Author's Notes: I've been watching a lot of Farscape lately and I found one too many parallels in the universes. This is my 'what-if' story that ties the Farscape Universe to the Stargate Universe and maybe explains why the Sebacians are a bit too paranoid about 'alien contamination.'
Farscape Crew: Commander John Robert Crichton, Jr, Officer Aeryn Sun, Ka D'Argo, Dominar Rygel XVI, Chiana, Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan
8/8/2021 – Minor edits. No story changes.
Soundtrack
-Come Together by The Beatles
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Chapter 1 – The Cabin
Major General Jack O'Neill was feeling a wee bit sorry for himself. SG-1 had called to cancel their planned week-long vacation at the cabin. Yeah, they had to sooth the ruffled feathers of the Timbuktu tribe on planet Whatever. He got that. He really did. Daniel was indispensable. Carter was invaluable. Teal'c and Mitchell were needed to guard their backs. Vala… well, she was useful when they needed to break out of the local lockup. And Jack… was left behind once again.
But knowing how important they were to 'The Program' didn't resolve Jack's disappointment. He had really been looking forward to seeing them again. He had been stuck in DC for too long and he needed their special brand of reality to help him relax.
Instead, Jack had the company of mosquitoes. Not that they were bad company, when they weren't trying to bleed him dry. But they didn't really contribute to the conversation like his old teammates did. No, nothing quite got the old blood flowing like getting Daniel all riled up. Although, baiting Mitchell was almost as much fun.
No, the cabin just wasn't the same without them. It was too quiet, too peaceful. And while Jack liked his solitude, he needed his friends more. He could be miserable and alone in DC. He came up here to spend time with his friends, where they could enjoy this quiet piece of heaven on Earth.
Of course, knowing that Jack's friends were even now enjoying an adventure on planet Whatever battling the fierce yet easily defeated Timbuktu tribe at their own game… well, that just made Jack feel left out, old, and even more alone. Because two things were completely foreign to the DC landscape, polite conversation and a real adventure. Man, could he use a bit of adventure about now, what with the budget review coming up next week and all.
Yup, life sucks for one Major General Jack O'Neill. Even fishing had lost its appeal.
Jack sighed one last time before reeling in his line and packing away his fishing gear. Might as well pack it in before the mosquitoes decided he made a mighty fine feast. With his gear carefully packed away, he went back to the dock for the chair and the cooler.
Jack took one deep breath as he watched the sky fade into twilight. Then he turned and headed back to the cabin. Maybe a nice cozy fire and good book would distract him from his melancholy thoughts. He was two steps from the porch when he was enveloped in the blinding blue light of zat fire. He fought the pain of the blast long enough to make out the smiling face of Aris Boch before falling unconscious.
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