No copyright intended, I do not own O'neill, but I do own Barney. He is real.
Just some thought on what Lieutenant O'neill might have written home about before he met Sara. Don't expect much from it, it's my first fic and kind of stream of consciousness at 2am!
Writing Home
Dear Ma,
Im writing from Ramstein, Germany this time. I got sent here to recuperate after I got shot in the butt during a training ex. Life's kinda boring here without Frank and my other buddies, but I'm ok. You'd like my buddies ma, they're a hoot. My butts kinda sore, but at least I can sit down ok now. It's pretty late here but I cant sleep cos Im not used to the time zone here.
Hows everyone at home? Has Catriona had her baby yet? I cant wait to be an uncle. How are Pa's knees? Mine are fine at the moment. I am hoping for a pass to leave the base so I can go fishing. I don't know when I'll be home yet but I hope it won't be long. The cake in Germany is amazing, but not as good as yours Ma!
I have befriended a local cat called Barney. He is spotty ginger and white, and sleeps in a basket too small for him. Cats eh? He's very strange, and a few sandwiches short of a picnic. His balance isn't great and he has a tendency to sit with his mouth open when he's happy! He is made happy by shoes and feet. He is the closest I can get to a dog round here, he even comes when he's called!
I have some gifts for you all when I'm next home.
The nurse has just been round and said I have to take my meds and go to sleep (im in the infirmary cos of my butt). I think this nurse is a descendent of Napoleon. I had better go to sleep though, the meds make me drowsy. so G'night,
your loving son
J
P.S Could you send me some cookies, I have a theory they may speed up my recovery. The nurse is glaring now. She's really mean
A/n Barney has just started snoring if anyone cares. He really is in a basket too small for him!