couldn't really go home again.
There were new threats since he'd left. The Wraith-nasty suckers-over in the Pegasus Galaxy were the worst thing he'd seen since the Goa'uld. Even the Priors and their fanatical beliefs seemed tame by comparison.
Sam seemed to be doing well enough on Atlantis. The last time they'd actually spoken, she'd had the nerve to ask Jack how he liked being "Top Dog," as she put it. Top Dog, he thought-more like Top Doofus. It was true that working as a liaison between the military and the International Oversight Advisory was a lot safer than fighting extraterrestrial bad guys…but still…
Jack looked at the pictures of his former comrades one more time before he hit Save. "I miss you," he said quietly, to himself.
THE END