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Reliving Pain

=Rush's P.O.V=

I leant against the edge of the balcony and watched Alex and Telford, they appeared to be getting into some sort of tiff from this angle, I watched the Brit throw her hands up in annoyance before turning and storming away from Telford back into the hangers underneath the base complex.

I shook my head lightly. He must have truly fucked up the jet if she's that pissed off about it. I followed the Brit with my eyes as she came back out with another person, one of her own team of four, both had a set of tools in their hands as they started to work on the jet left in the middle of the runway, smoke streaming from one of the engines and from the gun mounted to the wing.

I shook my head again watching Alex as she started work on the engine. I ran my eyes over her, she was only two inches taller than me at 5ft10in with jet black hair and blue irises that looked like they'd been carved from ice, she wore a scar to her chin and another three circular ones to the skin over her heart, I still had yet to get the full story about what had happened but I knew as much that it had ended her career as a fighter pilot.

I watched her work, hands moving quickly as she spun the spanner around releasing a plate from the side of the plane. The Brit wasn't the usual type of woman I liked, she was dangerous, a dare devil, adventurous, slightly eccentric, smart, brave, athletic and sometimes very quick to anger, she was tattooed with several different tattoos and wore all her scars, tattoos and injuries with pride, she didn't usually dwell on the little things except when they mattered, the one thing I didn't admire about her was how willing she was to give up her life, she had no problems accepting dangerous tasks, she had no problems stepping between a bullet and someone else, perhaps it was the military side of her that wouldn't allow an innocent to be harmed or perhaps it was just her, I could never really tell, the lines with her would blur from time to time to the point it was difficult to tell just who she was.

I lit another cigarette and leant against the balcony again, the Brit was stood underneath the wing of the jet looking up and pointing towards something now, her lips moving as she explained something to the younger man beside her. Maybe tonight she'll be free for a change. I ran my eyes over the jet before shaking my head and laughing softly. Probably not, she'll be working on that thing all damn night. I ran a hand over the aching muscles in my neck and flicked the ash off the end of my cigarette. God damn it Nick, you're like a fucking school boy with a crush, grow up already. I growled softly crushing the end of my cigarette into the ashtray. I need to get back to work. I turned away from watching Alex work and headed back towards the gate room where my whiteboard was set up.

=Alex's P.O.V=

I sighed angrily banging my head lightly against the side of the jet. "Fucking Telford, I told him not to fly the god damn jet, so what does he do?" I snapped angrily. "He goes and flies the god damn thing, fucking prick," I turned towards Greg as he started laughing and narrowed my eyes. "What?" I snapped.

"You," He stated motioning to me. "You really don't like Telford do you?"

"However could you tell?" I asked, the sarcasm dripping from my words.

"Oh, I don't know, perhaps the fact you got into a verbal spat with him before when he brought the jet back, or perhaps the fact you keep cursing him every ten seconds"

"All I'm saying is that he knew the jet was still under repair and took it up anyway," I put my hands up in defense before looking to Young as he started towards us. "Now you're either here because of this," I nodded to the jet. "Or because I called Telford a fucking prick that never listens and telling him he should go jump in a god damn Naquadria pit" I added very quickly biting back a triumphant grin knowing I'd gotten under Telford's skin so much that he had to go to Young about me.

Young nodded lightly. "Do I even want to ask what set you off?"

I turned and motioned to the jet behind me. "This, this set me off," I stated. "He took out the god damn jet I spent all day yesterday fixing and he fucked it up, I told him not to take it out, that I was still working on it but does he listen? No, of course not," I huffed slightly folding my arms over my chest effectively smearing grease over my arms, I growled softly wiping my hands down my jumpsuit and sighed heavily before looking to Young sheepishly. "Look I'm sorry alright, I really am but he's a fucking prick, I told him that this specific jet wasn't to leave the ground until I'd finished with it which I hadn't, he seems to forget the painstaking work I have to put into each fucking jet to get it off the ground and into the air, the painstaking work I have to put into them to maintain them when he insists on going for a flyover as fucking training practice!"

Young waited a second before answering. "Are you done?"

I swung back round to Young giving him a dead pan look. "Done? Am I done? Of course I'm not bloody done, I'm not done with the god damn jet, which I won't be for fucking days now by the way, and I sure as shit ain't done with my rant," I exhaled sharply and nodded. "I am done now however," I stated turning away and marching back to the jet and to Greg who was sitting there laughing his ass off. "Back to work" I stated clipping him roughly round the back of the head before picking up a screwdriver and heading to the back of the jet to fix the engine that had blown.

"So what's happened to the engine?"

"I won't know until I get a better look at it, it sure as hell isn't getting done this afternoon, it's getting too late," I nodded to the skyline. "Go and get some dinner, I'll haul this bastard back into the hanger and try fix it somewhat before I go get mine"

"Do you need me to come back?"

I shook my head. "No, go do whatever you need to, I'll be fine"

Greg gave a nod and wiped his hands down his overalls before heading towards base again. I watched him for a second before shaking my head lightly and laughing softly before settling back into work.

I stood next to Rush who was tapping his whiteboard marker against his chin as his eyes slowly crawled over the ancient proof on the board in front of him. He couldn't make any sense of it and I sure as hell couldn't. "You know, I think it would be quite fun to learn some of this sometime"

He turned to look at me then back at the board. "You would?"

"Have I never mentioned I absolutely thrive off learning new things? Languages, how something works, you know, the usual shit," I grinned softly. "I swear if you'd seen me as a kid you would have thought I was a kid that was tweaking, I used to pull apart phones, TV's, radios hell I pulled apart my father's car engine at one stage just to see how it ran," I bit back an even larger grin. "I, of course, put it all back together before he even knew about it"

He looked at me wide eyed for a minute before slowly turning back to the board in front of him. "You just gave me an idea Colonel"

"I did?"

He nodded wiping the board clean and started from scratch writing out part of the equation.

"Colonel O'Rourke come in"

"This is she"

"You're needed back on earth, gather some gear and report to the teleport area so the Hammond can pick you up"

"What? Why?"

"Not sure but General O'Neill said he wants to speak to you personally"

I clenched the radio groaning softly as I lowered my head resting the radio against my forehead. "This can't be good; hopefully I'm not getting my ass handed to me over last week's incident with Telford"

"What happened last week?"

"Do you not remember us getting into a fight on the tarmac?"

Rush thought for a second before laughing softly. "Aye, I do now, if I remember correctly you won several personnel some money"

I chuckled lightly at the fact they'd been betting on Telford and I before looking to the radio before sighing softly. "Suppose I need to go and see what my punishment is," I murmured before clicking the radio on. "Copy that, I'll be there soon" I looked to Rush before giving him a soft grin. "Talk to you later Doctor Rush, that is, of course, assuming I come back"

"Aye" He murmured tapping his marker against his chin again, leaving me to gather my things and head to the teleporter.

I took a seat across from O'Neill and cleared my throat. "If this is about last week I can explain"

"Last week?" He furrowed his brow. "Oh you mean that thing with Telford," He waved his hand. "I think you can be forgiven for that"

I grinned lightly and pushed back my fringe before nodding. "Thank you sir"

He nodded before handing me a set of folded papers. "This is for you," He looked away briefly before looking back. "You might want to fill it out after I tell you what's happened"

I furrowed my brow briefly and glanced up from the folded papers. "What do you mean?"

"Your husband Sean, he was in a car accident"

I felt my heart stop; I knew exactly what the next words would be out of his mouth. "Is he..."

He nodded lightly. "I'm sorry Alex"

I nodded lightly forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat before clenching the papers in my hands. "Thank you for telling me" I murmured before standing and looking up.

He nodded again as he stood. "Take as much time as you need"

I nodded and turned away exhaling slowly, my world was falling apart even more so than usual.

I jolted up and groaned softly glancing around the dark empty hanger, it was silent, the only person down here was me. I sat up and looked around from my spot in the cockpit of the jet and sighed deeply rubbing at my eyes, the tears were threatening to fall again, just as they had all those months ago when I'd first found out about Sean death.

I rubbed at my aching neck and looked to the dashboard of the jet before resting back in the seat, I exhaled slowly and brushed away the tears from my cheeks before setting back into work on the electrical systems that had shorted only a few hours before.

So this had taken me all day to post because the site has been an SOB and wouldn't let me log in, so here we are now, enjoy and I'll be updating/have already updated my HP VS IH and Stolen Tune fics.