Drabble for Jack's birthday!!!!
Here we go….
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He woke up just like he did every other day of his life. Got up, brushed his teeth, took a shower, made coffee, but today was not just any other day, today was different. Today he felt….
Old.
Years of running from Jaffa, dieing, watching team mates and friends die, all those Black Ops missions (don't go there Jack) were finally catching up with him, and he felt everyone single year, scar, white hair.
Sitting down, his warm mug between his hands, he thought:
'Was it worth it?'
Hell yeah.
It was what he did, protecting innocent, protecting his team, he couldn't count on anyone else to do it, so he ignored his bad knees that Doc Frasier kept warning him about, and he ignored the way his body froze up when it was cold and rainy and he kept pushing on.
The doorbell rang.
Feeling too old and lazy to get up he yelled, "Who is it?"
"It's me!"
Oh, okay, not one of those door-to-door people everyone hated.
"Let yourself in, it's unlocked,"
"That's a bad habit to get into Jack," Daniel said as he walked through the door, "What if I was a burglar?"
"Then I wouldn't have told you to come in,"
Daniel chuckled as he took something from behind his back and placed it in front of Jack.
"Happy Birthday Jack." He said as he sat down to join him at the table.
Daniel had remembered. 'Of course he had remembered!' Jack chided himself. He had let it slip a long time ago when he and Daniel had had a little too much to drink when his birthday was. He would never be too drunk to let his actual age slip though.
Jack couldn't help the emotions running through him at such a simple gesture, so he said the only thing he could:
"You got me a cake…"