Well this is it, maybe I can sleep now 8o)
Disclaimer - they're mine, all mine, nah, only kidding.
The poem - Death is nothing at all - Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918, cannon of St Paul's Cathedral
Get off of my cloud - Rolling Stones
Again, thank you for all your inspiring reviews, this is for you guys ;o)
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Jonas's eyes flinched against the light as he struggled to open them oblivious to his surroundings. His body stirred against the crispness of cotton sheets and above him a ceiling fan kept time with his heart. He lay there, for a moment, watching it spin, delighting in the simple pleasure of breathing in the refreshing air that circulated.
He was alone in his head, the universe had gone, his were the only thoughts inhabiting its ambience. His contemplations turned to Mia and the brief moment they had been allowed to share. He felt the pain of loosing her again ply with is heart and yet he knew, more than ever, she was there with him, just in a different room.
He focused on the strong wood beams above his head, clearing the cotton wool that was furring his brain with distant words etched deep in its abyss.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of shadow upon it.
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner
All is well.
The words whispered in the hushed tones of a lullaby, prickling his skin with emotion. He drew his left hand from out of the covers and looked down at the emblem that was glowing in his palm, feeling a peace settle within him.
He dug his elbows into the firm bed and slowly sat up to survey the uncluttered room. His body resisted with an unfamiliar stiffness but he persevered, finally leaning against the carved oak headboard to collect his thoughts and energy.
The cool air hit his naked torso and he smiled at the sensation rubbing his hand across his chest, feeling the life flowing through him. Sunlight spread like melting butter into the room, from a netted window, and he felt the collective comfort of friends.
Outside, birds sang along to the manufacture music drifting in on the reach of the curtains as well as the smell of treated wood and flaming meat.
Jonas smiled and swung his legs out of the bed, again with great endeavour, and tried to stand, using the headboard for leverage. He fought against the spinning in his head and using the wood of the wall for stability made his way to the closet bathroom.
He sat on the cover of the toilet and ran the tap, splashing his face with ice-cold water, relishing its freshness and the taste of it on his dry lips. He stood again, a little uneasy on his feet and found himself limping back to the bedroom without the aid of the wall.
He began to put on the neatly folded clothes waiting on a wicker chair, however he discovered this simple task to be laborious as his hands and body seemed in conflict with his mind, causing him to fumble, helplessly, into each item. He sat down on the bed and rested a while before putting on his shirt, catching a glimpse of his reflection in an oblong mirror hanging on the wall.
He went over and touched its glass his eyes following the network of sinister scars fused to his flesh like slivery, tortuous, trails. He let his fingertip absently meander along one, the bitter memory of its origin still strongly entwined around his soul with barbs that would wound for a lifetime. He fought against the pain of recollection throwing the cotton shirt over his back to cover the welts and ridges that puckered his skin, sitting back down on the bed to try and concentrate on the buttons.
"Need any help there?" Jack asked as he watched the Kelownan try to connect button with hole for the forth time.
"Colonel," Jonas said standing to face the doorway while wiping the perspiration from his hands down his jeans.
Jack strode into the room and placed a bottle of beer down on the bedside cabinet, along with the medical equipment that littered its polished surface, before facing Jonas. He took the shirt firmly in his hands and began to fasten it, trying to ignore the burnished skin that adorned the young man's chest. A memory stirred, a reaction to the indignant expression Jonas was trying to hide as he worked his way through each button, a memory of doing the same task for his son.
When he'd finished Jonas sat back down on the bed watching the breeze hide in the curtains. Jack picked up his bottle of beer and sat down beside him, picking at the label, "Cassie said you'd wake up today," the Colonel said to the room.
Jonas smiled and ran his fingers through his untidy hair, making little impression, "in fact," Jack continued, "we were running a book on it."
"Oh," Jonas said, turning to the Colonel, "who won?"
Jack looked at his watch, "Teal'c", he replied with a small nod of his head.
They sat in silence for a moment longer, "Jonas," O'Neill said with a slight cough, "I don't do this so well, that's why I've got Daniel or Sam, hell even Teal'c to usually do all this, this, you know, speech stuff for me," he took another swig from the bottle while the Kelownan looked at the floor, "we've got you a little present, to sorta say thanks, with this being your first time saving the universe and all. You did well kid," Jack added quickly before handing him a neatly wrapped package.
"May I?" The Kelownan asked politely.
"Yeah, knock yourself out," O'Neill said, "you may of noticed it's not a fishing rod," he continued with a smirk, peeling off the remains of the label from the beer.
"So this is the famous O'Neill cabin," Jonas said looking around him before turning his attention back to the glittering package.
Jack nodded, "Yep, best place for I know for some R & R," he stated, patiently watching the young man's trembling hands clumsily unwrap the parcel.
The foil paper fell gracefully to the floor revealing a pair of sunglasses in a pristine black case, "Ray-Ban Predator," Jack enlightened, clicking the case open, "as worn in the film 'Men In Black."
"Thank you Sir," Jonas said, his voice a little shaky.
"Hey, it's from all of us, the General too," O'Neill replied.
"No, Sir, for everything."
Jack sighed, "Jonas you're part of SG1, part of our team, part of our family," Jack stated, then retreated back to his comfort zone, "hell, that food smells good, you hungry?" He asked getting to his feet.
The young man smiled and nodded as O'Neill helped him up, gently linking with the symbol on his hand. Jonas felt a flash of images and sensations flood his mind from the Colonel's subconscious.
"Whoa," O'Neill said, sensing the intrusion in his head and stepped back, "what the.?"
"I, I still have my ability," Jonas said quietly, more to himself than the Colonel, as they both looked down at the intense light radiating from the eye on the young man's palm.
"I'll get you a glove," O'Neill countered as he walked off into another room, "and then get Doc Fraiser in here to give you the once over."
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Jonas sat lazily in the recliner observing the light-hearted buoyancy of his friends floating around him, fuelling the overfed sun with merriment. He closed his eyes listening to the fizz of their conversations, tasting the sugar of their emotions and enriching himself on the champagne of this small moment in time. He inhaled deeply and opened his eyes sensing that Cassie stood before him. The light surrounded her in an aura of gold as the breeze fingered her hair onto her face, which she brushed aside before taking the warmth of his hand in hers.
They walked leisurely away from the group, Jonas limping significantly against her elegant pace and rested on a fallen tree trunk, stripped by time. Their shadows stretched toward the regal presence of Pike's Peak whose venerable head touched the sky divulging the secrets, spoken on the wind, to be judged.
Jonas looked into the day that was sprinkled with pollen, searching for sentences in the muted glow that was yellowing everything with age.
"I felt you with me," he said as the dry grass hushed the playful air, "when I'd given up hope, when the darkness had all but taken me, I felt your light," he swallowed his words, "Cass," he continued, "what you did."
She put her finger to his sensuous lips to stem the stutter of words seeking their freedom, "Jonas, I love you," she replied, her eyes like open wounds, her face freckled against the sun, I, I know you don't feel the same," she turned away to follow a circle of birds drifting with abandonment on a thermal while her heart sank like a rock.
Jonas took his glasses off and fought against light as he slowly guided Cassie's face back toward his with a gentle hand. He smiled at her and swept the loose, gossamer, hair from her eyes before melting his lips tenderly onto hers in a kiss overflowing with truth and promise. This time there was no hesitancy in the pledge of his being, this time the moment sparkled around them in one giant, colourful, leap of faith as their lips danced, sealing their fate like two moths to the flame of love.
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Jack watched the two silhouettes blend into a couple against the backdrop of a contented summer. He thought about striding into the fray with the burger he carried but a soft dissuasive hand on his arm, wrestled him from that decision. His eyes drifted to the horizon while his mind looped, aware of the teasing blue notes of her perfume, reminding him of the ocean, softening the view. He turned to face her, to argue his point but she smiled that smile.
"Sir," Sam began earnestly, her voice poetic and soft coiling around him, "I been thinking about what Jonas said to Six when we shared his memory, 'they push you too hard for one not long made'. Remember in the dormitory there were only small beds, no cots and the one tank, that was left, would have been large enough to take."
"A child," Jack finished.
"I think that's why Jonas is such a quick study because he was 'born' into the body of a six-year-old he had to learn all the things we take for granted in double time."
Jack pondered this for a moment, "sooo, you're saying he's younger than we think?"
Sam nodded and O'Neill turned back to the couple on the log, that would explain a lot, he thought, absentmindedly taking a bite of the burger.
"You know, Carter," he said raising both eyebrows in her direction, "we're off duty, hell, we're celebrating, we saved the world, you can call me Jack."
"I know Sir," she said turning and walking back into the haze with a smile that would melt the sun.
Jack shook his head, looked down at the half-eaten burger and then to Cassie and Jonas, they'll come back when they're hungry enough, he shrugged and followed Sam towards the music of the Stones that travelled on the breeze.
The telephone is ringing I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is it there on the line?" A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?" Well, I guess I'm doin' fine He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise Don't you people ever wanna go to bed? Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have To drive me out of my head?"
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud baby
The end
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Okay that's it for now..
I have a sort of tag on to this but I really need to work on some original stuff for a bit and I really, really need a holiday!!!!!! (ask Sgt Pud-o)
Then, I have to seek out and find a new baddie from the pages of myths and legends for the next instalment..
Thanks to CT for the 'Goa'uld named Colin' idea (hmmm)
Stay safe and a big, gigantic THANK YOU (and hug) to you all.
Me xxx
Disclaimer - they're mine, all mine, nah, only kidding.
The poem - Death is nothing at all - Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918, cannon of St Paul's Cathedral
Get off of my cloud - Rolling Stones
Again, thank you for all your inspiring reviews, this is for you guys ;o)
=====
Jonas's eyes flinched against the light as he struggled to open them oblivious to his surroundings. His body stirred against the crispness of cotton sheets and above him a ceiling fan kept time with his heart. He lay there, for a moment, watching it spin, delighting in the simple pleasure of breathing in the refreshing air that circulated.
He was alone in his head, the universe had gone, his were the only thoughts inhabiting its ambience. His contemplations turned to Mia and the brief moment they had been allowed to share. He felt the pain of loosing her again ply with is heart and yet he knew, more than ever, she was there with him, just in a different room.
He focused on the strong wood beams above his head, clearing the cotton wool that was furring his brain with distant words etched deep in its abyss.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of shadow upon it.
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner
All is well.
The words whispered in the hushed tones of a lullaby, prickling his skin with emotion. He drew his left hand from out of the covers and looked down at the emblem that was glowing in his palm, feeling a peace settle within him.
He dug his elbows into the firm bed and slowly sat up to survey the uncluttered room. His body resisted with an unfamiliar stiffness but he persevered, finally leaning against the carved oak headboard to collect his thoughts and energy.
The cool air hit his naked torso and he smiled at the sensation rubbing his hand across his chest, feeling the life flowing through him. Sunlight spread like melting butter into the room, from a netted window, and he felt the collective comfort of friends.
Outside, birds sang along to the manufacture music drifting in on the reach of the curtains as well as the smell of treated wood and flaming meat.
Jonas smiled and swung his legs out of the bed, again with great endeavour, and tried to stand, using the headboard for leverage. He fought against the spinning in his head and using the wood of the wall for stability made his way to the closet bathroom.
He sat on the cover of the toilet and ran the tap, splashing his face with ice-cold water, relishing its freshness and the taste of it on his dry lips. He stood again, a little uneasy on his feet and found himself limping back to the bedroom without the aid of the wall.
He began to put on the neatly folded clothes waiting on a wicker chair, however he discovered this simple task to be laborious as his hands and body seemed in conflict with his mind, causing him to fumble, helplessly, into each item. He sat down on the bed and rested a while before putting on his shirt, catching a glimpse of his reflection in an oblong mirror hanging on the wall.
He went over and touched its glass his eyes following the network of sinister scars fused to his flesh like slivery, tortuous, trails. He let his fingertip absently meander along one, the bitter memory of its origin still strongly entwined around his soul with barbs that would wound for a lifetime. He fought against the pain of recollection throwing the cotton shirt over his back to cover the welts and ridges that puckered his skin, sitting back down on the bed to try and concentrate on the buttons.
"Need any help there?" Jack asked as he watched the Kelownan try to connect button with hole for the forth time.
"Colonel," Jonas said standing to face the doorway while wiping the perspiration from his hands down his jeans.
Jack strode into the room and placed a bottle of beer down on the bedside cabinet, along with the medical equipment that littered its polished surface, before facing Jonas. He took the shirt firmly in his hands and began to fasten it, trying to ignore the burnished skin that adorned the young man's chest. A memory stirred, a reaction to the indignant expression Jonas was trying to hide as he worked his way through each button, a memory of doing the same task for his son.
When he'd finished Jonas sat back down on the bed watching the breeze hide in the curtains. Jack picked up his bottle of beer and sat down beside him, picking at the label, "Cassie said you'd wake up today," the Colonel said to the room.
Jonas smiled and ran his fingers through his untidy hair, making little impression, "in fact," Jack continued, "we were running a book on it."
"Oh," Jonas said, turning to the Colonel, "who won?"
Jack looked at his watch, "Teal'c", he replied with a small nod of his head.
They sat in silence for a moment longer, "Jonas," O'Neill said with a slight cough, "I don't do this so well, that's why I've got Daniel or Sam, hell even Teal'c to usually do all this, this, you know, speech stuff for me," he took another swig from the bottle while the Kelownan looked at the floor, "we've got you a little present, to sorta say thanks, with this being your first time saving the universe and all. You did well kid," Jack added quickly before handing him a neatly wrapped package.
"May I?" The Kelownan asked politely.
"Yeah, knock yourself out," O'Neill said, "you may of noticed it's not a fishing rod," he continued with a smirk, peeling off the remains of the label from the beer.
"So this is the famous O'Neill cabin," Jonas said looking around him before turning his attention back to the glittering package.
Jack nodded, "Yep, best place for I know for some R & R," he stated, patiently watching the young man's trembling hands clumsily unwrap the parcel.
The foil paper fell gracefully to the floor revealing a pair of sunglasses in a pristine black case, "Ray-Ban Predator," Jack enlightened, clicking the case open, "as worn in the film 'Men In Black."
"Thank you Sir," Jonas said, his voice a little shaky.
"Hey, it's from all of us, the General too," O'Neill replied.
"No, Sir, for everything."
Jack sighed, "Jonas you're part of SG1, part of our team, part of our family," Jack stated, then retreated back to his comfort zone, "hell, that food smells good, you hungry?" He asked getting to his feet.
The young man smiled and nodded as O'Neill helped him up, gently linking with the symbol on his hand. Jonas felt a flash of images and sensations flood his mind from the Colonel's subconscious.
"Whoa," O'Neill said, sensing the intrusion in his head and stepped back, "what the.?"
"I, I still have my ability," Jonas said quietly, more to himself than the Colonel, as they both looked down at the intense light radiating from the eye on the young man's palm.
"I'll get you a glove," O'Neill countered as he walked off into another room, "and then get Doc Fraiser in here to give you the once over."
=========
Jonas sat lazily in the recliner observing the light-hearted buoyancy of his friends floating around him, fuelling the overfed sun with merriment. He closed his eyes listening to the fizz of their conversations, tasting the sugar of their emotions and enriching himself on the champagne of this small moment in time. He inhaled deeply and opened his eyes sensing that Cassie stood before him. The light surrounded her in an aura of gold as the breeze fingered her hair onto her face, which she brushed aside before taking the warmth of his hand in hers.
They walked leisurely away from the group, Jonas limping significantly against her elegant pace and rested on a fallen tree trunk, stripped by time. Their shadows stretched toward the regal presence of Pike's Peak whose venerable head touched the sky divulging the secrets, spoken on the wind, to be judged.
Jonas looked into the day that was sprinkled with pollen, searching for sentences in the muted glow that was yellowing everything with age.
"I felt you with me," he said as the dry grass hushed the playful air, "when I'd given up hope, when the darkness had all but taken me, I felt your light," he swallowed his words, "Cass," he continued, "what you did."
She put her finger to his sensuous lips to stem the stutter of words seeking their freedom, "Jonas, I love you," she replied, her eyes like open wounds, her face freckled against the sun, I, I know you don't feel the same," she turned away to follow a circle of birds drifting with abandonment on a thermal while her heart sank like a rock.
Jonas took his glasses off and fought against light as he slowly guided Cassie's face back toward his with a gentle hand. He smiled at her and swept the loose, gossamer, hair from her eyes before melting his lips tenderly onto hers in a kiss overflowing with truth and promise. This time there was no hesitancy in the pledge of his being, this time the moment sparkled around them in one giant, colourful, leap of faith as their lips danced, sealing their fate like two moths to the flame of love.
=========
Jack watched the two silhouettes blend into a couple against the backdrop of a contented summer. He thought about striding into the fray with the burger he carried but a soft dissuasive hand on his arm, wrestled him from that decision. His eyes drifted to the horizon while his mind looped, aware of the teasing blue notes of her perfume, reminding him of the ocean, softening the view. He turned to face her, to argue his point but she smiled that smile.
"Sir," Sam began earnestly, her voice poetic and soft coiling around him, "I been thinking about what Jonas said to Six when we shared his memory, 'they push you too hard for one not long made'. Remember in the dormitory there were only small beds, no cots and the one tank, that was left, would have been large enough to take."
"A child," Jack finished.
"I think that's why Jonas is such a quick study because he was 'born' into the body of a six-year-old he had to learn all the things we take for granted in double time."
Jack pondered this for a moment, "sooo, you're saying he's younger than we think?"
Sam nodded and O'Neill turned back to the couple on the log, that would explain a lot, he thought, absentmindedly taking a bite of the burger.
"You know, Carter," he said raising both eyebrows in her direction, "we're off duty, hell, we're celebrating, we saved the world, you can call me Jack."
"I know Sir," she said turning and walking back into the haze with a smile that would melt the sun.
Jack shook his head, looked down at the half-eaten burger and then to Cassie and Jonas, they'll come back when they're hungry enough, he shrugged and followed Sam towards the music of the Stones that travelled on the breeze.
The telephone is ringing I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is it there on the line?" A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?" Well, I guess I'm doin' fine He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise Don't you people ever wanna go to bed? Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have To drive me out of my head?"
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud baby
The end
=====
Okay that's it for now..
I have a sort of tag on to this but I really need to work on some original stuff for a bit and I really, really need a holiday!!!!!! (ask Sgt Pud-o)
Then, I have to seek out and find a new baddie from the pages of myths and legends for the next instalment..
Thanks to CT for the 'Goa'uld named Colin' idea (hmmm)
Stay safe and a big, gigantic THANK YOU (and hug) to you all.
Me xxx
