Structural Integrity by etrangerici (G)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, George Hammond, Janet Frasier
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen, Post-episode - Shades of Grey,
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3200
Author on DW:etrangerici
Link: Structural Integrity
Author's Summary:
Author archived this on AO3 from her Dreamwidth.
Nothing says ‘Welcome back’ and ‘Glad you’re not a treasonous thief’ like the return of his tags, a couple of sets of BDUs, and the contents of his locker.
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a perfect coda to Shades of Grey where SG-1 comes back together after Jack's 'treason' and mission to search out the group stealing alien artifacts.
The story is at its best as Daniel dissects what happened and why Jack went along with the scheme in the first place.
A short, powerful piece.
His mind kept ambushing him with memories of the mission. Images popping up in a demented slide show: facing off with Teal’c at the entrance to the infirmary - click - Carter’s face on Tollana - click - Maybourne’s smug satisfaction - click - Daniel stalking out of his living room. He ruthlessly cut off those thoughts, but it was difficult. Daniel’s retreating footsteps and the quiet snick of his front door latch - the sounds haunted him. Even in retrospect, it somehow seemed worse that Daniel hadn’t slammed the door. Final, like the last word in an argument that allowed for no possible response.
Janet finally released him. He snagged the duffel and left the infirmary. His plan was locker room, shower, out. The empty SG-1-shaped spaces around him left him feeling untethered and unreal and wondering when he’d started depending on them being there. Not the time to dwell on it. Later. He wanted a drink but knew walking into a bar would be a mistake. He was primed for a fight, which made going out in public career suicide. He was meant to be resuming a position of responsibility at the SGC, soothing fears and keeping up morale. He’d need discipline, patience and an even temper. Tapped out and thin-skinned was not part of the brief. Suck it up, Airman.
Swinging through the locker room door, Jack almost ran into Teal’c. The Jaffa was planted, immovable and implacable, directly in his path. Jack stopped. In an eye blink, options spooled through his head: evade, confront, mock, retreat; in the end, he went with none of them. He waited, eyes fixed straight ahead and slightly unfocused.
“O’Neill, are you well?”
Jack blinked. “Well?”
“Indeed.”
Jack opened his mouth, tried to push out the ‘Yeah, fine,’ and found the words wouldn’t come. He hitched a shoulder in a half-shrug.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, George Hammond, Janet Frasier
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen, Post-episode - Shades of Grey,
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3200
Author on DW:
etrangericiLink: Structural Integrity
Author's Summary:
Author archived this on AO3 from her Dreamwidth.
Nothing says ‘Welcome back’ and ‘Glad you’re not a treasonous thief’ like the return of his tags, a couple of sets of BDUs, and the contents of his locker.
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a perfect coda to Shades of Grey where SG-1 comes back together after Jack's 'treason' and mission to search out the group stealing alien artifacts.
The story is at its best as Daniel dissects what happened and why Jack went along with the scheme in the first place.
A short, powerful piece.
His mind kept ambushing him with memories of the mission. Images popping up in a demented slide show: facing off with Teal’c at the entrance to the infirmary - click - Carter’s face on Tollana - click - Maybourne’s smug satisfaction - click - Daniel stalking out of his living room. He ruthlessly cut off those thoughts, but it was difficult. Daniel’s retreating footsteps and the quiet snick of his front door latch - the sounds haunted him. Even in retrospect, it somehow seemed worse that Daniel hadn’t slammed the door. Final, like the last word in an argument that allowed for no possible response.
Janet finally released him. He snagged the duffel and left the infirmary. His plan was locker room, shower, out. The empty SG-1-shaped spaces around him left him feeling untethered and unreal and wondering when he’d started depending on them being there. Not the time to dwell on it. Later. He wanted a drink but knew walking into a bar would be a mistake. He was primed for a fight, which made going out in public career suicide. He was meant to be resuming a position of responsibility at the SGC, soothing fears and keeping up morale. He’d need discipline, patience and an even temper. Tapped out and thin-skinned was not part of the brief. Suck it up, Airman.
Swinging through the locker room door, Jack almost ran into Teal’c. The Jaffa was planted, immovable and implacable, directly in his path. Jack stopped. In an eye blink, options spooled through his head: evade, confront, mock, retreat; in the end, he went with none of them. He waited, eyes fixed straight ahead and slightly unfocused.
“O’Neill, are you well?”
Jack blinked. “Well?”
“Indeed.”
Jack opened his mouth, tried to push out the ‘Yeah, fine,’ and found the words wouldn’t come. He hitched a shoulder in a half-shrug.
