The Colonel's Sister
This story and all themes and ideas contained in said story are the sole ownership of J.L. Scott. Any copyright infringements can be prosecuted in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Stargate SG-1 no mine......no money, no sue, please?
"Good morning, Ms. O'Neill" General Hammond greeted the young girl (who wasn't really all that young) as he joined the meeting in the Briefing room a couple of days later.
"Call me Jackie" she said, flipping her hand at him.
"Is your name not Jennifer?" Teal'c asked from across the table. He had sought out Daniel in order to ask about that, but Daniel had had no answer for him. Jackie tilted her head to the side, a very Jack gesture, and simply looked.
"Why yes it is, Teal'c" she answered, and then her countenance changed. She was sometimes very Jack like, and other times a completely different person all together.
"Everybody's always called me Jackie, ever since I was born" she explained.
"They thought it was cute" Jack rolled his eyes. She followed suit.
"Yeah. Like the Kennedy's, you know? Jack and Jackie?" Her eyes met Jack's and they both rolled them again. It was apparently an old grievance.
"Ms. O'Neill" Hammond repeated the formal address, ignoring Jackie's request, "Have you remembered anything that may be of help?"
"Nope" she answered simply.
"I was thinking maybe she should read some of our mission reports, sir" Daniel piped up.
"What for, Doctor?" Hammond asked.
"Well, I thought it might help stimulate some of those memories. If nothing else, it should at least give us an idea about the extent of her subconscious knowledge" Daniel told him.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea, sir" Sam added. Hammond nodded.
"All right"
"Great" Jackie muttered, "More homework" Sam and Hammond both stifled smiles. Everybody seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"What else do we have?" the General inquired, diverting their attention.
"Well, sir, we've basically just been bringing her up to date" Janet reported.
"You know, the highlights. Computers, presidents" Jack smiled wickedly, "Simpsons"
"All right" Hammond repeated, "I suppose there's nothing more we can do. Ms. O'Neill, I'd like you to continue your studies with Doctor Jackson and Major Carter, here on the base" Jackie saluted him.
"Dismissed"
Hours later....
Sam walked into Daniel's office. It was late, but that wasn't unusual. Jackie was sitting at a desk, papers and books laid out before her. Her honey colored hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Jack had taken her shopping yesterday, but they hadn't been out for long. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt over combat boots.
"How's it going?" Sam asked, leaning against the desk and scanning over what Daniel had given her. She couldn't imagine trying to take in the breadth of information that Jackie had to absorb. The girl looked up with a tired expression on her face.
"Is it recess time yet?" she asked with a small smile. Sam smiled back. She could sympathize. She remembered college.
"I've been trying to give her a wide range of information" Daniel told his friend, sipping at his mug of coffee.
"And I thought history was boring" Jackie groaned, "The Future's even worse!" Sam smiled. It was amazing how like Jack she was, in so many ways. She looked at Daniel. He was thinking the same thing.
Just then Jack himself walked in.
"Good evening, campers" he greeted them all. Teal'c came in with him.
"Goin' home, Carter?" he nodded at his 2IC.
"Yes, sir" she answered, "Actually, Teal'c, Daniel and I were going to go out for some dinner. You guys wanna come?"
"Uh, actually, we've got some plans" Jack replied. That sounded somewhat foreboding to his team, but nobody commented.
"Okay" Carter finally said, "Well, we'll see ya tomorrow then"
"Yeah. Come on, Jackie" The girl stood and stretched, saluted the remaining part of SG-1, and followed her brother out the door.
"Wonder what that was all about" Carter commented after they'd both gone. No one answered.
Jack flipped the lid off the cardboard box. Dust lifted up into the air and made him twitch his nose. The tape that had held the lid on was crumbling away and was easy to break. This box had been stuffed away in the garage for nearly 18 years now. The objects inside had a bit of dust gathered on them, but were in other ways just as he remembered them.
"This was all I kept" he told Jackie. It had been all he could bare to keep. She nodded her understanding and waited for him to start pulling things out. On top was a stuffed elephant, rather ragged now, with a big red bow around his neck. It was the gift he'd given his mother when Jackie had been born. She slept with it until she was almost thirteen.
"Hey, I remember you" she said softly, running a hand over the soft fibers that made up it's fur. There wasn't much in the box, now that he looked. He could remember at the time thinking the less he had, the better, but now he wasn't so sure. He wished he had more to remember her by. He pulled a sweater out and handed it to her, a couple little trinkets, a jewelry box that played some unnamable tune and still contained her first set of earrings. Jackie held each object in both hands, smiling as she remembered her early childhood. It hadn't been great, and he wondered what she found to smile about. But that was another thing he remembered about his sister; she always found something to smile about.
At the bottom of the box were some pictures, scattered loosely without protection. Many of them were dog-eared, and the backs were all yellowed with age. He looked at each one before handing it to his sister. Some of them he remembered, barely. Most of them were events he hadn't been there for, birthdays, Christmasses, and a couple with young people he didn't even recognize, friends most likely. He didn't remember her having many friends, but she must have had some. And then he pulled the last two out and had to smile himself.
"Hey, remember this?" he handed the photo over. Jackie's smile grew a bit as she nodded. The first was a photo of the two of them, standing on some beach, soaked from swimming, with ice cream smeared across their faces. They were both laughing. The second was taken a bit earlier in the day, just the two of them, sitting side by side, smiling like there was no pain in the world.
"That was a good day" Jackie said softly, and her smile faded away, "We didn't have too many of those after Mom and Dad died" Jack felt his chest tighten just a bit. He was used to the feeling. Before his parents had died, Jack had at least always made sure he was there for her when he could be. After, he'd pretty much just left her on her own.
"I'm sorry about that" he admitted. She shrugged, though he could tell it was still upsetting for her. After all, to her, it'd only been a few days since they'd fought and he'd left.
"You were gone a lot" she said quietly, not accusing him, just stating a fact.
"I should've been there more" he told her, "You don't know how much I've regretted not being there every day for the last 18 years" She nodded to herself, starring down at the photo still clutched in her hand.
"I missed you" she admitted. Did he hear a tear in her voice?
"I know" he said, "I missed you too" And again he drew her close and just held her, as he should've done so many years ago.
Jackie was sound asleep in her bed. But she didn't know it. Her overloaded mind was throwing images at her, quickly and harshly so that she could barely make any of them out. But she knew they were important. She had to grab hold of them, make them stay. She had to...do something. Faces, colors, objects all swirled by her in a whirlwind. And then a voice, hard to hear through all the visual stimulation, told her what she'd been searching for....
"Jack! Jack!"
Jack opened his eyes, shaken out of sleep by Jackie's strong hands and demanding voice.
"Jackie?" There was a wild look in her eyes. It made him sit up.
"We have to go back to that planet" she said, "We have to go back to that ship!"
This story and all themes and ideas contained in said story are the sole ownership of J.L. Scott. Any copyright infringements can be prosecuted in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Stargate SG-1 no mine......no money, no sue, please?
"Good morning, Ms. O'Neill" General Hammond greeted the young girl (who wasn't really all that young) as he joined the meeting in the Briefing room a couple of days later.
"Call me Jackie" she said, flipping her hand at him.
"Is your name not Jennifer?" Teal'c asked from across the table. He had sought out Daniel in order to ask about that, but Daniel had had no answer for him. Jackie tilted her head to the side, a very Jack gesture, and simply looked.
"Why yes it is, Teal'c" she answered, and then her countenance changed. She was sometimes very Jack like, and other times a completely different person all together.
"Everybody's always called me Jackie, ever since I was born" she explained.
"They thought it was cute" Jack rolled his eyes. She followed suit.
"Yeah. Like the Kennedy's, you know? Jack and Jackie?" Her eyes met Jack's and they both rolled them again. It was apparently an old grievance.
"Ms. O'Neill" Hammond repeated the formal address, ignoring Jackie's request, "Have you remembered anything that may be of help?"
"Nope" she answered simply.
"I was thinking maybe she should read some of our mission reports, sir" Daniel piped up.
"What for, Doctor?" Hammond asked.
"Well, I thought it might help stimulate some of those memories. If nothing else, it should at least give us an idea about the extent of her subconscious knowledge" Daniel told him.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea, sir" Sam added. Hammond nodded.
"All right"
"Great" Jackie muttered, "More homework" Sam and Hammond both stifled smiles. Everybody seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"What else do we have?" the General inquired, diverting their attention.
"Well, sir, we've basically just been bringing her up to date" Janet reported.
"You know, the highlights. Computers, presidents" Jack smiled wickedly, "Simpsons"
"All right" Hammond repeated, "I suppose there's nothing more we can do. Ms. O'Neill, I'd like you to continue your studies with Doctor Jackson and Major Carter, here on the base" Jackie saluted him.
"Dismissed"
Hours later....
Sam walked into Daniel's office. It was late, but that wasn't unusual. Jackie was sitting at a desk, papers and books laid out before her. Her honey colored hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Jack had taken her shopping yesterday, but they hadn't been out for long. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt over combat boots.
"How's it going?" Sam asked, leaning against the desk and scanning over what Daniel had given her. She couldn't imagine trying to take in the breadth of information that Jackie had to absorb. The girl looked up with a tired expression on her face.
"Is it recess time yet?" she asked with a small smile. Sam smiled back. She could sympathize. She remembered college.
"I've been trying to give her a wide range of information" Daniel told his friend, sipping at his mug of coffee.
"And I thought history was boring" Jackie groaned, "The Future's even worse!" Sam smiled. It was amazing how like Jack she was, in so many ways. She looked at Daniel. He was thinking the same thing.
Just then Jack himself walked in.
"Good evening, campers" he greeted them all. Teal'c came in with him.
"Goin' home, Carter?" he nodded at his 2IC.
"Yes, sir" she answered, "Actually, Teal'c, Daniel and I were going to go out for some dinner. You guys wanna come?"
"Uh, actually, we've got some plans" Jack replied. That sounded somewhat foreboding to his team, but nobody commented.
"Okay" Carter finally said, "Well, we'll see ya tomorrow then"
"Yeah. Come on, Jackie" The girl stood and stretched, saluted the remaining part of SG-1, and followed her brother out the door.
"Wonder what that was all about" Carter commented after they'd both gone. No one answered.
Jack flipped the lid off the cardboard box. Dust lifted up into the air and made him twitch his nose. The tape that had held the lid on was crumbling away and was easy to break. This box had been stuffed away in the garage for nearly 18 years now. The objects inside had a bit of dust gathered on them, but were in other ways just as he remembered them.
"This was all I kept" he told Jackie. It had been all he could bare to keep. She nodded her understanding and waited for him to start pulling things out. On top was a stuffed elephant, rather ragged now, with a big red bow around his neck. It was the gift he'd given his mother when Jackie had been born. She slept with it until she was almost thirteen.
"Hey, I remember you" she said softly, running a hand over the soft fibers that made up it's fur. There wasn't much in the box, now that he looked. He could remember at the time thinking the less he had, the better, but now he wasn't so sure. He wished he had more to remember her by. He pulled a sweater out and handed it to her, a couple little trinkets, a jewelry box that played some unnamable tune and still contained her first set of earrings. Jackie held each object in both hands, smiling as she remembered her early childhood. It hadn't been great, and he wondered what she found to smile about. But that was another thing he remembered about his sister; she always found something to smile about.
At the bottom of the box were some pictures, scattered loosely without protection. Many of them were dog-eared, and the backs were all yellowed with age. He looked at each one before handing it to his sister. Some of them he remembered, barely. Most of them were events he hadn't been there for, birthdays, Christmasses, and a couple with young people he didn't even recognize, friends most likely. He didn't remember her having many friends, but she must have had some. And then he pulled the last two out and had to smile himself.
"Hey, remember this?" he handed the photo over. Jackie's smile grew a bit as she nodded. The first was a photo of the two of them, standing on some beach, soaked from swimming, with ice cream smeared across their faces. They were both laughing. The second was taken a bit earlier in the day, just the two of them, sitting side by side, smiling like there was no pain in the world.
"That was a good day" Jackie said softly, and her smile faded away, "We didn't have too many of those after Mom and Dad died" Jack felt his chest tighten just a bit. He was used to the feeling. Before his parents had died, Jack had at least always made sure he was there for her when he could be. After, he'd pretty much just left her on her own.
"I'm sorry about that" he admitted. She shrugged, though he could tell it was still upsetting for her. After all, to her, it'd only been a few days since they'd fought and he'd left.
"You were gone a lot" she said quietly, not accusing him, just stating a fact.
"I should've been there more" he told her, "You don't know how much I've regretted not being there every day for the last 18 years" She nodded to herself, starring down at the photo still clutched in her hand.
"I missed you" she admitted. Did he hear a tear in her voice?
"I know" he said, "I missed you too" And again he drew her close and just held her, as he should've done so many years ago.
Jackie was sound asleep in her bed. But she didn't know it. Her overloaded mind was throwing images at her, quickly and harshly so that she could barely make any of them out. But she knew they were important. She had to grab hold of them, make them stay. She had to...do something. Faces, colors, objects all swirled by her in a whirlwind. And then a voice, hard to hear through all the visual stimulation, told her what she'd been searching for....
"Jack! Jack!"
Jack opened his eyes, shaken out of sleep by Jackie's strong hands and demanding voice.
"Jackie?" There was a wild look in her eyes. It made him sit up.
"We have to go back to that planet" she said, "We have to go back to that ship!"