Title: The Pieces Fit
Rating: G
F.Type: Vignette
Summary: Whenever it seems all hope is lost for his team, Jack figures out how to bring them back home. -Team-

Written before I had even heard of Jack leaving the series; mostly fits, as far as I can tell.

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-The Pieces Fit-
Vignette

Maybe there was some kind of mystic aura about the place. Considering what they'd been through since the place was first made into the SGC, it wouldn't be surprising it were true. But he had found the key to getting them home safely, and 'why' didn't really matter.

Or maybe it was simple. They were a team, as they had proved time and time again, and just because he worked somewhere else now and didn't see that much of them didn't mean a thing. So whenever that red flag came up on a team called SG-1, the entire whole of the Pentagon and White House knew to expect one Jack O'Neill to be flying out of town immediately.

The first couple of times it had happened, a few people had protested. But given the fact that the man didn't give a damn what they thought, combined with the realization that even the President couldn't keep him in D.C., forced them to give it up.

Libby's voice clicked on over the announcement system.

"Almost there, sir." He nodded, though she couldn't see him, and continued to play with the Yo-Yo she had pressed into his hands when he showed up yet again. 'Something to keep you from destroying my plane,' she had told him. Jack smiled half heartedly.

The seatbelt light flashed and he chuckled, ignoring it. She made a habit of doing it anyway.

The landing was, as usual, almost flawless. As soon as they came to a stop he rose and headed for the door, which she came out of her seat to open for him.

"Good luck, sir." Jack nodded once, then disappeared into the dark night where his truck was waiting, as it had been since he had left last.

Yes, maybe there was a kind of mojo about the Mountain Base; whether or not there was, the betting pools had long ago learned not to bet on how late SG-1 would be this time. Because when Jack walked in those doors and stood over the control panels, the chevrons whirred and locked, and the blue glow played on his relieved face as the wayward explorers straggled in.

"Welcome back, SG-1. Debriefing in one hour." And his team nodded in acknowledgment to the announcer and looked up, meeting his eyes as they smiled.

After all, all the pieces of the puzzle had to be in place before it could be finished.

And what a beautiful puzzle it was.

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