~*~*~*~
Jonas walked slowly, testing the area, as if it were some sort of dream. An unimaginable dream or alternate reality where Jonas Quinn and Jack O'Neill actually got along. He blinked a few times as he regarded Jack leaning, seemingly in boredom, against the large black truck and shifted the weight of his pack.
"Well c'mon then!" Jack called, "Hurry up! The fish are calling!"
Jonas ducked his head in embarrassment and quickly walked up to the Colonel. Jack took Jonas' pack and tossed it into the back of the truck next to his own.
Two hours into the four hour drive, Jack broke the slightly awkward silence and Jonas stopped twidling his thumbs.
"I'm hungry," Jack announced, "Do you want to stop and get a bite to eat? I know a nice little place just up the road?"
"Sure," Jonas replied. As the place came into veiw, Jonas regarded it with scrutiny. "A biker bar, Jack?" Jonas looked worried.
Jack grinned.
~*~*~*~
Jack was still grinning when they entered the bar; Mainly because of Jonas' reaction. The alien's eyes were a wide mixture of awe and fear and his skin was a little more pale than usual.
"It's okay," Jack assured himself, "Just having a little fun... He'll be fine."
Jonas followed Jack to a table and they sat and waited to be waited on.
"Why aren't you smiling?" Jack asked suddenly.
Jonas shrugged, "I've been in a bar before."
"Yeh. But never one on Earth," Jack whispered.
The hairs on the back of Jonas' neck stood up. "Yeh I guess so." And then he smiled.
"Is there a bathroom here?" Jonas asked quietly. Jack motioned towards one off in the far corner, just passed a table full of big, burly leather-clad bikers.
"I'll be right back," Jonas said slowly, "If the waitress comes---"
"Don't worry," Jack said, cutting him off, "I'll order for you."
"I'm not really hungry," Jonas said quickly, "Just order me a banana or something..." and then he got up and walked to the bathroom.
"Banana it is," Jack muttered. He watched Jonas walk away, "What is wrong with you, Jonas? You're never not hungry..."
~*~*~*~
Jonas splashed cold water onto his face and stared blankly at his reflection. He wasn't smiling anymore. He wasn't stupid, he knew what Jack was doing. Testing him. Seeing how far he could go. A test of endurance on Jonas' part. He would just have to wait it out and hope he passed.
The door to the bathroom swung open and a pair of the bikers entered. They sandwiched Jonas at the sinks and started to wash their hands.
"Hey there," one of them said to Jonas in a deep voice, "I'm Jake and this here is my buddy Paul."
"What's yer name sweetheart?" asked Paul.
"Jonas," he replied uneasily, turning off the tap. He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. As he pulled his hands away from the tap, Jake grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward.
"Where ya going Jonas?" Jake asked, "We're just tryin' small talk."
"I gotta get back to my friend..." Jonas weakly said, attempting to pull away.
"You're trying to leave," Paul said profoundly, feigning hurt. "Dontcha like us at all?"
Jonas tried to smile sweetly at them, "Please, let go of my arm."
"Hey Paul!" Jake cooed, "This one is pretty darned cute. And he's all ours..."
Jake grabbed Jonas by the hair and pulled him rougly into a kiss.
Almost helpless against the larger man and unable to see well for his mouth being forcibly occupied, Jonas did the only thing he could do.
Jonas kneed Jake in the crotchial area and got the hell outta there, taking a heavey slap on the face as he did so.
"Took so long I thought you'd drowned yourself in the sink," Jack quipped as Jonas reached the table.
"Can we go?" Jonas asked quietly.
"Go?" Jack asked, "But you didn't get a chance to---"
"I'll eat it later," Jonas replied.
"Ooookay..." Jack watched Jonas as the other man waited for him to stand. Jonas' knuckles, curled tightly around the back of the chair, were turning white.
~*~*~*~
"We're almost there," Jack said to his passenger, "The cabin is just around this corner.
Jonas nodded, absently rubbing his cheek, and smile brightly at the scenary. Nothing within the SGC was this pretty.
"Here we are!" Jack proclaimed, "Welcome to the O'Neill fishing cabin."
Jonas walked slowly, testing the area, as if it were some sort of dream. An unimaginable dream or alternate reality where Jonas Quinn and Jack O'Neill actually got along. He blinked a few times as he regarded Jack leaning, seemingly in boredom, against the large black truck and shifted the weight of his pack.
"Well c'mon then!" Jack called, "Hurry up! The fish are calling!"
Jonas ducked his head in embarrassment and quickly walked up to the Colonel. Jack took Jonas' pack and tossed it into the back of the truck next to his own.
Two hours into the four hour drive, Jack broke the slightly awkward silence and Jonas stopped twidling his thumbs.
"I'm hungry," Jack announced, "Do you want to stop and get a bite to eat? I know a nice little place just up the road?"
"Sure," Jonas replied. As the place came into veiw, Jonas regarded it with scrutiny. "A biker bar, Jack?" Jonas looked worried.
Jack grinned.
~*~*~*~
Jack was still grinning when they entered the bar; Mainly because of Jonas' reaction. The alien's eyes were a wide mixture of awe and fear and his skin was a little more pale than usual.
"It's okay," Jack assured himself, "Just having a little fun... He'll be fine."
Jonas followed Jack to a table and they sat and waited to be waited on.
"Why aren't you smiling?" Jack asked suddenly.
Jonas shrugged, "I've been in a bar before."
"Yeh. But never one on Earth," Jack whispered.
The hairs on the back of Jonas' neck stood up. "Yeh I guess so." And then he smiled.
"Is there a bathroom here?" Jonas asked quietly. Jack motioned towards one off in the far corner, just passed a table full of big, burly leather-clad bikers.
"I'll be right back," Jonas said slowly, "If the waitress comes---"
"Don't worry," Jack said, cutting him off, "I'll order for you."
"I'm not really hungry," Jonas said quickly, "Just order me a banana or something..." and then he got up and walked to the bathroom.
"Banana it is," Jack muttered. He watched Jonas walk away, "What is wrong with you, Jonas? You're never not hungry..."
~*~*~*~
Jonas splashed cold water onto his face and stared blankly at his reflection. He wasn't smiling anymore. He wasn't stupid, he knew what Jack was doing. Testing him. Seeing how far he could go. A test of endurance on Jonas' part. He would just have to wait it out and hope he passed.
The door to the bathroom swung open and a pair of the bikers entered. They sandwiched Jonas at the sinks and started to wash their hands.
"Hey there," one of them said to Jonas in a deep voice, "I'm Jake and this here is my buddy Paul."
"What's yer name sweetheart?" asked Paul.
"Jonas," he replied uneasily, turning off the tap. He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. As he pulled his hands away from the tap, Jake grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward.
"Where ya going Jonas?" Jake asked, "We're just tryin' small talk."
"I gotta get back to my friend..." Jonas weakly said, attempting to pull away.
"You're trying to leave," Paul said profoundly, feigning hurt. "Dontcha like us at all?"
Jonas tried to smile sweetly at them, "Please, let go of my arm."
"Hey Paul!" Jake cooed, "This one is pretty darned cute. And he's all ours..."
Jake grabbed Jonas by the hair and pulled him rougly into a kiss.
Almost helpless against the larger man and unable to see well for his mouth being forcibly occupied, Jonas did the only thing he could do.
Jonas kneed Jake in the crotchial area and got the hell outta there, taking a heavey slap on the face as he did so.
"Took so long I thought you'd drowned yourself in the sink," Jack quipped as Jonas reached the table.
"Can we go?" Jonas asked quietly.
"Go?" Jack asked, "But you didn't get a chance to---"
"I'll eat it later," Jonas replied.
"Ooookay..." Jack watched Jonas as the other man waited for him to stand. Jonas' knuckles, curled tightly around the back of the chair, were turning white.
~*~*~*~
"We're almost there," Jack said to his passenger, "The cabin is just around this corner.
Jonas nodded, absently rubbing his cheek, and smile brightly at the scenary. Nothing within the SGC was this pretty.
"Here we are!" Jack proclaimed, "Welcome to the O'Neill fishing cabin."