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Character's Full Name: Jack O'Neill
Character's Canon: Stargate
Character's Canon Point: Stargate Atlantis 3x11 - "The Return pt. II"
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What would you like your character's tag to be?: jack o'neill
Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...
Character's background (their past and present):
Jack O’Neill’s entire life, in one way or another, has been tied up with the USAF since he turned 18. Raised by a single mother in Minnesota, Jack always wanted to fly and the best way to make that happen was to enlist, so he did. He ran special ops in the Middle East during the 1980s, got married, had a kid and life was, well, pretty damn perfect. But bad things don’t always happen to bad people and Jack’s life was no exception to that. His son, Charlie, accidentally shot himself with Jack’s service weapon and that single event sent his life into a major tailspin. He grew distant from his wife, eventually divorcing her, and took on a suicide mission with the USAF for the Stargate project: go through the gate to a planet named Abydos, blow it up, save the world. It was a fool’s errand and Jack was fool enough to take it.
A strange thing happened on Abydos, though, and Jack pulled through the mission having made a friend in Dr. Daniel Jackson and of the Abydonian people, especially Skaara, who reminded him of his son. While he still tendered his resignation to the Air Force, he was in a better place, and things were finally looking up. When interest renewed in gate travel and in Abydos, it’s Jack that they recruit back to the project and in spite of his reluctance, he ended up commanding the flagship team, SG-1, along with Jackson, Captain Samantha Carter and Goa’uld-supplicant-turned-ally Teal’c.
Over the next ten years, Jack would save the world over and over again, first from the Goa’uld, semi-immortal beings who touted themselves as gods and thought of humans as cattle and later against the Replicators and eventually against the Ori, a threat even more dire than the Goa’uld. He saw the gate program evolve from one trip to one planet to trips all over the Milky Way and Pegasus galaxies and rose in the ranks from colonel to two star general and the director of Homeworld Security, the last stop in Earth’s defenses. Generals don’t normally get to engage in gate travel and when the IOA and Homeworld Security want to oversee the progress in Atlantis personally, Jack jumps at the chance to do something other than sit behind a desk. Little does he know that the Asurans, Pegasus Galaxy’s form of Replicators, have hijacked Atlantis and left the team there with little option other than to blow up the city: Jack’s standing orders.
Character's personality:
While far removed from the suicidal bordering on insane man he was just after the death of his son, Jack is far from the model of a USAF general. He is irreverent, sarcastic and has a blatant disregard for authority in spite of the fact that he is, for the most part the authority. He isn’t good at compromise or negotiation and in spite of all this, he gets the job done.
Jack is doggedly determined, even when a logical person would give up, and closed doors are something to be blown through with C4 instead of a stopping point. He is loyal to his team and self-sacrificing and would much rather blow his own ass up than see anyone under his command injured or compromised. He isn’t the smartest guy in the room (Carter and Jackson have that sewn up) and he’s not always the brawniest but he has enough dedication and guts to pull himself through the diciest of situations, especially when the odds are not in his favor.
While Jack is the first guy to admit he’s not very bright, he has a tendency to play down his intelligence so that others underestimate him and he’s excellent at reading people and judging character. He’s damn good at keeping a secret, which has served him well in both personal and professional endeavors and he keeps his emotions close to the chest both out of professional necessity and to protect himself. Jack has trouble forming close relationships and when threatened, pushes away those he loves instead of risking another devastating loss like his son. Generally speaking, he’s more likely to make light of a serious situation with an off-color joke than have any heart-to-hearts just before a firefight and he doesn’t like considering the possibility of failure. He can, and will, make decisions for the good of the many rather than the few but he tries to make those situations come up few and far between.
While his individual qualities don’t exactly lend themselves to making a great leader and a brilliant military tactician, there’s more to Jack O’Neill than the sum of his parts and he’s always going to put himself between those he loves and danger, even if it means taking a bullet or three and it’s that selflessness that makes him the general that Earth needs running the show.
Character's skills/abilities/powers:
Jack is a career Air Force man and has spent time in special forces as well as in admin. He's got familiarity with flying most standard USAF planes in addition to alien tech from the Goa'uld and the Asgard. He carries the Ancient gene, which means he can use Ancient technology.
Any special equipment your character is bringing along? This includes weaponry, magic items, etc.: His side arm, a zat (energy weapon) and his uniform.
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ten_fwd from another game? If you are, which game?: n/a
If you answered yes above, briefly summarize how they were changed by and what challenges they faced in the climate of their previous game(s): n/a
Why do you want to play this character in Ten Forward, and what do you plan to do with them?
I think there is a depth to Jack that many people (myself included) can miss on the first glance. While it is insanely fun to play a witty, sarcastic character, there is a subtlety to Jack O'Neill that can only truly be explored through in depth writing and character development. The environment of the game, taking Jack from a heated situation in his own canon that he is in the midst of handling, is enough of a stressor that Jack would be able to evaluate his own motives and methods of engagement and perhaps let his team (or what is there of his team) know that he actually does care about them. I hope to be able to develop meaningful CR with the SG-1 characters currently in game: Carolyn Lam and Jonas Quinn.
One of the things I truly enjoy about pan-fandom RP is the ability to interact with people from another fandom and I have missed being able to do this with Jack since I haven't had him in a proper game for quite a while. Additionally, Jack is familiar with Star Trek in his own canon and I feel like he would be absolutely fascinated with winding up on the Enterprise and be able to jump into gameplay easily from day 1.
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Character's Full Name: Jack O'Neill
Character's Canon: Stargate
Character's Canon Point: Stargate Atlantis 3x11 - "The Return pt. II"
Character's Journal Name:
has_2lsWhat would you like your character's tag to be?: jack o'neill
Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...
Character's background (their past and present):
Jack O’Neill’s entire life, in one way or another, has been tied up with the USAF since he turned 18. Raised by a single mother in Minnesota, Jack always wanted to fly and the best way to make that happen was to enlist, so he did. He ran special ops in the Middle East during the 1980s, got married, had a kid and life was, well, pretty damn perfect. But bad things don’t always happen to bad people and Jack’s life was no exception to that. His son, Charlie, accidentally shot himself with Jack’s service weapon and that single event sent his life into a major tailspin. He grew distant from his wife, eventually divorcing her, and took on a suicide mission with the USAF for the Stargate project: go through the gate to a planet named Abydos, blow it up, save the world. It was a fool’s errand and Jack was fool enough to take it.
A strange thing happened on Abydos, though, and Jack pulled through the mission having made a friend in Dr. Daniel Jackson and of the Abydonian people, especially Skaara, who reminded him of his son. While he still tendered his resignation to the Air Force, he was in a better place, and things were finally looking up. When interest renewed in gate travel and in Abydos, it’s Jack that they recruit back to the project and in spite of his reluctance, he ended up commanding the flagship team, SG-1, along with Jackson, Captain Samantha Carter and Goa’uld-supplicant-turned-ally Teal’c.
Over the next ten years, Jack would save the world over and over again, first from the Goa’uld, semi-immortal beings who touted themselves as gods and thought of humans as cattle and later against the Replicators and eventually against the Ori, a threat even more dire than the Goa’uld. He saw the gate program evolve from one trip to one planet to trips all over the Milky Way and Pegasus galaxies and rose in the ranks from colonel to two star general and the director of Homeworld Security, the last stop in Earth’s defenses. Generals don’t normally get to engage in gate travel and when the IOA and Homeworld Security want to oversee the progress in Atlantis personally, Jack jumps at the chance to do something other than sit behind a desk. Little does he know that the Asurans, Pegasus Galaxy’s form of Replicators, have hijacked Atlantis and left the team there with little option other than to blow up the city: Jack’s standing orders.
Character's personality:
While far removed from the suicidal bordering on insane man he was just after the death of his son, Jack is far from the model of a USAF general. He is irreverent, sarcastic and has a blatant disregard for authority in spite of the fact that he is, for the most part the authority. He isn’t good at compromise or negotiation and in spite of all this, he gets the job done.
Jack is doggedly determined, even when a logical person would give up, and closed doors are something to be blown through with C4 instead of a stopping point. He is loyal to his team and self-sacrificing and would much rather blow his own ass up than see anyone under his command injured or compromised. He isn’t the smartest guy in the room (Carter and Jackson have that sewn up) and he’s not always the brawniest but he has enough dedication and guts to pull himself through the diciest of situations, especially when the odds are not in his favor.
While Jack is the first guy to admit he’s not very bright, he has a tendency to play down his intelligence so that others underestimate him and he’s excellent at reading people and judging character. He’s damn good at keeping a secret, which has served him well in both personal and professional endeavors and he keeps his emotions close to the chest both out of professional necessity and to protect himself. Jack has trouble forming close relationships and when threatened, pushes away those he loves instead of risking another devastating loss like his son. Generally speaking, he’s more likely to make light of a serious situation with an off-color joke than have any heart-to-hearts just before a firefight and he doesn’t like considering the possibility of failure. He can, and will, make decisions for the good of the many rather than the few but he tries to make those situations come up few and far between.
While his individual qualities don’t exactly lend themselves to making a great leader and a brilliant military tactician, there’s more to Jack O’Neill than the sum of his parts and he’s always going to put himself between those he loves and danger, even if it means taking a bullet or three and it’s that selflessness that makes him the general that Earth needs running the show.
Character's skills/abilities/powers:
Jack is a career Air Force man and has spent time in special forces as well as in admin. He's got familiarity with flying most standard USAF planes in addition to alien tech from the Goa'uld and the Asgard. He carries the Ancient gene, which means he can use Ancient technology.
Any special equipment your character is bringing along? This includes weaponry, magic items, etc.: His side arm, a zat (energy weapon) and his uniform.
Are you bringing your character to
ten_fwd from another game? If you are, which game?: n/aIf you answered yes above, briefly summarize how they were changed by and what challenges they faced in the climate of their previous game(s): n/a
Why do you want to play this character in Ten Forward, and what do you plan to do with them?
I think there is a depth to Jack that many people (myself included) can miss on the first glance. While it is insanely fun to play a witty, sarcastic character, there is a subtlety to Jack O'Neill that can only truly be explored through in depth writing and character development. The environment of the game, taking Jack from a heated situation in his own canon that he is in the midst of handling, is enough of a stressor that Jack would be able to evaluate his own motives and methods of engagement and perhaps let his team (or what is there of his team) know that he actually does care about them. I hope to be able to develop meaningful CR with the SG-1 characters currently in game: Carolyn Lam and Jonas Quinn.
One of the things I truly enjoy about pan-fandom RP is the ability to interact with people from another fandom and I have missed being able to do this with Jack since I haven't had him in a proper game for quite a while. Additionally, Jack is familiar with Star Trek in his own canon and I feel like he would be absolutely fascinated with winding up on the Enterprise and be able to jump into gameplay easily from day 1.
Writing Sample #1: Here
Writing Sample #2 (optional): Here
I have more if you need them!
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Apr. 20th, 2014 12:56 pmJack has experienced his fair share of weirdness over the years. There's the whole Stargate thing, for one, which basically jump-started his triple black ops career and there's everything he's experienced from the Goa'uld to the Replicators to the Asgard hijacking him more or less against his will and that hasn't even touched the weirdness of the island.
Oh yes, the island. Hotel California wrapped up in an innocuous little paradise wrapping, that was the island, except the part where his former self somehow managed to jump ship only to come back older and with less of a memory. Yeah. That hadn't been awkward at all but he and Carter had pushed through it somehow. He thinks it probably helped (a lot) that Carter had all these memories of being in love with him and married to him and starting a family together - Jack was pretty quick to hop on board that ship because, honestly, that's all he'd ever wanted anyway. But the island had a tendency to screw with people when they least wanted or expected it so what should have been an idyllic little existence was a little on edge and he and Carter were always looking back over their shoulders to make sure the furniture hadn't come to life or their kids hadn't disappeared or, heaven forbid, one of them didn't disappear again.
Carter had gotten through that with grace. Jack isn't so sure he would have been able to manage losing her. She's always been the stronger one.
Today, though, he's not thinking about anything weird. It's a nice little Easter, warm and sunny, and there's nothing weird attacking the island and his kids are happy and healthy. Janet's toddling around on chubby little legs and William's thoughtfully picking up every Easter egg and examining it within an inch of its life before putting it in his basket and it's sweet, in a way, to get to engage in this kind of relaxed domesticity. He pushes open the door to their house and herds the kids inside.
"Get a move on, kids, you're going to miss lunch." Jack leaves the door open for Carter and follows the kids inside, frowning a little when the interior of his little island-built house looks a hell of a lot like a swank hotel and nothing like the house he and Carter had built with their own two hands.
"Carter? You got my six back there? Looks like the island's up to tricks again." Seriously, he's convinced this place is run by Ba'al, even though Carter says that Ba'al's turned up his toes and is completely eradicated. That seems too good to be true, just like this hotel thing that's just shown up inside his house.
"Better leave that door open behind you, too. Might need to make a quick getaway." Janet starts barreling off toward God only knows what and Jack just hopes his knees hold out until she's an adult because he's seriously, seriously too old for this crap.
Oh yes, the island. Hotel California wrapped up in an innocuous little paradise wrapping, that was the island, except the part where his former self somehow managed to jump ship only to come back older and with less of a memory. Yeah. That hadn't been awkward at all but he and Carter had pushed through it somehow. He thinks it probably helped (a lot) that Carter had all these memories of being in love with him and married to him and starting a family together - Jack was pretty quick to hop on board that ship because, honestly, that's all he'd ever wanted anyway. But the island had a tendency to screw with people when they least wanted or expected it so what should have been an idyllic little existence was a little on edge and he and Carter were always looking back over their shoulders to make sure the furniture hadn't come to life or their kids hadn't disappeared or, heaven forbid, one of them didn't disappear again.
Carter had gotten through that with grace. Jack isn't so sure he would have been able to manage losing her. She's always been the stronger one.
Today, though, he's not thinking about anything weird. It's a nice little Easter, warm and sunny, and there's nothing weird attacking the island and his kids are happy and healthy. Janet's toddling around on chubby little legs and William's thoughtfully picking up every Easter egg and examining it within an inch of its life before putting it in his basket and it's sweet, in a way, to get to engage in this kind of relaxed domesticity. He pushes open the door to their house and herds the kids inside.
"Get a move on, kids, you're going to miss lunch." Jack leaves the door open for Carter and follows the kids inside, frowning a little when the interior of his little island-built house looks a hell of a lot like a swank hotel and nothing like the house he and Carter had built with their own two hands.
"Carter? You got my six back there? Looks like the island's up to tricks again." Seriously, he's convinced this place is run by Ba'al, even though Carter says that Ba'al's turned up his toes and is completely eradicated. That seems too good to be true, just like this hotel thing that's just shown up inside his house.
"Better leave that door open behind you, too. Might need to make a quick getaway." Janet starts barreling off toward God only knows what and Jack just hopes his knees hold out until she's an adult because he's seriously, seriously too old for this crap.
house building (for Sam)
Apr. 6th, 2013 05:11 pmJack's glad the kids are up at the Children's Office today because while he loves them, he doesn't want them getting hurt while he's building and he thinks Carter's probably got the same idea. Considering he recently broke his thumb right by himself, there's no way he wants to risk hurting one of the kids on sheer accident.
The frame is up and has been for a while but today they're working on walls and Carter's along to figure out how she wants to run power and plumbing (and, let's face it, to also help with walls because she can hold her own and then some.) While Jack thinks he knows a little something about that, he's no engineer, and it's best to just leave it to her and make sure it's Done Right.
They have a pitcher of water they've been sharing, since it's just plain hot out on the island and Jack pauses for a minute to get something to drink, glancing over at Carter once he's slaked his thirst.
"How's it coming so far?"
The frame is up and has been for a while but today they're working on walls and Carter's along to figure out how she wants to run power and plumbing (and, let's face it, to also help with walls because she can hold her own and then some.) While Jack thinks he knows a little something about that, he's no engineer, and it's best to just leave it to her and make sure it's Done Right.
They have a pitcher of water they've been sharing, since it's just plain hot out on the island and Jack pauses for a minute to get something to drink, glancing over at Carter once he's slaked his thirst.
"How's it coming so far?"
for Sam [timed to March 11]
Mar. 16th, 2013 12:43 amWith one newly-bandaged thumb and a stern warning from Sam-clone the doctor, Jack heads back home. Except, since he's so close to Sam's place anyway having been at the Compound, Jack decides to swing by and see about her and the kids before he goes home for the night. Maybe he can keep from spilling the beans about the house he's building until there's, you know, an actual house to show off. He doesn't suspect he can keep it secret for long but he wants to try.
He's feeling a lot better since he got the good drugs at the clinic (for a given amount of good - it's still really just aspirin, isn't it?) and he's in good spirits when he knocks lightly on Carter's door.
"Carter? You home?"
He's feeling a lot better since he got the good drugs at the clinic (for a given amount of good - it's still really just aspirin, isn't it?) and he's in good spirits when he knocks lightly on Carter's door.
"Carter? You home?"
Valentine's Day
Feb. 10th, 2013 05:01 pmFor the most part, it looks like a regular day. There's a couple people who seem to be talking in rhyme but, hey, that's not so bad considering Carter had acted like it might be the end of the world. Luckily for everyone involved, the Zimmermans seem to be nice and normal too so the kids are staying with them for a few hours while he and Carter have some time...alone.
He's decided to wear his dress blues since it's a date and they're the nicest thing he has but once he actually turns up on Carter's doorstep, he honestly thinks he's maybe overdressed. It's a freaking tropical island, after all, and this is just...two friends hanging out on a commercial holiday. Or something.
Still, as nervous as he is he still wants to spend some time with her so he knocks lightly at the door and tries to look like he's not fidgeting while he waits for her to answer.
He's decided to wear his dress blues since it's a date and they're the nicest thing he has but once he actually turns up on Carter's doorstep, he honestly thinks he's maybe overdressed. It's a freaking tropical island, after all, and this is just...two friends hanging out on a commercial holiday. Or something.
Still, as nervous as he is he still wants to spend some time with her so he knocks lightly at the door and tries to look like he's not fidgeting while he waits for her to answer.
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Jan. 6th, 2013 11:25 pmJack has been spending the last few days getting his new digs cleaned up and kid-proof because that's an actual concern for him now. He's never really been too terrible but years of being on a desk instead of in the field has bred out some of the order and the neatness and replaced it with good, old-fashioned "just leave shit everywhere."
But that's not good enough for William and Janet and Jack wants to do better. He's mostly got it all sorted out and is settled on his little couch with the fishing tackle his previous version had gotten for some holiday present. Jack had been pleased to learn his boat had not disappeared when the island came back and he wants to go out in it as soon as he can.
He's tying flies when he hears a knock at his door and figures it's either one of two people: Carter, or Jane. Both have small kids so he takes a moment to put all the tackle away before going to answer the door.
He is not going to earn himself a trip to see Carter's twin in the clinic if he can possibly help it.
But that's not good enough for William and Janet and Jack wants to do better. He's mostly got it all sorted out and is settled on his little couch with the fishing tackle his previous version had gotten for some holiday present. Jack had been pleased to learn his boat had not disappeared when the island came back and he wants to go out in it as soon as he can.
He's tying flies when he hears a knock at his door and figures it's either one of two people: Carter, or Jane. Both have small kids so he takes a moment to put all the tackle away before going to answer the door.
He is not going to earn himself a trip to see Carter's twin in the clinic if he can possibly help it.
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Dec. 25th, 2012 06:30 pmIt's been a long time since Jack had any kids underfoot to plan Christmas for. While he always got Cassie a present, it had been up to Janet to actually play Santa. He'd barely been home for Charlie's Christmases but the few times he had been, it'd been wonderful.
And now he gets to play Santa for his own kids, though he doesn't know them that well yet. He and Carter had decided to give them things that were mostly edible and homemade since she'd told him everything store-bought would disappear after the New Year. It would be hard on a kid to lose their toys and Jack agreed.
Still, there's plenty to set up and lay beneath the tree and he's still stuck under there when he hears footsteps behind him. Uh oh. He hopes it isn't William and he tries to carefully back out, hitting his head on a lower branch in the attempt.
"Uh, buddy? Are you out of bed?"
And now he gets to play Santa for his own kids, though he doesn't know them that well yet. He and Carter had decided to give them things that were mostly edible and homemade since she'd told him everything store-bought would disappear after the New Year. It would be hard on a kid to lose their toys and Jack agreed.
Still, there's plenty to set up and lay beneath the tree and he's still stuck under there when he hears footsteps behind him. Uh oh. He hopes it isn't William and he tries to carefully back out, hitting his head on a lower branch in the attempt.
"Uh, buddy? Are you out of bed?"
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Dec. 5th, 2012 09:56 pmJack doesn't actually get drunk drunk but he gets tipsy enough that he's not comfortable going around Carter and the kids until his head's more clear. It gets that way later on after switching beer for water and it's late and cold by the time he loads himself into a cab and heads back to her place. The ghostly cab driver is weird but, hey, the fare is free, and when he turns up at her building, a ghostly doorman is more than happy to let him in.
He pauses at her door for a moment, hand hovering over the wood, and wonders if he ought to knock. The baby and William are probably sleeping and he doesn't want to wake them up if he can help it. Still, he has no other place to go and if he does wake them, he really hopes Carter understands just the bind he's in.
He finally does knock, a few short raps against the door, and waits because he knows Carter has good ears and banging down the door's only going to wake up the kids and make this more of a mess than it already probably is gonna end up being.
Oh boy.
He pauses at her door for a moment, hand hovering over the wood, and wonders if he ought to knock. The baby and William are probably sleeping and he doesn't want to wake them up if he can help it. Still, he has no other place to go and if he does wake them, he really hopes Carter understands just the bind he's in.
He finally does knock, a few short raps against the door, and waits because he knows Carter has good ears and banging down the door's only going to wake up the kids and make this more of a mess than it already probably is gonna end up being.
Oh boy.
Of all the fool damn things he’s done over the years, Jack is pretty sure that diving into icy cold water is way, way up on the list. McKay needs him to drain the jumper bay and apparently the only way to do that is to dive down there, look around for some switch, and flip it. McKay seems to think it’s pretty obvious but apparently Jack’s having an obtuse day - none of these controls seem obvious in any sense of the word.
The cold seeps in almost down to his bones and his lungs are burning from lack of air. He can hold his breath for a decent amount of time but he’s got no idea which of these switches he’s supposed to be pushing or pulling. Nothing to do but go back up and bark at McKay until he can give him a better description of what is and isn’t obvious on Atlantis. Damn Ancients. Why couldn’t it have been one of those ATA activated things where he could just think “open” from up on the ground, dry, and skirt around this whole mess?
When he breaks the surface again, Woolsey is there looking all expectant-like and Jack wishes like hell he had something to tell him. Thing is, he doesn’t and Woolsey isn’t the one he needs to talk to anyway.
“Did you do it?” Jack shakes his head and holds out his palm. “Radio.” Woolsey hands it over with a minimum of fuss but he’s still hovering and Jack knows that he’ll have to feed him something just to keep him from panicking and revealing their position. First things first, he’s got to talk to McKay.
“McKay. You and I have very different definitions of the word obvious.” McKay squawks a little, out of his element, and Jack interrupts him. “There are dozens of controls down there and I wouldn’t even know how to describe.” Still, he and McKay come to some kind of consensus that the emergency switch should be toward the middle of the console and extremely prominent. Jack hopes, for everyone’s sake, that he’s right.
He’s not really fond of going back in the water but a little cold water’s hardly the worst thing he’s faced in twenty plus years of a decorated military career. If Sheppard and his team can pull off this rescue, it will have been more than worth it for Jack to get hypothermia and frostbite. More than worth it. He takes in a deep breath and goes back under, swimming to the center of the room and pushing at a likely switch.
It seems to be draining the room, so Jack releases it, only to see the water rush back in. Great. One more trip topside to inform McKay that he’s a complete idiot and he’s back in the water again, hopefully for the last time. He pushes at the switch and ignores the burn in his lungs, ignores the way his vision goes black around the edges. When everything starts feeling fuzzy and he feels light-headed, he keeps holding on, knowing that everyone’s fate pretty much depends on Sheppard and the rest of them getting into Atlantis to take it back from these damn replicators.
He focuses on that, the rescue, and it feels like time slows down and he’s suspended for a little while. The big difference is that he feels like he’s sprawled out on a flat surface and while he’s wet and cold, it doesn’t feel like he’s underwater anymore. He gasps in a deep breath, chokes on it, and spends the next few seconds coughing and sputtering and wondering where in the galaxy he’s wound up. Replicators. Of course. Like as not, he’s in a room somewhere with some alien’s hand in his head and none of this is even real. When he hears footsteps, he decides to go on the offensive.
“Look. You’re not getting anything from me. Hell, I don’t even know anything. You captured the wrong guy if you wanna know how to get from Pegasus to Milky Way because I don’t even know how the damn gate works, much less that bridge Carter and McKay dreamed up. Completely out of luck.”
There. That should satisfy them, right?
The cold seeps in almost down to his bones and his lungs are burning from lack of air. He can hold his breath for a decent amount of time but he’s got no idea which of these switches he’s supposed to be pushing or pulling. Nothing to do but go back up and bark at McKay until he can give him a better description of what is and isn’t obvious on Atlantis. Damn Ancients. Why couldn’t it have been one of those ATA activated things where he could just think “open” from up on the ground, dry, and skirt around this whole mess?
When he breaks the surface again, Woolsey is there looking all expectant-like and Jack wishes like hell he had something to tell him. Thing is, he doesn’t and Woolsey isn’t the one he needs to talk to anyway.
“Did you do it?” Jack shakes his head and holds out his palm. “Radio.” Woolsey hands it over with a minimum of fuss but he’s still hovering and Jack knows that he’ll have to feed him something just to keep him from panicking and revealing their position. First things first, he’s got to talk to McKay.
“McKay. You and I have very different definitions of the word obvious.” McKay squawks a little, out of his element, and Jack interrupts him. “There are dozens of controls down there and I wouldn’t even know how to describe.” Still, he and McKay come to some kind of consensus that the emergency switch should be toward the middle of the console and extremely prominent. Jack hopes, for everyone’s sake, that he’s right.
He’s not really fond of going back in the water but a little cold water’s hardly the worst thing he’s faced in twenty plus years of a decorated military career. If Sheppard and his team can pull off this rescue, it will have been more than worth it for Jack to get hypothermia and frostbite. More than worth it. He takes in a deep breath and goes back under, swimming to the center of the room and pushing at a likely switch.
It seems to be draining the room, so Jack releases it, only to see the water rush back in. Great. One more trip topside to inform McKay that he’s a complete idiot and he’s back in the water again, hopefully for the last time. He pushes at the switch and ignores the burn in his lungs, ignores the way his vision goes black around the edges. When everything starts feeling fuzzy and he feels light-headed, he keeps holding on, knowing that everyone’s fate pretty much depends on Sheppard and the rest of them getting into Atlantis to take it back from these damn replicators.
He focuses on that, the rescue, and it feels like time slows down and he’s suspended for a little while. The big difference is that he feels like he’s sprawled out on a flat surface and while he’s wet and cold, it doesn’t feel like he’s underwater anymore. He gasps in a deep breath, chokes on it, and spends the next few seconds coughing and sputtering and wondering where in the galaxy he’s wound up. Replicators. Of course. Like as not, he’s in a room somewhere with some alien’s hand in his head and none of this is even real. When he hears footsteps, he decides to go on the offensive.
“Look. You’re not getting anything from me. Hell, I don’t even know anything. You captured the wrong guy if you wanna know how to get from Pegasus to Milky Way because I don’t even know how the damn gate works, much less that bridge Carter and McKay dreamed up. Completely out of luck.”
There. That should satisfy them, right?
Doting [for Sam]
Oct. 15th, 2011 10:48 pmOkay, so, keeping the pregnancy a secret hadn't really been a big deal but Jack was coming up with new and creative ways to say he needed to head home to check on Sam. People were going to think he'd started taking a sudden interest in astrophysics but it was not something he figured was anyone's business but his and hers. He had some really weak tea from up at the Compound, though, and a wet cloth to hold over her forehead, if she wanted it.
"Sam? Samantha? Doing okay or should I clear out for a little longer and give you some space?"
He was trying to be respectful of her this time around and not act like he knew everything, which he didn't, and just let them find the way naturally. Kinda hard, sure, but he'd never backed down from something just because it wasn't easy.
"Sam? Samantha? Doing okay or should I clear out for a little longer and give you some space?"
He was trying to be respectful of her this time around and not act like he knew everything, which he didn't, and just let them find the way naturally. Kinda hard, sure, but he'd never backed down from something just because it wasn't easy.
For Sam - timed to 6/25
Jun. 25th, 2011 02:23 pmJack and Sam had talked about kids and about how they wanted to try again but they hadn't really...actively tried. Oh sure, there was sex, plenty of it, but for some reason Jack thought maybe it'd be a little better if they made it special and, besides, it gave him the opportunity to spoil Sam some and that was never a bad thing.
So he picked up around the hut and tried to make it look nice and even put on a clean tshirt and jeans instead of the fishing gear he'd been wearing lately. Trying to make an effort was hard work.
So he picked up around the hut and tried to make it look nice and even put on a clean tshirt and jeans instead of the fishing gear he'd been wearing lately. Trying to make an effort was hard work.
collateral damage
Feb. 2nd, 2011 08:48 pmSam was still in the clinic with Vala and Jack knew that this would probably be his best opportunity to head back to the hut and get some sleep and prepare for a hard couple of days. Logically, he knew that was what he needed to do and yet logic was pretty damn far from his range of emotions. Hurt? Check. Angry? As hell. Jack didn't know if the anger was for the situation, toward himself or toward the island but he was leaning toward pushing it onto the latter because damn if the place hadn't screwed with him since day one. There was the whole eight years between him and Daniel, the whole Valentine's fiasco that damn near made Carter want to wash her hands of him and now this.
Could he blame it on the island when it was really his fault for getting so drunk he couldn't see straight and not using a condom? Could he blame it on the island when Sam shared half that blame, when she'd been just as drunk and just as stupid?
Nobody ever said anger was supposed to be logical. Or rational.
Jack made his way inside the hut and started pulling out the baby things he'd gathered over the past couple months...tiny little socks and mittens and a couple onsies that said "Future Air Force General" that the clothes box seemed to think were funny. He piled them into an old pillowcase, figuring he'd just drop them off at the Children's Office or back in the box but there was one thing he couldn't donate: the cradle. He'd built it with his own hands from palm wood, just big enough for a newborn when he showed up. No newborn to live in that cradle now, nope. No kid. No dream.
Hot with anger, Jack dragged it out between his and Sam's huts and swung a hammer at it, denting the frame of the furniture. Still repairable, though, and that wouldn't do. What about this situation was repairable? Not a damn thing.
He swung the hammer over and over, wood splintering and cradle collapsing under its' own weight. Hours and hours of labor into that thing only to be torn apart in a few minutes; Jack figured someone smarter than him would come up with some kind of metaphor for the situation but for now, he was content just to break it down and throw it away, to forget about what had turned out to be one of the stupidest mistakes of his life.
Senseless. Useless.
Sam had been right all along, hadn't she?
Could he blame it on the island when it was really his fault for getting so drunk he couldn't see straight and not using a condom? Could he blame it on the island when Sam shared half that blame, when she'd been just as drunk and just as stupid?
Nobody ever said anger was supposed to be logical. Or rational.
Jack made his way inside the hut and started pulling out the baby things he'd gathered over the past couple months...tiny little socks and mittens and a couple onsies that said "Future Air Force General" that the clothes box seemed to think were funny. He piled them into an old pillowcase, figuring he'd just drop them off at the Children's Office or back in the box but there was one thing he couldn't donate: the cradle. He'd built it with his own hands from palm wood, just big enough for a newborn when he showed up. No newborn to live in that cradle now, nope. No kid. No dream.
Hot with anger, Jack dragged it out between his and Sam's huts and swung a hammer at it, denting the frame of the furniture. Still repairable, though, and that wouldn't do. What about this situation was repairable? Not a damn thing.
He swung the hammer over and over, wood splintering and cradle collapsing under its' own weight. Hours and hours of labor into that thing only to be torn apart in a few minutes; Jack figured someone smarter than him would come up with some kind of metaphor for the situation but for now, he was content just to break it down and throw it away, to forget about what had turned out to be one of the stupidest mistakes of his life.
Senseless. Useless.
Sam had been right all along, hadn't she?
daniel and vala
Jan. 9th, 2011 08:40 pmJack hadn't really wanted to leave the clinic but the crew of animals he had collected in a year and change on the island meant he had to wander back down to New Atlantis to feed the zoo. He'd managed to avoid most everyone until he got down to his and Sam's hut and started feeding the crew. He scratched Thor behind the ears and laughed hollowly when the wolf pup nipped at his fingers (pup used loosely--he was getting huge). Some things were always gonna be the same no matter what changed about the humans in their lives.
He called Cash over and started walking around the huts and back toward the Compound, the steady plop of his paws falling in a rhythm with Jack's own heavy steps. Cash had been here a long time and seen a lot of things; to hear Rodney tell it, he'd been on the island with a man called Sheppard that both Sam and McKay seemed to know. Jack had never heard of the man but if he was in command of an SGC facility, he had to be a decent guy.
"Sheppard ever run into anything like this, boy?" he asked, shaking his head when the dog didn't respond. Of course. The day he saw talking dogs was the day he checked himself in for a psych eval. Or, you know, Tuesday on the island.
"Guess we better find Vala and let her know. She'd want to see Sam for sure," Jack said, half to himself and half to the dog. Both padded to her hut and rapped lightly at the doorframe.
He called Cash over and started walking around the huts and back toward the Compound, the steady plop of his paws falling in a rhythm with Jack's own heavy steps. Cash had been here a long time and seen a lot of things; to hear Rodney tell it, he'd been on the island with a man called Sheppard that both Sam and McKay seemed to know. Jack had never heard of the man but if he was in command of an SGC facility, he had to be a decent guy.
"Sheppard ever run into anything like this, boy?" he asked, shaking his head when the dog didn't respond. Of course. The day he saw talking dogs was the day he checked himself in for a psych eval. Or, you know, Tuesday on the island.
"Guess we better find Vala and let her know. She'd want to see Sam for sure," Jack said, half to himself and half to the dog. Both padded to her hut and rapped lightly at the doorframe.
Let it Snow! [TR for Carter]
Dec. 7th, 2010 02:52 pmIt was no real secret that Jack was excited about having a baby and it was also no big secret that Sam was...less than excited. Still, he'd always been able to make the best of a bad situation and he and Sam had seemed a lot better that she'd had some time to think about and get used to the idea of being pregnant. He hoped, anyway. Besides, soon they were going to be married and he didn't think it'd be a good idea to start a marriage off on bad terms.
Figuring it was high time he got his ass into gear and spent the last few days as a single man wooing his fiancee, Jack woke up early and jogged up to the Compound. He usually got coffee for both of them but with the pregnancy, Sam couldn't have the caffeine, so he improvised and used a little chocolate from the storeroom to make them both cocoa. He tasted it, before walking back, and it was everything he'd dreamed of on a cold winter morning. Minus, of course, faking a cold so he didn't have to go to school.
He tried to come back inside quietly and put the cocoa down on a little table before taking off his parka and gloves. That done, he settled on the edge of the bed, nudging lightly at the Carter-shaped lump in his bed.
"Wake up, Sunshine. Big day ahead."
Figuring it was high time he got his ass into gear and spent the last few days as a single man wooing his fiancee, Jack woke up early and jogged up to the Compound. He usually got coffee for both of them but with the pregnancy, Sam couldn't have the caffeine, so he improvised and used a little chocolate from the storeroom to make them both cocoa. He tasted it, before walking back, and it was everything he'd dreamed of on a cold winter morning. Minus, of course, faking a cold so he didn't have to go to school.
He tried to come back inside quietly and put the cocoa down on a little table before taking off his parka and gloves. That done, he settled on the edge of the bed, nudging lightly at the Carter-shaped lump in his bed.
"Wake up, Sunshine. Big day ahead."
Jack hadn't fought with Sam very often and while he thought they were probably on good terms again, this was the longest they'd gone without you know since they'd finally, officially hooked up.
Maybe that was a stupid thing to be worried about but Jack had worried. He wasn't so good at the talking thing, especially when it came to his feelings, and it was a lot easier and a lot more genuine to express his love and admiration in a caress down Sam's neck and shoulder or a kiss that went on so long that he saw stars.
She was over in her "office" again and Jack rapped lightly at the door frame, giving her what he hoped was a charming grin.
"You busy, Sam?"
Maybe that was a stupid thing to be worried about but Jack had worried. He wasn't so good at the talking thing, especially when it came to his feelings, and it was a lot easier and a lot more genuine to express his love and admiration in a caress down Sam's neck and shoulder or a kiss that went on so long that he saw stars.
She was over in her "office" again and Jack rapped lightly at the door frame, giving her what he hoped was a charming grin.
"You busy, Sam?"
[for Daniel]
Nov. 15th, 2010 09:34 pmCarter had told him about the pregnancy and Jack had sat on it, which was not normal. Normally, in a perfect world where Carter was happy about being pregnant, he would have been telling anyone and everyone who would stop to listen. But she wasn't, and she wasn't even really speaking to him so Jack had sat on it.
He had to tell someone though and there was only one person he really thought was appropriate: Daniel. Carter might be upset with him but ultimately, she'd understand if he needed to tell Daniel. It wasn't like he was telling someone who didn't care about both of them, after all.
Mind made up, Jack walked the little ways to Daniel's hut, rapping lightly against the door.
"Daniel? You home?"
He had to tell someone though and there was only one person he really thought was appropriate: Daniel. Carter might be upset with him but ultimately, she'd understand if he needed to tell Daniel. It wasn't like he was telling someone who didn't care about both of them, after all.
Mind made up, Jack walked the little ways to Daniel's hut, rapping lightly against the door.
"Daniel? You home?"
[tr] for sam
Nov. 10th, 2010 06:45 pmJack had been a little quiet for the last day or so, after he and Sam fought and he tried to wrap his head around the whole pregnancy thing and approach it a little more from Sam's point of view.
It wasn't really working, given there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to have a baby with Sam and her not wanting to have a baby with him, well, it hurt. Maybe the island wasn't a good place for it, sure, but it'd happened. They'd have to live with it.
He thought about that for a while before wandering down to the clothes box for fresh t-shirts and on a lark, thought about socks for a moment. His lips twisted into a wry smirk when he pulled out a pair of mismatched baby socks.
It was kind of like them...a little mismatched, but still going together. Sort of. He tucked them in his pocket and went to find Sam, leaning in the doorway of her hut.
"Sam? You busy?"
It wasn't really working, given there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to have a baby with Sam and her not wanting to have a baby with him, well, it hurt. Maybe the island wasn't a good place for it, sure, but it'd happened. They'd have to live with it.
He thought about that for a while before wandering down to the clothes box for fresh t-shirts and on a lark, thought about socks for a moment. His lips twisted into a wry smirk when he pulled out a pair of mismatched baby socks.
It was kind of like them...a little mismatched, but still going together. Sort of. He tucked them in his pocket and went to find Sam, leaning in the doorway of her hut.
"Sam? You busy?"
