This is not beta'd. This is revision number.. I don't remember. .
TheseOld Hands
Spoiler alert::::: Spoiler alert
Author: bunsdarien
Rating: PG (Later chapters will go up-but not much. Do we really want to read about them doing it at that age? Def. not me!)
Category: Angst, pre-slash WIP
Pairing: None(not in this one)
Season: Future 15 years.
Spoiler: UN AIRED EPISODE: THREADS. Abyss, Full Circle
Series: depends on how this one floats.
Synopsis: God, how he missed him.
Notes: Un'Beta'd. It's pretty mellow. No sex. No curses. This is from an email Chaff's brother sent. I have For warned ya all, so no complaints about spoilers. Though, it's just basic stuff I read off Gate world and changed a bit. This is a redo of one I was writing, and didn't want to get killed by posting.
I said I would never write another character death. And I didn't... Well kind of.. Read and see.. I think this one is more general, but with slash tones. So I'm posting it as pre-slash. I will probably take this off, and rewrite. There is more, but I want to see how this flies.
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Character Death:(Ascends), Some spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of value. Don't own them. I accept reality!! Enough said!
These Old Hands... Thread Spoiler.
"LIFE IS NOT A JOURNEY TO THE GRAVE WITH THE INTENTION OF ARRIVING
SAFELY
IN A PRETTY AND WELL PRESERVED BODY, BUT RATHER TO SKID IN SIDE-WAYS,
THOROUGHLY USED UP, TOTALLY WORN OUT, AND LOUDLY PROCLAIMING: WOW....
WHAT
A
RIDE
In his car he sits.
He looks down.
These old hands.
How, they once had such control.
A firm grip on his P90.
A tight fist to the face.
He held the power.
A strong leader to many.
A career that became his life
Now, they are useless.
Pain of age has set in.
Relying on a stick, to keep him from buckling down.
He's old and it shows.
He's old and he knows it.
It's obvious every morning as he looks in the mirror.
The god's have not been kind.
Hair pure white as snow, now lays where brown once was..
His once handsome features now covered by wrinkles and scars.
He hates getting up.
Hates what his life has now become.
Does not like what he sees every morning in the mirror.
But still, he lives on.
Alone in his self made misery.
He remembers the past.
A love that could not be, nor last.
Daniel.
Those bright blue eyes.
That inquisitive nature.
That rare smile that would brighten any darkened room.
Cheer up even the grouchiest Colonel.
God, how he missed him.
He could of lied to himself fifteen years ago. Told himself that what Sam Carter had offered him was indeed what he wanted. She broke her engagement to tell Jack how she felt. She was positive he felt the same.
But, he didn't.
And she was in shock.
Told her that it wasn't her he loved.
She knew who.. He could see it in her eyes.
Disgust filled her face as she spat out his name.
Using it in vain over and over again.
She was angry. But she had no right to wish him harm.
Cursed Jack to spend the rest of his miserable life alone.
In which he has.
He left that life, many years ago. There was nothing left for him anymore.
He was gone.
Jack ran away. The pain was too much to bear.
Sam's anger and spite didn't calm with the death.
If fact she bathed in the knowledge that she held.
Made every day hell for the broken hearted man.
Until he just moved away.
Unable to take it any longer.
Now he lives his life one day at a time.
As the strain on his heart grows heavier over each passing year.
It is his time. Let the god's be kind.
Please end his pain.
Make it all just go away.
He exits his car.
Walking gingerly toward his son's grave.
Bending down to kneel by the grave, he let's out a pained moaned.
Tears fall from his eyes, as he wipes the leaves away from the engraved name.
"I love you, Charlie."
Tears fall from his eyes, as the heavens open wide.
Tears from the angels fall from the sky.
Losing his grip on his cane, Jack starts to collapse down.
"I got you." Is hears from behind.
"Not letting go. Not again."
Slowly he turns his head. Shock evident in his face as he stares at his friend.
Touching him..
Not all glowly.
Gripping him tightly.
Hair, much non-exsistant. And grey
And in his eyes, he can see..
Daniel's much older....
Tears fall down Daniel's eyes, tighting his grip on Jack.
"Daniel?" Jack says. Voice broken.
Daniel smiles and lets go just a little so he can face his friend.
"Yes," He shakes his head. Leaning into Jack's hand as it cups his cheek.
Jack shakes his head in disbelief.
How?
What?
Remembering the day Teal'c told him that Daniel had come to say goodbye.
He was dying and chose to go with Oma, instead of fighting for life.
Jack prayed every night that Daniel would come and tell him why he left.
Why he never said goodbye?
It made no sense that he interfered when Anubis was destroying abdyos.
And how he visited him, helping him when Ba'al tortured him to his death over and over again.
But not once in 15 years had he heard a word from the archaeologist.
Who he thought was flying high in the sky with the glowy bunch.
But to find out he was alive, and well much older.
Tightening his fingers into what was left of Daniel's now Grey locks.
He pulls him weakly toward his lips.
Chapped lips meet and mingle with such passion of lost time.
Jack finally pulls away. Pushing himself away from his son's grave, and Daniel.
Anger suddenly surging through his blood.
Pain of loss evident in his eyes.
"Where?" He spat out.
"Where the hell have you been? !"
TBC