Thank you for your nice reviews! This is the next last chapter of this story, a chapter devoted to our favorite wicked badass Air Force Colonel. I hope you'll like it.

Chapter 10

Later that day, Jack being his sweet salient self again, was happily enjoying the sight of his body as he was walking toward the commissary together with his 2IC.

"This is wonderful Carter! I can see my hands! See!" he childishly said, holding a hand in front of them.

"Yes Sir, that's a beautiful hand" she chuckled patiently. He glared at her as she pushed the door to the mess and took a new look at his finger nails as he stood behind her in the queue. She couldn't help but chuckle again at his obvious joy "I'm glad you appreciate my work Sir"

"I've always loved your work Carter!" he eagerly responded. She smiled and they sat down with their food, chatting friendly over their meal. Sam had a hard time not to glance at him every other second. It had only been three weeks but she had forgotten how handsome he was.

Finishing his cake with evident satisfaction, Jack relaxed in his chair, looking around for the first time since he came in. That's when he noticed Milestone a couple of tables away, who was scrutinizing them. He remembered then Olsen's advice to the kid to have a good look at Carter and himself when they'd be together, that he would then see it. He really wondered what there was to see... But his bitterness at Milestone's coward conduct took over, and thinking of what had happened next, he felt sick. He decided to teach the kid a lesson.

Lieutenant Milestone was nervous. Colonel O'Neill had summoned him to an interrogation room and he only prayed that he would not be confronted to the men he had reported earlier that day. He was therefore relieved when he only found O'Neill and two SF in the room. The SF stood at the door, O'Neill was sitting at a table in the center of the room.

"Take a seat Lieutenant"

"Thank you Sir" The Colonel turned a camera and a microphone on.

"You reported two members of your team this morning Lieutenant"

"Yes Sir"

"They had informed you of their plan to rape the fourth member of your team"

"Yes Sir"

"What did you do then?"

"I... er.. that's when I went to General Hammond to report them Sir"

"No. What did you do when they informed you of their intention?"

"Ah. er... They wanted me to join them but I declined. Then, after they had left, I went to General Hammond"

"So you knew they were going after Captain Rodriguez, and you did nothing to prevent them to do so?"

Milestone was taken aback. He had thought he would be praised for his action, which he deemed courageous, but O'Neill didn't seem to be pleased with him.

"er.. I beg your pardon Sir?"

"You did nothing to stop them" O'Neill repeated, a cold glare fixed on the young man.

"I... I.. I reported them... The security stopped them!"

"The security found them because I followed them, stopped them from molesting your team mate, and called the security in. Had I not done that, it would have been too late"

"You found them?"

"I was in the locker room with the three of you, Lieutenant.. And I saw you, NOT stopping your colleagues despite the fact that you knew what they were about to do!" the Colonel spitted.

"They wouldn't have listened to me anyway! They out-rank me, there was nothing I could do... I figured that if I reported them, at least next time she'd be safe"

"Next time.." O'Neill repeated softly. "You could have called the security yourself. You could have told your colleagues not to do it. Could have fought them"

"Oh no, they are much stronger than me Sir! They'd have beaten me black!"

"So you figured you'd save your sorry ass rather than hers. We never leave a man behind Lieutenant" O'Neill sternly stated.

"It's not like she was in a life threatening situation Sir" the young man tempered. "I called for help, I followed procedure" he bragged.

"I see... Yes, you did..." the Colonel said softly, oddly pacified all of a sudden. "You did well Lieutenant"

Milestone relaxed and a cocky smile appeared on his face at the change in O'Neill's attitude. He had given the right answer, the worse was over. The Colonel understood his position now, he admitted he'd done what he had to do. And now he was relaxing in his chair, sitting more casually like they were friendly chatting over a cup of coffee.

"See those big guys Lieutenant?" the Colonel continued. Surprised at the change of subject, Milestone took a glance at the two SF who had walked up behind his chair. He nodded.

"Strong, big men aren't they? …" O'Neill continued. Oh yeah so now they were having a chat about the security, the Lieutenant figured. He felt confident that O'Neill liked him now. But his smile was instantly wiped from his face as O'Neill continued.

"They need a fuck, Milestone. I told them they could have you"

The young man bleached, paralyzed on his chair. He figured he had misunderstood the Colonel's words.

"Wh...What did you say Sir?"

"I said they need a fuck and they can have you" O'Neill repeated slowly with a smile.

"But... They can't do that!" Milestone stammered.

"They can't? Tell me why" O'Neill continued gently.

"Why? But... because! I'm a guy!" Milestone argued, shocked that he was having this surrealistic conversation.

"Not a problem, Airman. They're gay" the Colonel grinned. Slowly, the two SF took a step toward Milestone, who howled in terror as he jumped toward the door, which was locked. He cast a glance at O'Neill, who was taunting at him with the keys. The man was insane! Terrorized, Milestone was trying to run away from the men who were following him, confident that they would get at him sooner or later "NO! Don't touch me! Colonel! Do something!"

"How's that working for you Milestone?" O'Neill smiled sweetly. The two large men were slowly closing by from each side, blocking his retreat.

"SIR! YOU HAVE TO STOP THEM! PLEASE! PLEASE SIR!"

"Give me a reason Lieutenant" The sweet smile was gone, replaced by a cold glare and a very icy tone. "Give me a very good reason as why it's OK when two men go after Rodriguez, but not when they go after you?!"

"She's a woman! That's not the same!" he shouted in terror, trying to dodge away from the men.

O'Neill was glaring. He had that special look that only he mastered, burning and icy at the same time. Suddenly, Milestone covered his mouth with both hands as a revelation washed over him. "Oh my god! Did I really say what I just said?! Please tell me I'm not such a bastard?!"

With a little nod, O'Neill thanked the two SF, who left the room. Trembling, Milestone supported himself against the wall, his confused look going from the retreating men to O'Neill.

"Er... er... it was a bluff?" Milestone managed to articulate.

"Something like that" the Colonel admitted.

"You sat me up!?" the young man accused, now indignant. But a single look at the Colonel was enough to shut him up.

"I think I've made my point Lieutenant" he said severely.

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir" Milestone conceded sheepishly. "I.. I don't know what to say Sir... I... I..." O'Neill was glaring at him, showing no intention to put him out of his misery. The young man took a deep breath, straightened up and looked his superior in the eyes.

"Thank you Sir" He thought he saw a hint of a smirk at one corner of O'Neill's mouth.

"You're dismissed Lieutenant"

Milestone saluted and left. Only when the door had closed behind him, did Jack allow himself to chuckle.

TBC...