Part Three
Jack's cabin was... Jonas couldn't even think of a word to describe it and he stood wide-eyed staring at the wooden structure and surroundings.
Jonas thought that Jack couldn't have possibly chosen a better place for it to be as the sun shone down highlighting the lake and making the front
steps glisten. Like a starway to Heavan.
"Welcome to the O'Neill cabin!" interrupted the Colonel, his voice piercing through Jonas' mind.
"It's... nice..." Jonas replied wavering, unsure of what exactly to say.
"So," Jack said, "Let's fish!"
Mere moments later, they had set up two lawn chairs on the dock. They sat for a long time, neither speaking because neither knew what to say. Until something hit Jack.
Jack handed Jonas a fishing pole. Jonas proceeded to smile, his eyes lighting up as he accepted the piece of wood with the attached plastic string.
"Never been fishing before?" Jack asked, a glint of evil in his eye.
"No," Jonas exclaimed, "It's my first time."
Jack's eyes glittered, "I'll teach you!"
"...Oookay..."
"Take the fishing pole..." Jonas took it in his hand. "Okay, now cast the line."
"Cast it? I don't understand...?"
"Throw it."
"Oh. Uh... okay." Jonas looked at O'Neill's face with great uncertainty, raised the rod high backwards and threw it into the deep lake water. He turned to O'Neill to see if he had done it right and mentally cringed.
Jack's face was agaust.
"No!" Jack yelled, watching the thin pole floating upon the water, many metres from shore, "Not the whole thing! Just the line!"
Ooops.
Jonas bit his lip.
"Oh, well, okay. I'll get it."
"Jonas what are you..."
Jack barely got the beginning of his sentance out when Jonas quickly kicked off his boots and socks and dived into the cold water.
Jack stared, stunned, and flopped back onto his chair, fishing pole in one hand, beer can in the other and the brim of his hat guarding wide
unbelieving eyes from the sun.
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud..."
Jonas broke the surface of the lake next to the fishing rod and grabbed it with one hand, raising it high above his head triumphantly. Jack grinned as Jonas went under again; the swimming man forgetting to tread water.
Jack shook his head slightly as Jonas pulled himself up onto the deck, t-shirt (black) and shorts (khaki borrowed from Teal'c) crying water all over the deck.
Jonas handed Jack the fishing pole. "Got it back," he grinned.
"Yeh," Jack grumbled, "I saw."
"A-Are you still gonna teach me?" Jonas asked hopefully, "I really wanna learn. A-And Teal'C and Sam say you know everything about fish..."
Jack grinned inwardly at that. "Maybe tommorrow okay?" Jack pulled himself to his feet and tossed Jonas a towel off the back of the chair, "It's getting late."
Jonas shivered and wrapped the towel around himself, dipping his toes into the cool water. He hadn't noticed that it was getting dark. The sun had almost disappeared, giving the surrounding skies an glowing orangey-red tint.
"You coming in?" Jack called back to him.
"Uh... yeh," Jonas replied slowly, "In a minute okay?"
"Whatever."
Jonas heard the slam of the door behind him and he sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh clean air and reveling at the cool breeze
as it flowed through his hair. There was deffinately nothing like this in the mountain.
Jack's cabin was... Jonas couldn't even think of a word to describe it and he stood wide-eyed staring at the wooden structure and surroundings.
Jonas thought that Jack couldn't have possibly chosen a better place for it to be as the sun shone down highlighting the lake and making the front
steps glisten. Like a starway to Heavan.
"Welcome to the O'Neill cabin!" interrupted the Colonel, his voice piercing through Jonas' mind.
"It's... nice..." Jonas replied wavering, unsure of what exactly to say.
"So," Jack said, "Let's fish!"
Mere moments later, they had set up two lawn chairs on the dock. They sat for a long time, neither speaking because neither knew what to say. Until something hit Jack.
Jack handed Jonas a fishing pole. Jonas proceeded to smile, his eyes lighting up as he accepted the piece of wood with the attached plastic string.
"Never been fishing before?" Jack asked, a glint of evil in his eye.
"No," Jonas exclaimed, "It's my first time."
Jack's eyes glittered, "I'll teach you!"
"...Oookay..."
"Take the fishing pole..." Jonas took it in his hand. "Okay, now cast the line."
"Cast it? I don't understand...?"
"Throw it."
"Oh. Uh... okay." Jonas looked at O'Neill's face with great uncertainty, raised the rod high backwards and threw it into the deep lake water. He turned to O'Neill to see if he had done it right and mentally cringed.
Jack's face was agaust.
"No!" Jack yelled, watching the thin pole floating upon the water, many metres from shore, "Not the whole thing! Just the line!"
Ooops.
Jonas bit his lip.
"Oh, well, okay. I'll get it."
"Jonas what are you..."
Jack barely got the beginning of his sentance out when Jonas quickly kicked off his boots and socks and dived into the cold water.
Jack stared, stunned, and flopped back onto his chair, fishing pole in one hand, beer can in the other and the brim of his hat guarding wide
unbelieving eyes from the sun.
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud..."
Jonas broke the surface of the lake next to the fishing rod and grabbed it with one hand, raising it high above his head triumphantly. Jack grinned as Jonas went under again; the swimming man forgetting to tread water.
Jack shook his head slightly as Jonas pulled himself up onto the deck, t-shirt (black) and shorts (khaki borrowed from Teal'c) crying water all over the deck.
Jonas handed Jack the fishing pole. "Got it back," he grinned.
"Yeh," Jack grumbled, "I saw."
"A-Are you still gonna teach me?" Jonas asked hopefully, "I really wanna learn. A-And Teal'C and Sam say you know everything about fish..."
Jack grinned inwardly at that. "Maybe tommorrow okay?" Jack pulled himself to his feet and tossed Jonas a towel off the back of the chair, "It's getting late."
Jonas shivered and wrapped the towel around himself, dipping his toes into the cool water. He hadn't noticed that it was getting dark. The sun had almost disappeared, giving the surrounding skies an glowing orangey-red tint.
"You coming in?" Jack called back to him.
"Uh... yeh," Jonas replied slowly, "In a minute okay?"
"Whatever."
Jonas heard the slam of the door behind him and he sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh clean air and reveling at the cool breeze
as it flowed through his hair. There was deffinately nothing like this in the mountain.