The Stuff of Nightmares Part 17
Refusing a ride back to the airport, he walked through the driving rain, letting it soak him. He held his head down, swallowing his emotions along with the water.
Jack O'Neill didn't do emotions.
He never had.
Perhaps that had always been his problem, his fault.
He walked through the storm, aching all over, as if he had run for miles, going nowhere.
Then the wind touched him on the shoulder and cried one word "remembered" and Jack cried with it.
He had remembered and he knew that he had been redeemed.
He turned for home, just as the sun came out.
The End