I still don't own SG-1 or any of its characters, and the reason I'm saying the disclaimer is because my rats are taking the day off. Treacherous creatures.
I'm placing a tissue box at the front here, you have been warned
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There had been nothing they could do, Earth and Tok'ra medical technology just wasn't that advanced, no sarcophagi were available to them. The funeral had been this morning, it was hard on everyone not just SG-1, the Major had been loved by a lot of people. Jack had barely made it through the service and the wake was not going well for him, a pair of shoes appeared within his field of vision, they moved to his side and then the sofa he was sitting on slid sideways indicating another person had sat down.
"I'm really sorry Jake…I couldn't do anything." Jack found to his horror that his voice had started to break,
"I don't blame you Jack, I blame the Goa'uld. You know I'm sick of all these people telling me how great my daughter was, because I already know." The Tok'ra held the younger man's gaze, Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke,
"Can you imagine what she would be like if she could hear what everyone is saying about her, she wouldn't have a clue what to say." Jacob smiled sadly,
"She never could take a compliment. I'm really going to miss that and the way she never stopped smiling if she could help it." Both men blinked back the tears that were forming,
"I tell you what I'm going to miss. Her confusing the hell out of me with her technobabble, making her blush, and her laughing at my jokes. She's the only one who laughed at my jokes…" Jacob grinned a little at this,
"Making her blush Jack?" Doing a good impression of a deer stuck in headlights Jack stuttered,
"Er…Well...Er…It was cute." Jacob's eyebrows skyrocketed, "I mean it was cute the way this Airforce Major could just blush…See no one understands, she did the same you know. She's evil!" The Tok'ra let out a small chuckle,
"She got you to blush?" Jack's cheekbones turned slightly crimson,
"Er…Yeah." He replied looking just a little sheepish,
"Thank you Jack, I needed this. No one talks about her impish side enough, just do me a favour. Take out that Goa'uld who caused my little girl's death, but tell me when you're going to do it so I can help okay." Both men stood up and they shook hands, both silently agreeing to wage war on this Goa'uld.
"That is one favour I will have no problem with, I just need you to identify the symbol that was on the Jaffa's head."
"No problem Jack."
Looking at the drawing he identified it with ease,
"It's the mark of Sobek?"
"What's so strange about that?" asked the puzzled Colonel, Selmak answered him,
"Sobek was a minor Goa'uld that was supposed to have been killed by the System Lords, he became a threat and was assassinated before he could upset the balance of power of the ruling Goa'ulds."
"Well obviously he's not dead and we've got our target." Stated Jack his eyes and voice cold.
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Sorry, no sarcophagi this time. But who is this mysterious Sobek character? What will SG-1 and Jacob do? Where the hell are my damn muses so they can answer these questions?
I was only kidding about stopping the story if I got no reviews, I'm just happy that I've got some. R & R on this chapter if you like, just no flames…do you have any idea what singed rat smells like?