E-mail: thot_bastet@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Solitude and 2001
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Thank you Sarah for beta-reading this story. I would also like to thank all the people who have been reading and reviewing the bed's musings. I also wish you all the best luck with your exams or tests or whatever you have to end this school year. Good luck to you all!
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1 Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill
"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" What's the nurse doing to me this time? It's always the same thing. They always need to put the sheets right whenever they pass by. "Move! They're alright!" Ah, finally alone. Now what? … Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. How rude is that?
Anyway, I am the personal bed of Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill, with 2 L's. The other guy with 1 L was rather annoying to me. I didn't like him that much. But Jack … Jack's my man! According to my boss he's a real pain- in-the-ass, and well, just for once, I have to admit she's right. I can't remember a time he didn't complain about being held up in the infirmary, even if he was seriously injured.
The Colonel has gone through a lot in his life but I'm there for him when he needs me … for better or for worse. He hasn't really been injured that many times. Mostly it's just a concussion or a dislocated shoulder or something else like that. But there was this one time he really scared the hell out of my iron.
They, I mean SG-1, went on a regular mission but it did not end well for two members of the team. Actually, come to think if it, almost all of their missions go wrong one way or another. Anyway, when they returned home, Jack and Carter were sent flying through another Gate and ended up stranded in Antarctica. I've got a cousin who's a camper and he told me that it's mighty cold there. Brrr … I start shivering just thinking about that cold place. Anyway, by the time they found my Colonel and Carter they were like two Popsicles. Oh, Jack looked really bad when he was put under my sheets. He had a broken leg, broken ribs and a pierced lung, and a whole lot of bruises and scratches. He was in really bad shape. I kept him warm under my sheets but I still felt him shiver. Not that I wasn't trying hard enough but the fever raged through his body. I think that if the rescue-team had been there too late, I mean a few hours later, then all they would have found were two dead frozen Popsicles. I'd rather not think about that option!
Oh … look! There he is … my man! "Hey Jack, how was the mission? Seen any trees?" Well I have to leave you guys, duty's calling! Post-mission exam! Could be quite interesting!
Anyway, feel free to come by any time! I always have something to say … and remember, it's O'Neill with 2 L's.
Spoilers: Solitude and 2001
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Thank you Sarah for beta-reading this story. I would also like to thank all the people who have been reading and reviewing the bed's musings. I also wish you all the best luck with your exams or tests or whatever you have to end this school year. Good luck to you all!
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1 Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill
"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" What's the nurse doing to me this time? It's always the same thing. They always need to put the sheets right whenever they pass by. "Move! They're alright!" Ah, finally alone. Now what? … Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. How rude is that?
Anyway, I am the personal bed of Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill, with 2 L's. The other guy with 1 L was rather annoying to me. I didn't like him that much. But Jack … Jack's my man! According to my boss he's a real pain- in-the-ass, and well, just for once, I have to admit she's right. I can't remember a time he didn't complain about being held up in the infirmary, even if he was seriously injured.
The Colonel has gone through a lot in his life but I'm there for him when he needs me … for better or for worse. He hasn't really been injured that many times. Mostly it's just a concussion or a dislocated shoulder or something else like that. But there was this one time he really scared the hell out of my iron.
They, I mean SG-1, went on a regular mission but it did not end well for two members of the team. Actually, come to think if it, almost all of their missions go wrong one way or another. Anyway, when they returned home, Jack and Carter were sent flying through another Gate and ended up stranded in Antarctica. I've got a cousin who's a camper and he told me that it's mighty cold there. Brrr … I start shivering just thinking about that cold place. Anyway, by the time they found my Colonel and Carter they were like two Popsicles. Oh, Jack looked really bad when he was put under my sheets. He had a broken leg, broken ribs and a pierced lung, and a whole lot of bruises and scratches. He was in really bad shape. I kept him warm under my sheets but I still felt him shiver. Not that I wasn't trying hard enough but the fever raged through his body. I think that if the rescue-team had been there too late, I mean a few hours later, then all they would have found were two dead frozen Popsicles. I'd rather not think about that option!
Oh … look! There he is … my man! "Hey Jack, how was the mission? Seen any trees?" Well I have to leave you guys, duty's calling! Post-mission exam! Could be quite interesting!
Anyway, feel free to come by any time! I always have something to say … and remember, it's O'Neill with 2 L's.
