Torn

by Kiwi4624

Disclaimer: well … yeah not mine and will never be … tear …

AN : the title of this wont make sense for some time but yeah it will make sense if I keep writing this … ill have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow….

Jacks POV

"Daniel find your rocks, Sam dig up your dirt, Teal'c watch their sixes"

God I will never get used to this…

"SG-1 you have a go."
"Yes, sir" Carter said looking up at me only for the briefest moments then turning back to my, damn it, her team. "Let's go guys." And with that I was left alone, well not counting the hundred or so people under my command still in the building.

"Sir!" damn!

"Yes Siler?"
"Nothing sir, you just were standing there for a while and well... never mind sir."

"Oh, sorry Siler." And I'm off to try to finish my paperwork and make a dent in the ever-so-important mountain of memos. Cause the SGC can't wait one freaking day to find out what next years lunch menu is going to be! It's February for Christ's sake!

People always knew that within a couple hours of SG-1 leaving on a mission not to cross paths with Gen. O'Neill unless it was absolutely necessary, but today he seemed to especially 'eerked' (as Jack would put it) more than other days.

There was a bored as hell man and Jack was him name-O, J, A, C, K, …. "Damn I cant even make up a song to preoccupy me." He said aloud. I cant do this! And with that thought Jack stood out of his chair, walked out of his office locking the door on his way out, and went and changed into his civvies and was just in the elevator when that chevron guy jumped out at him almost giving him a heart attack.
"Jesus Christ Sgt. what ARE you trying to do!"
"Sorry Sir, but Gen. Hammond sent this to you."
"Well put it on my desk Walter."
"Its been on your desk for a week now."
Jack mouthed 'Oh' and took the envelope.
"See you tomorrow sir."
"Yeah, see you later." And with that Jack entered the elevator and started to the surface.

What to do tonight …. Alright its 2000 hours so I got some time before I can even possibly try to fall asleep. Jack thought as he finished signing out at the last checkpoint, and pulled out of the parking lot. Every time SG-1 was out on a mission Jack never slept right. Even when he tried to drink himself to sleep, the first time SG-1 had an overnight mission, didn't work. But what it did do was make him somewhat hostile to the marines of SG-3 the next morning at their 0700 briefing. He normally doesn't mind SG-3 briefings cause they get to kick ass all the time and never go on scientific excursions, so he at least understands what they are talking about. But boy did he let them have it what they asked him near the end of the briefing when they insisted on screaming (talking to most people who aren't dealing with a hangover) the final reports of their recent training exercises.
It just never felt right for them to be out there without me there to protect them. I know that's retarded and somewhat cocky but still its just, God I don't know, Jesus Christ! Jack just stopped before hitting the minivan in front of him so he decided it would probably be best if he concentrated on the drive home before he got into any heavy thinking.
He pulled into his drive and practically crawled into the house. Being a General just isn't what everyone cracked it up to be. Hammond set me up. He thought as he fetched himself a Guinness and sat down on his couch and turned on the TV, flipping through channels.
Simpsons…. Simpsons…. Simpsons…. Simpso AH there we go!

AN : please review and let me know if I made any mistakes or anything and how you like it… feedback PLEASE lol  …