Title: Consequences
Summary: Mistakes are about to be made.
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: Heliopolis, The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk), Gateworld.
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: This is my knee jerk response to the Jackfic weekly opening sentence challenge. It actually rather startled me because I had no idea what I was writing when I started. This may become the prequel to a story. Thanks to G, Yllek, Annie and Sabine for being my test audience. Feedback would be appreciated.
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Napoleon Bonaparte said "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." The only trouble with that statement lies in an individual's definition of a mistake. My enemy is about to make what I consider to be a huge one. But for me to not interrupt him would be an error on my part.
There are days when I wonder just how my life became this weird and chaotic. I'm not a young man anymore, if anything at all I should be retired and spending time with my grandkids. Instead I find myself fighting a war that 6 yrs ago I had no idea was even being waged yet had already been going long before my grandparents had been born.
I find myself sharing my life with someone in a way so intimate and sometimes confusing that it's beyond description.
I've seen devastating losses suffered by all sides. Some I've mourned.
I watch my daughter fight. Seen her suffer in ways that broke my heart. Yet she does it with a quiet dignity that never ceases to amaze me.
And today I get to watch as Jack O'Neill goads a Goa'uld into taking his anger out on him so they hopefully leave his team alone. The flaw in this plan being that this wannabe god has no reason to keep them alive. Nothing at all that he wants from them. One more insult, and they could find that out the hard way.
They don't know that this Goa'uld doesn't care if they're the much-wanted SG-1 or what he could gain from trading them to someone with an actual grudge against them. They're clueless that they have nothing at all to offer him. Except for the pleasure he is known to take in another being's death.
There's a good reason he's an outcast amongst his own people, even by Goa'uld standards. He disturbs the others. He's probably their equivalent of a sociopath. Never seeing anything but the source of his next 'fix'. Once a minor player tried to broker a deal with him. Gain his support in an attempt to raise their own standing. He snapped the neck of the host and then as the symbiote squirmed away from the body in panic he crushed it. Because he'd said he'd 'felt the urge to'. Not one of them has so much as tried to contact him since.
He doesn't care for power in the way the others do. Probably because he realises he inspires more fear simply by being who he is than he ever could by seeking worship. And it is through fear that power is most frequently obtained.
The mistake this creature is about to make? Simple, he's about to throttle the life from Jack and make his team watch. If he does that they'll seek some kind of retribution. But I know that anything they attempt can only end in their own deaths. It's a an awful catch 22. They can't win. And here I am leaning against the wall trying to find the strength, as Selmak tries desperately to heal my earlier injuries, to stop this somehow. To find a way to prevent any death here.
Summary: Mistakes are about to be made.
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: Heliopolis, The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk), Gateworld.
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: This is my knee jerk response to the Jackfic weekly opening sentence challenge. It actually rather startled me because I had no idea what I was writing when I started. This may become the prequel to a story. Thanks to G, Yllek, Annie and Sabine for being my test audience. Feedback would be appreciated.
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Napoleon Bonaparte said "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." The only trouble with that statement lies in an individual's definition of a mistake. My enemy is about to make what I consider to be a huge one. But for me to not interrupt him would be an error on my part.
There are days when I wonder just how my life became this weird and chaotic. I'm not a young man anymore, if anything at all I should be retired and spending time with my grandkids. Instead I find myself fighting a war that 6 yrs ago I had no idea was even being waged yet had already been going long before my grandparents had been born.
I find myself sharing my life with someone in a way so intimate and sometimes confusing that it's beyond description.
I've seen devastating losses suffered by all sides. Some I've mourned.
I watch my daughter fight. Seen her suffer in ways that broke my heart. Yet she does it with a quiet dignity that never ceases to amaze me.
And today I get to watch as Jack O'Neill goads a Goa'uld into taking his anger out on him so they hopefully leave his team alone. The flaw in this plan being that this wannabe god has no reason to keep them alive. Nothing at all that he wants from them. One more insult, and they could find that out the hard way.
They don't know that this Goa'uld doesn't care if they're the much-wanted SG-1 or what he could gain from trading them to someone with an actual grudge against them. They're clueless that they have nothing at all to offer him. Except for the pleasure he is known to take in another being's death.
There's a good reason he's an outcast amongst his own people, even by Goa'uld standards. He disturbs the others. He's probably their equivalent of a sociopath. Never seeing anything but the source of his next 'fix'. Once a minor player tried to broker a deal with him. Gain his support in an attempt to raise their own standing. He snapped the neck of the host and then as the symbiote squirmed away from the body in panic he crushed it. Because he'd said he'd 'felt the urge to'. Not one of them has so much as tried to contact him since.
He doesn't care for power in the way the others do. Probably because he realises he inspires more fear simply by being who he is than he ever could by seeking worship. And it is through fear that power is most frequently obtained.
The mistake this creature is about to make? Simple, he's about to throttle the life from Jack and make his team watch. If he does that they'll seek some kind of retribution. But I know that anything they attempt can only end in their own deaths. It's a an awful catch 22. They can't win. And here I am leaning against the wall trying to find the strength, as Selmak tries desperately to heal my earlier injuries, to stop this somehow. To find a way to prevent any death here.