1969 Epilogue

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'Michael's been drafted' The words cut like a knife. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair. This war shouldn't be happening. There was nothing he could do about it though. It was simple, he couldn't risk changing the future in such a drastic way. He hadn't needed Carter to tell him that. Michael would have to stay here and face what ever it was that Fate had in store for him.
'You OK sir?'

'Sure Carter, just fine.'

'Don't you wonder what happened to them, Michael and Jenny I mean?'

'No.'

'You don't? You don't want to know if he survived? If he made it to Canada?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Cos I already know.'

'You do?'

'Yeah. I looked them up when we got back.'

'And?'

'And nothing. He was drafted Carter, what do you think happened to him!'

'You mean...'

'He didn't make it. He was killed in action exactly a month after we left. Jenny lived just a few years longer. She ended up hooked on Heroin, got a bad shot one day and died. End of story.'

''Sir!'

He was already walking away though, determined not to let her see how much Michael and Jenny's deaths were affecting him. They hadn't known either of them for long but he'd really liked the couple. It hit him hard to know that the guy had died just a few short weeks after saying goodbye. It was killing him just a little each day to know that he'd thrown away the chance to save them both. Collateral damage. Necessary casualties, sacrificed to ensure the continuity of history.

'This sucks.'


A figure stood alone by a small grave in an out of the way cemetery. It was rarely visited and the grave had fallen victim to the weed that were slowly taking over the cemetery. One more dead soldier losing the final battle, to be forgotten. Slowly, knees protesting Jack nelt by the grave and began to remove the weeds. After several hours work the grave was finally presentable again, fresh flowers sat in a stone vase by the head stone and there was now no sight of the weeds that had obscured the stone. As he rose to his feet a hand reached out to grasp his elbow. Looking up he saw Daniel, Sam and Teal'c standing around the grave.

'He will not be forgotten O'Neill.'

FINIS