"I guess you already know that I'm gonna ask you some questions huh?" Jack said coolly, trying to appear friendly to Claire. She only stared back at him. "And I'm guessing you won't make this easy for me?" he added as he sat down across from her.
"Bingo" she said with a cynical smirk.
"Okay, where to start…" Jack sighed; he was not going to have fun doing this, at all.
"What's your name?" she suddenly asked, surprising him. Jack had thought she would be silent during the whole thing and he would get no information out of her.
"Jack O'Neill, two L's" he said lightly, like Daniel he would humour her and answer her questions, to a certain extent that is.
"Well Jack O'Neill, two L's," she began coldly, "why am I here, cause the Doctor said she was testing me for something, and its been a few hours since then, and I'd really appreciate an explanation, but not some lame-ass one I might add" she said tiredly.
"All in good time kiddo," he said kindly. Jack understood why she was angry and confused, hell he would be the same, if not worse, in her position.
"So your name is Claire?"
"Last time I checked it was" she answered.
"And you're sixteen?"
"Yes, and I'm pretty sure you know all this already and are just wasting your time"
"Are you always this mouthy?" he inquired raising his eyebrows.
"Only on all days ending in Y" she retorted. She's good… but not as good as me he thought. Jack rubbed a hand over his face, he had a feeling that if she was the one to break first in this little session they were going to be there for a long time.
"Okay, Doc Fraiser said that you heal really fast, do you know why you can do that?" he tried, getting down to business.
"Nope"
"Have any other doctors ever noticed it?"
"Um if I heal so fast, then what's the point of going to the doctor in the first place?" she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Good point" he said.
"Besides I don't like doctors anyways," she added, more quietly this time.
"Why?" he asked gently, feeling like he was finally getting under her shell. But all he got was a shrug as a response. He didn't say anything else for the moment hoping the silence would get to her and she would continue talking. She folded her hands in front of her on the table and fiddled nervously with one of her rings.
"Why?" he pressed. She looked at him carefully, as if trying to gauge whether or not he could be trusted. After all he had pulled a gun on her, and she sure as hell wasn't about to forget him picking her up over his shoulder in the infirmary.
"I dunno," she said honestly, "I just remember really not liking them when I was real young, and I guess it stuck… besides they ask too many questions" she finished quickly, not meeting Jacks stare. He decided to let her last comment slip for now, but he would remember it for future use.
"Daniel told me you don't remember your parents?" he asked casually. Claire shook her head.
"How old were you when they died?" Claire shrugged once again, still looking at her hands.
"You don't know?" She shook her head sadly.
"Well how long have you been in foster care?"
"Like seven or eight years or something" she said indifferently.
"Then could that be when they died?" Jack said trying to jog her memory.
"I don't know okay?!" he almost jumped slightly at her raised, angry tone of voice. "It's like I never even existed before being in foster care, I can't remember a single thing! I don't know if my parents are dead, or if I was kidnapped, or even if they just didn't want me!" she finished, very close to tears. Jack's heart went out to her. Not knowing if she was simply unwanted for half her life must have been hard.
"Do you remember anything from before?" he asked, both of them understanding what he meant. She frowned slightly and nodded.
"Yeah bits and pieces of things, but nothing makes any sense," she said furrowing her brow.
"Like what?" She looked at him suspiciously.
"Hey I'm just tryin to help ya here kid," he said sincerely.
"Stuff that I remember is like in a different language or something, it's all bunches of symbols and stuff, and weird writing and…" she trailed off.
"And?" he pushed.
"You'll think I'm crazy," she muttered to more to herself then him.
"Try me." He stated, having heard what she said.
"I can remember, sort of, where I lived, but whenever I picture it, it's not like anything I've ever seen before." She answered cryptically. Jack regarded her with a confused look on his face. She sighed and figured she might as well tell him.
"There are two suns in the sky and the stars at night are all different from here, and…" she trailed off again momentarily, "I can remember people, bad people, coming there... they had glowing eyes." She glanced up at Jack and upon seeing his surprised expression, her shoulders slumped in disappointment, she had really hoped that for once someone would believe her.
"Told ya, you wouldn't believe me," she murmured dejectedly.
"Did I say that? No, I didn't think so." He said as-a-matter-of-factly and he pushed his pad of paper forward on the table to her, with a pen. Claire looked at him confusedly.
"Could you draw the symbols and writing you can remember?" he asked genuinely interested in what she had said.
"uh okay," she responded, totally confused, yet at the same time glad that maybe she wasn't just making all these things up after all. And that maybe, just maybe somebody could finally give her answers to her past.
TBC…
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