NON-NEGOTIABLE ROYAL
CH9
I sat there, staring blankly at the empty page in front of me, my pen held limply in my hand. I didn't know what I should write; should I jot down everything that had happened - and I mean every thing? On my very first mission off world, when I and Jack first met Joshua; I was sure that Jack had put everything in his mission - I mean, he wouldn't not put what Joshua had said, right? About how the Prince was going to be my mate and make me have his children, all that bullshit that was never going to happen now that I killed that Bastard the day before. So does that mean that I should put everything in my report too? Recap the situation and write down my "Vision", the thing where I think I saw the future or something. But I would probably get into crap because when me and SG1 came back after I killed Joshua and that Qwatonian soldier, I didn't tell Dr. Frasier about it like I probably should have.
I worried my bottom lip, my teeth biting into the soft flesh. I winced as I bit hard enough to draw a line of blood and that sting in turn made me remember the stab I had felt when I plunged the knife into my abdomen. I rubbed my stomach in a soothing manner. When I was in the showers earlier, I had check to see if there was any thing that might show that I stabbed myself, but my stomach was a smooth and spotless as it ever had been.
I shook my head, clearing my mind; I didn't really stab myself, so that also mean that Joshua hadn't captured, raped and impregnated me. So did that mean that I killed him for no reason? No, I did kill him for a reason. He was there to kidnap me; SG1 was there so that was proof. I had found that warrior that was in hiding because of the "Vision" thing that I had, and by the way his expression changed when I said that I knew he killed Barnibee, that was all the proof that I was right. So then that "vision" thing was real, but I didn't go through it physically?
I shook my head again, harder this time; it was to confusing and I didn't have time to be confused, I had a report to write. So I cleared my mind as best I could and gripped the pen tightly in my hand. The point of it pressed against the surface of the paper hard enough to leave a blotch of ink. Still, I didn't lift it from the surface and instead pushed harder, my jaw clenched in concentration. I struggled to find the first word, my fingers cramping, but it never came.
A knock at my quarter's door interrupted me and I released my pen with relish and a sigh of relief. I stood and quickly slipped a tee over my head, my bare feet making no noise as I crossed the room. I was actually expecting Jack, I mean; he had been upset that I had "ended" two lives, as he put it. He knew what Joshua had said and what he had intended to do, and I believed him when he said the he would have loved to kill Joshua himself. But he thought that I should have been more upset about killing a person; in truth, though, I didn't really feel anything. Maybe I did, deep down, below the surface - But above it, it was like nothing had happened.
I pulled the door open and my eyebrows rose in surprise. "Dr. Jackson,"
He stood in my doorway, clad in the usual green BDU's. I couldn't make out his eyes behind the reflective surface of his glasses, but his expression and posture was enough. Before I could open my mouth again, Jackson spoke.
"Can I come in?" he asked surprisingly polite.
I furrowed my brows for a second; what was with the mood change? Before, every time he looked in my direction, it was to shoot daggers through me. And now he was just like the Daniel Jackson that everyone was talking about. I glanced over his shoulder as an officer passed by, and of course it was just for appearances.
"Sure," I agreed. "Come on in."
I stepped out of the way and he stepped in a few steps passed me before he turned. I closed the door and face him, a friendly smile plastered on my lips - I was going to get to this bottom of this and right now was probably the best time.
"What can I do for you?" I clasped my hands in front of myself, waiting for his answer.
"I want you to stay away from them."
"I don't understand," I told him slowly.
"Sam, Teal'c, Jack; I want you to stay away from them." Jackson clarified. "They're not your friends; they're mine. They are your superior officers and you will treat them that way."
"I, uh, I, uh. . . .?" I stammered out like a total idiot.
Jackson just crossed his arms over his chest.
"Dr. Jackson," I squeezed my eyes closed for just a second, trying to sort things out. "I don't know what you think, but Major Carter, Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill are not my friends; we have a professional and work related relationship and that's it."
"I don't think you heard me," Jackson told me. "I want you to stay away from them."
I looked at him, my jaw muscles working. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this kind of treatment?" I asked him, hurt and frustrated. "What did you-"
Jackson shook his head. "You are taking my family away from me!"
"What-"
"SG1 is my family, and you're taking them away." Jackson seethed.
My mouth opened and closed as my opposite colored eyes searched his. I could see the pain and sadness in those blue orbs and I knew it to be the truth. "I didn't know," I confessed. "I-I'll stay away." I promised him, my heart fluttering painfully.
"Good," Jackson agreed, licking his lips. "Well, I'll see you around."
He walked passed me and opened the door, but before he stepped out, I spoke.
"If they come to me, I can't promise you anything."
He didn't say anything, and closed the door behind him. I closed my eyes in turn and looked to the floor, a tear escaped and slowly traveled down my cheek - What the Hell just happened?