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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.