Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah Stargate ain't mine....
Summary: I usually don't do summaries but I think I need to explain this a little...maybe you can guess where it's leading...this is O'Neill... thinking...
All those years ago when I first joined the Air force-- something happened.
There was a part of myself, within, that was brought to life.
It was a side of myself that in my youth had not been needed. I first noticed it during training when I wanted to give up, when I wanted to go home and forget everything about the military. That side of myself, that I can only describe as the "Hell no," resolve, took over and showed the world what kind of man I could be.
It has become the part of myself that, when faced with an impossible situation, stands up and shouts to the heavens that the world can do its worst to me and I'm still going to win, I'm still going to make it through and I'm not giving up until I get my way...something inside clicks and simply says "That's it..."
This part of my character has saved my life and those under my command more times than I can count in recent years.
I have always welcomed it and never once fought against its wisdom.
It always starts with a rush of fear and stupidity that runs through me all at once as it takes over and I usually don't remember what's happened once I'm back in control...
O'Neill still leaned against the bed behind him, staring off into oblivion...
Jack didn't know what to think. Then man looked like he'd just been shot...or worse. The color had drained from his face and his breathing...was he even breathing?
He walked toward O'Neill cautiously and reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, but before he could ask if he was alright, O'Neill pushed himself from the bed and stormed pass Jack to the door.
Turning around to watch him break into a sprint down the hall, Jack could have sworn that he heard him say something..."That's it?"