Happy Father's Day, Jack A.K.A: Revelations
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or any of those people in the SGC. However, I do own Shawn, Jaffer, Dotty, and James. (And any of the other original people I might bring into this story.
Author's Note: This chapter will be a short one, but don't worry, they won't all be.
And so we begin...
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"Hey, Jack."
O'Neill looked up from what he was doing when Daniel stuck his head in the door of his office.
"Daniel."
"Want to go get something to eat?"
"No, thanks. I'm not hungry."
"Want to go get something to drink?"
O'Neill shook his head.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I'm not sure. Probably just going to stay home and spend time with Jaffer."
"Why don't the two of you come over?"
"To your place?"
Daniel shrugged. "Why not?"
"Because the last time we were there, Jaffer chewed up your Chinese icon thing, and then threw up on your papyrus scroll?"
"That was a long time ago. He's probably over that stage by now. What do you say?"
Jack shook his head.
"Thanks, anyways, Daniel. I think I'll pass."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Daniel closed Jack's door behind him, and Jack leaned back in his chair and pulled the picture he'd been looking at out from the desk drawer he'd stashed it in when he'd heard Daniel's voice. With a sigh, he went back to what he'd been doing: staring at it and thinking about what might have been.
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"Any luck?"
Daniel almost jumped out of his skin when Fraiser joined him in the hallway, but he shook his head.
"No. I even asked him to come over."
"And he still said no?"
Daniel nodded, not trying to hide his concern.
"How much longer is Sam going to be gone?"
"She won't be back until Monday." It was Friday, then, so another three days.
"He looks awful, Janet."
"I know."
Of course she knew. She was aware of everything that involved the health of the people around her, and Jack O'Neill had definitely been looking off- kilter the last few days. At first, she'd simply attributed it to the fact that Sam Carter was off-world with her father, working on some Tok'ra technology that they'd requested her help with and Janet had assumed Jack was missing her company.
But whatever it was, it was more serious than that. If Jack were lonely, he wouldn't be turning down company. Especially Daniel's, since Daniel was one of the few people Jack actually enjoyed spending time with away from the base.
She'd invited him to her house. Telling him that Cassie would love to see him – playing the kid card – but Jack had turned her down as well. He didn't give a reason, he'd just politely declined. Like he had with Daniel. Whatever it was, he didn't want company.
Hammond had noticed. Teal'c had noticed. Everyone who knew Jack well knew something was wrong, but he clammed up tight when anyone asked him if something was wrong, and his normally expressive eyes were as bleak as his expression. The only person he wanted around him was Jaffer, and Janet had walked in on them once in Jack's office, O'Neill with his arms wrapped around Jaffer, and his face buried against the black fur, obviously seeking comfort from the only person that wouldn't continually ask him what was wrong.
The problem was; something was wrong, and no one knew what it was, or what to do about it, and the only person that might be able to get him to open up and talk about it was Sam, and she was gone.
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or any of those people in the SGC. However, I do own Shawn, Jaffer, Dotty, and James. (And any of the other original people I might bring into this story.
Author's Note: This chapter will be a short one, but don't worry, they won't all be.
And so we begin...
..........
"Hey, Jack."
O'Neill looked up from what he was doing when Daniel stuck his head in the door of his office.
"Daniel."
"Want to go get something to eat?"
"No, thanks. I'm not hungry."
"Want to go get something to drink?"
O'Neill shook his head.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I'm not sure. Probably just going to stay home and spend time with Jaffer."
"Why don't the two of you come over?"
"To your place?"
Daniel shrugged. "Why not?"
"Because the last time we were there, Jaffer chewed up your Chinese icon thing, and then threw up on your papyrus scroll?"
"That was a long time ago. He's probably over that stage by now. What do you say?"
Jack shook his head.
"Thanks, anyways, Daniel. I think I'll pass."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Daniel closed Jack's door behind him, and Jack leaned back in his chair and pulled the picture he'd been looking at out from the desk drawer he'd stashed it in when he'd heard Daniel's voice. With a sigh, he went back to what he'd been doing: staring at it and thinking about what might have been.
...................
"Any luck?"
Daniel almost jumped out of his skin when Fraiser joined him in the hallway, but he shook his head.
"No. I even asked him to come over."
"And he still said no?"
Daniel nodded, not trying to hide his concern.
"How much longer is Sam going to be gone?"
"She won't be back until Monday." It was Friday, then, so another three days.
"He looks awful, Janet."
"I know."
Of course she knew. She was aware of everything that involved the health of the people around her, and Jack O'Neill had definitely been looking off- kilter the last few days. At first, she'd simply attributed it to the fact that Sam Carter was off-world with her father, working on some Tok'ra technology that they'd requested her help with and Janet had assumed Jack was missing her company.
But whatever it was, it was more serious than that. If Jack were lonely, he wouldn't be turning down company. Especially Daniel's, since Daniel was one of the few people Jack actually enjoyed spending time with away from the base.
She'd invited him to her house. Telling him that Cassie would love to see him – playing the kid card – but Jack had turned her down as well. He didn't give a reason, he'd just politely declined. Like he had with Daniel. Whatever it was, he didn't want company.
Hammond had noticed. Teal'c had noticed. Everyone who knew Jack well knew something was wrong, but he clammed up tight when anyone asked him if something was wrong, and his normally expressive eyes were as bleak as his expression. The only person he wanted around him was Jaffer, and Janet had walked in on them once in Jack's office, O'Neill with his arms wrapped around Jaffer, and his face buried against the black fur, obviously seeking comfort from the only person that wouldn't continually ask him what was wrong.
The problem was; something was wrong, and no one knew what it was, or what to do about it, and the only person that might be able to get him to open up and talk about it was Sam, and she was gone.