Stargate Macgyver crossover fic. One off. And I don't own either. Got that? If I did I'd be on holiday somewhere nice instead of spending my week off at home – because I can't afford to go to work. No seriously. So if you enjoy – please R&R cos I'm certainly not getting paid any other way….
Brothers-In-Arms.
The room, illuminated only by the fading light of day was still. Long shadows cast by the furniture across the floor, was all that filled the room, except for the lone man sitting silently in contemplation.
Jack O'Neill sat, bottle of beer in hand and saluted a dusty photograph. Only a fingerprint smeared on the glass of the frame had shifted the dust. Jack's fingerprint.
Jack drank some of the beer, lost in memories. His team, SG1 had left the base, like he had. Each team member off to continue their lives. Tonight, Jack had left alone.
He rubbed his hands on his trousers, the dust, both real and imaginary shifting, like his thoughts.
Jack's mind meandered through a part of his past that he never shared. Before SG1, before Abydos, before Charlie, before even Sarah.
He stood, walked over to the photograph and picked it up. Putting his beer bottle down in its place he proceeded to wipe the dust away from the glass gazing at the figures in the photograph.
He shut his eyes tightly for a moment, and anyone who caught his expression would have had a rare glimpse beneath a mask that Colonel Jack O'Neill never took off.
Less than seconds later the mask was firmly back in place, he replaced the bottle with the photograph and sat back down in his chair. Raising a mock salute to the photograph with his beer bottle he swigged back the rest of the beer.
He nodded to himself as he clambered back out of the chair putting his empty beer bottle aside. He picked up the photograph and went upstairs.
Although he knew his house wasn't bugged due to his thorough and regular checking, the habits of nearly a lifetime were hard to shake. Finally he opened the store cupboard where he kept the photograph. He traced his fingers around the two figures in the photograph, speaking almost silently,
"I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for a lot of things," He paused and took a breath, "But I want you to know that I never forgot. Never."
Replacing the photograph with infinite care, Colonel Jack O'Neill closed the box and then shut the cupboard doors.
"Happy Birthday Angus." He whispered, gazing longingly at the doors. "Happy Birthday Brother."
End.
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Yeah weird – what can I say? I was sitting in the most boring lecture on the planet….. R&R please!