DISCLAIMER:I don't own Stargate or any of the characters and I'm not getting paid for this, so please don't sue me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yay, new chapter! Thankyou for all the reviews - they keep me going. Thanks again to my beta. I know this chapter is short, but I'll try and doa longer one next, when the Tok'ra arrive.
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After his encounter with Sam in the corridor, Jack made his way towards the gym, needing to work off some steam. It was here that Daniel found him ten minutes later, beating up a punch bag.
"Uh... Jack?" He asked, nervously.
"What is it Daniel?" Jack asked grimly, continuing to pummel the bag in front of him. Daniel winced slightly. Jack was not in a good mood.
"I just came to see how you're doing." Jack didn't answer and concentrated on the punch bag. Daniel sighed and tried again. "Jack?"
"What?" he growled.
"Well, I thought you might want to talk?" Daniel began to wish that he hadn't decided that this would be a good idea.
"About what?" Jack asked innocently, pretending not to know what his friend was talking about.
Daniel lost it. "About this whole situation! About Sam's memory loss! About you're feeling about this! A...About Sam." He stopped, realising that he may have overstepped the mark.
Jack sighed, and stopped the punch bag from swinging, gripping it on both sides.
"What do you want me to say, Daniel?" He turned to face him. "What do you want me to say?" He turned back to the punch bag, and began to hit at every point he made. "That it's a kick in the teeth that Carter remembers you guys and not me? That it hurts that she doesn't remember me or the experiences that we shared at all, not even remembering me as her CO, let alone as her friend? That every time I look at the woman I love, all I see is this blank look which makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out?" He stopped, as if realising that he had said too much. The punch bag swung idly. "God." He muttered, and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, his head in his hands.
Daniel was slightly shocked. It wasn't often that Jack would be like this, even if he were drunk. He played his cards close to his chest, and was never one to willingly admit his feelings for Sam. Especially not in the way he just had. This was obviously affecting him much more than Daniel had initially thought. He stood and stared at the figure of Jack for a few seconds. He couldn't think when he had ever seen him like this before. It was so out of character for him, that he just looked so... disheartened. He sat down next to Jack on the floor.
"It'll work out, Jack."
Jack turned his head slightly towards Daniel. "How d'ya figure that out?"
"Because the Tok'ra will be here soon, and they'll have the Za'tarc machine and I'm sure that they'll know what to do."
Jack gave a snort of disbelief. His feelings towards the Tok'ra were well known, with the only one that he possibly trusted being Jacob Carter, Sam's father. He considered all the rest to be no better than the Goa'uld and held a deep mistrust for them.
"Yeah, right. Since when have the Tok'ra ever helped us? Whenever they come here, something bad always seems to happen or am I the only one who has noticed that? Those wristband thingies, the Za'tarc incident, when Shaun'auc was killed - in their care, I might add. The only time they ever come to us is when they want help. And if we ever want anything from them in return, do we get it? No, because we're not advanced enough! So excuse me if I don't have much faith in the Tok'ra!" Jack spat out the last word of his rant in anger.
Daniel was slightly inclined to agree with him. The Tok'ra were certainly not the most co-operative of races that they had encountered, and they were one of Earth's closest allies. At least the Tollan had rarely wanted Earth's help. He sighed and stood up.
"Trust me, Jack. It will be okay. Sam will get her memories back and we can all go back to normal." Daniel smiled, and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I hope you're right, Danny, I really do." Daniel ignored the use of the nickname, smiled encouragingly at Jack and then left the Gym. Jack stared after him and completed the unfinished thought aloud to the empty gymnasium. "Because I really don't want to have to split up SG1." He leaned back against the wall again, lost in his own thoughts.
The sirens sounded, signalling a gate activation, startling him out of his reverie. "It's the cavalry." He muttered sarcastically as he stood and ripped off the bindings on his hands. "Let's go say hi."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yay, new chapter! Thankyou for all the reviews - they keep me going. Thanks again to my beta. I know this chapter is short, but I'll try and doa longer one next, when the Tok'ra arrive.
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After his encounter with Sam in the corridor, Jack made his way towards the gym, needing to work off some steam. It was here that Daniel found him ten minutes later, beating up a punch bag.
"Uh... Jack?" He asked, nervously.
"What is it Daniel?" Jack asked grimly, continuing to pummel the bag in front of him. Daniel winced slightly. Jack was not in a good mood.
"I just came to see how you're doing." Jack didn't answer and concentrated on the punch bag. Daniel sighed and tried again. "Jack?"
"What?" he growled.
"Well, I thought you might want to talk?" Daniel began to wish that he hadn't decided that this would be a good idea.
"About what?" Jack asked innocently, pretending not to know what his friend was talking about.
Daniel lost it. "About this whole situation! About Sam's memory loss! About you're feeling about this! A...About Sam." He stopped, realising that he may have overstepped the mark.
Jack sighed, and stopped the punch bag from swinging, gripping it on both sides.
"What do you want me to say, Daniel?" He turned to face him. "What do you want me to say?" He turned back to the punch bag, and began to hit at every point he made. "That it's a kick in the teeth that Carter remembers you guys and not me? That it hurts that she doesn't remember me or the experiences that we shared at all, not even remembering me as her CO, let alone as her friend? That every time I look at the woman I love, all I see is this blank look which makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out?" He stopped, as if realising that he had said too much. The punch bag swung idly. "God." He muttered, and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, his head in his hands.
Daniel was slightly shocked. It wasn't often that Jack would be like this, even if he were drunk. He played his cards close to his chest, and was never one to willingly admit his feelings for Sam. Especially not in the way he just had. This was obviously affecting him much more than Daniel had initially thought. He stood and stared at the figure of Jack for a few seconds. He couldn't think when he had ever seen him like this before. It was so out of character for him, that he just looked so... disheartened. He sat down next to Jack on the floor.
"It'll work out, Jack."
Jack turned his head slightly towards Daniel. "How d'ya figure that out?"
"Because the Tok'ra will be here soon, and they'll have the Za'tarc machine and I'm sure that they'll know what to do."
Jack gave a snort of disbelief. His feelings towards the Tok'ra were well known, with the only one that he possibly trusted being Jacob Carter, Sam's father. He considered all the rest to be no better than the Goa'uld and held a deep mistrust for them.
"Yeah, right. Since when have the Tok'ra ever helped us? Whenever they come here, something bad always seems to happen or am I the only one who has noticed that? Those wristband thingies, the Za'tarc incident, when Shaun'auc was killed - in their care, I might add. The only time they ever come to us is when they want help. And if we ever want anything from them in return, do we get it? No, because we're not advanced enough! So excuse me if I don't have much faith in the Tok'ra!" Jack spat out the last word of his rant in anger.
Daniel was slightly inclined to agree with him. The Tok'ra were certainly not the most co-operative of races that they had encountered, and they were one of Earth's closest allies. At least the Tollan had rarely wanted Earth's help. He sighed and stood up.
"Trust me, Jack. It will be okay. Sam will get her memories back and we can all go back to normal." Daniel smiled, and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I hope you're right, Danny, I really do." Daniel ignored the use of the nickname, smiled encouragingly at Jack and then left the Gym. Jack stared after him and completed the unfinished thought aloud to the empty gymnasium. "Because I really don't want to have to split up SG1." He leaned back against the wall again, lost in his own thoughts.
The sirens sounded, signalling a gate activation, startling him out of his reverie. "It's the cavalry." He muttered sarcastically as he stood and ripped off the bindings on his hands. "Let's go say hi."