Stargate SG-1 fic: Seven Sins

[jennickels]

Seven Sins
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
team
7650 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: a little language

Jack is hit by a blast from an alien device and begins to act very strangely. Can his team figure out what is wrong with him before he does something he'll regret?

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

Comments

[jennickels]

Oy, glad my family keeps it pretty simple. At least on my dad's side. As far as I know, they're all still Catholic.

I grew up in Chicago which has a rather high population of Catholics so just about everyone I knew growing up was Catholic or part Catholic. I knew very few kids that didn't go to a Catholic church and/or a Catholic school.

As far as I knew the entire world was Catholic, lol. I do meet quite a few reformed Catholics that are now atheist or agnostic (like me and my dad). He's the black sheep of the family. His mother would be rolling in her grave to find out he's not Catholic. She was old school. Although she stopped attending Mass daily when she got old and stopped going weekly when she moved in with us (she was having too hard a time getting around although my parents offered to drive her, the church was only a few blocks away) she still prayed the Rosary every freaking night. With her door open so I could hear her muttering to herself. I think she did it on purpose to prove she was holier than us. I think it really bugged her that we weren't religious despite the Catholic schooling (we didn't go to church, didn't pray before dinner, etc).

I remember her getting into an argument with my dad over prayers before big dinners. We rarely all ate as a family except at holidays. She wanted to have some big elaborate prayer deal and my dad just wanted to eat his food in peace and he finally told her it was his house and she could pray to herself but we weren't going to let the food go cold saying a 10 minute long prayer.

She got up and left the table and refused to come back. Every holiday after that she would mutter her prayers very loudly and pout through the whole thing. It's any wonder I moved out as soon as I could. I even remember her bribing me to go to church with her when I was really little. My parents didn't take me and I really had no interest in going outside of school (Mass is freaking boring) but she's tell me she'd buy me some candy or an ice cream after and I'd want to go so badly just to spend time with her (she mostly ignored me otherwise).