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?
Daniel, Sam and Teal'c were all standing at the bottom of the ramp with General Hammond, waiting for them to come through the gate. Janet and her medical team were just rushing in with all of their equipment. Jack didn't notice any of it. He was kneeling on the ramp, Jackie in his lap, laboriously drawing breath. Her blood was soaking Jack's pants, her arms were splayed at an odd angle and the light in her eyes was fading slowly away.
"Jack?" she whispered. Janet and her nurses were trying to crowd around them, trying to pull her out of his arms, but he wouldn't let her go.
"I'm sorry, so...sorry...Jack..." she said, a little trickle of blood falling from the corner of her mouth.
"You hang in there!" Jack ordered, "Don't you die on me, Jackie O'Neill, don't you dare" Her eyelids started drooping over her green eyes, green eyes he would never forget again.
"Jackie!" He couldn't stop his voice from cracking. She took one more breath.
"I'll...miss...you..." Her voice faded away and her eyes closed. She went limp in his arms. Jack couldn't cry. He couldn't speak. His face lost all expression as he stared at her dead face cradled in his hands. The people around him backed off, down the ramp. Janet took her wrist and checked for a pulse. But Jack already knew. He had felt her slip away, beyond his grasp, where he couldn't follow, where he couldn't protect her. He'd failed yet again.
"I'm sorry, sir" Janet said quietly, and then she too stood and walked down the ramp. His friends stood watching, silently, below him. Nobody could move, nobody could make a sound. Nobody would try to go take the body from him. He just knelt there, staring at her, willing her to live again.
"Look" Daniel said quietly. Jack's gaze shifted from his sister's face to the damn stone that lay, unhurt, on her charred chest. It was glowing. The bright glow grew and spread it's light downward. Jack could feel it, could feel its power, and he directed it toward the mess in her chest. Everyone else was staring, amazement and trepidation on their faces, as his eyes closed. He forced the blue light into her, forced it to heal. And it did his bidding. New flesh grew over the destroyed parts, the arteries and veins mended, her lungs inflated as she drew breath again, and her heart began to beat. And still he forced more through her, more, until her skin itself grew over the hole, leaving only the blood on his pants and the hole in her t-shirt as evidence that she'd ever been shot.
Her eyes opened and her head lifted. The blue light vanished and Jack had to let her tumble out of his embrace, the energy to hold her used up. Janet and her medics raced up the ramp again, checking the siblings over.
"She's alive!" Janet yelled, surprise and joy filling her.
"Jack?" Jackie rasped. They were lying side by side on their backs while the medics transferred them to gurneys. Her hand sought his and found it.
"You owe me, little sister" Jack muttered, and Jackie smiled.
Some time later...
"Hey, Colonel, how's Jackie doing?" Sam asked as they stepped off the elevator.
"Oh, she's back to her old annoying self" Jack answered with a smile. She'd been laid up in the infirmary for a couple days after the incident, but Janet had said the Ferling device had done most of the healing. Jack let them believe that it had acted on its own. He hadn't been able to fool Jackie though.
"You used it" she had rasped as soon as Janet had let him out of bed.
"Guess I did" he had answered. She had merely smiled at him.
"She got her own apartment. In Daniel's building actually" he added.
"Really? She decide what she wants to do yet?" Sam asked.
"She wants to finish her degree" Jack answered, "She was in her junior year before"
"What's she study?" Sam asked as they turned a corner.
"Communications" Jack answered, "Expert in cryptology, actually"
"Really?" Sam raised her eye brows, "We could use her around here" They were in Jack's office now. He pulled a picture frame out of his pocket and set it on his desk. Jackie smiled back at him through the plate of glass.
"Yes, we could"
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?
Daniel, Sam and Teal'c were all standing at the bottom of the ramp with General Hammond, waiting for them to come through the gate. Janet and her medical team were just rushing in with all of their equipment. Jack didn't notice any of it. He was kneeling on the ramp, Jackie in his lap, laboriously drawing breath. Her blood was soaking Jack's pants, her arms were splayed at an odd angle and the light in her eyes was fading slowly away.
"Jack?" she whispered. Janet and her nurses were trying to crowd around them, trying to pull her out of his arms, but he wouldn't let her go.
"I'm sorry, so...sorry...Jack..." she said, a little trickle of blood falling from the corner of her mouth.
"You hang in there!" Jack ordered, "Don't you die on me, Jackie O'Neill, don't you dare" Her eyelids started drooping over her green eyes, green eyes he would never forget again.
"Jackie!" He couldn't stop his voice from cracking. She took one more breath.
"I'll...miss...you..." Her voice faded away and her eyes closed. She went limp in his arms. Jack couldn't cry. He couldn't speak. His face lost all expression as he stared at her dead face cradled in his hands. The people around him backed off, down the ramp. Janet took her wrist and checked for a pulse. But Jack already knew. He had felt her slip away, beyond his grasp, where he couldn't follow, where he couldn't protect her. He'd failed yet again.
"I'm sorry, sir" Janet said quietly, and then she too stood and walked down the ramp. His friends stood watching, silently, below him. Nobody could move, nobody could make a sound. Nobody would try to go take the body from him. He just knelt there, staring at her, willing her to live again.
"Look" Daniel said quietly. Jack's gaze shifted from his sister's face to the damn stone that lay, unhurt, on her charred chest. It was glowing. The bright glow grew and spread it's light downward. Jack could feel it, could feel its power, and he directed it toward the mess in her chest. Everyone else was staring, amazement and trepidation on their faces, as his eyes closed. He forced the blue light into her, forced it to heal. And it did his bidding. New flesh grew over the destroyed parts, the arteries and veins mended, her lungs inflated as she drew breath again, and her heart began to beat. And still he forced more through her, more, until her skin itself grew over the hole, leaving only the blood on his pants and the hole in her t-shirt as evidence that she'd ever been shot.
Her eyes opened and her head lifted. The blue light vanished and Jack had to let her tumble out of his embrace, the energy to hold her used up. Janet and her medics raced up the ramp again, checking the siblings over.
"She's alive!" Janet yelled, surprise and joy filling her.
"Jack?" Jackie rasped. They were lying side by side on their backs while the medics transferred them to gurneys. Her hand sought his and found it.
"You owe me, little sister" Jack muttered, and Jackie smiled.
Some time later...
"Hey, Colonel, how's Jackie doing?" Sam asked as they stepped off the elevator.
"Oh, she's back to her old annoying self" Jack answered with a smile. She'd been laid up in the infirmary for a couple days after the incident, but Janet had said the Ferling device had done most of the healing. Jack let them believe that it had acted on its own. He hadn't been able to fool Jackie though.
"You used it" she had rasped as soon as Janet had let him out of bed.
"Guess I did" he had answered. She had merely smiled at him.
"She got her own apartment. In Daniel's building actually" he added.
"Really? She decide what she wants to do yet?" Sam asked.
"She wants to finish her degree" Jack answered, "She was in her junior year before"
"What's she study?" Sam asked as they turned a corner.
"Communications" Jack answered, "Expert in cryptology, actually"
"Really?" Sam raised her eye brows, "We could use her around here" They were in Jack's office now. He pulled a picture frame out of his pocket and set it on his desk. Jackie smiled back at him through the plate of glass.
"Yes, we could"