U is for URGO
"Urge to Play"
Rating: PG for Jack language (D, H)
written for Jack Alpha-bits
MY APOLOGIES TO ALL INVOLVED THAT MINE IS A DAY LATE...as usual, I claim Mentalpause.
“Ah, c’mon, you know ya wanna!”
“Urgo, for the last time, leave me the hell aLONE!” Jack O’Neill sat back against the wall in his quarters banging his head lightly against the wall, which didn’t help his nagging headache go away any more than it sent Urgo packing. Closing his eyes against the image of an obese tenor wiggling his fingers in front of his huge torso and bouncing on his feet didn’t help, because Urgo was in his head.
And Urgo could stay quiet about as long as O’Neill could sit still without at least something in his hand with which to fidget. In fact, the Colonel was just wishing for his yoyo to play with. ‘Damn!’ he though, ‘He’s got me so irritated I just ended that sentence with a preposition!’ And once again that whiny voice that often earned Daniel Jackson a glare and, on occasion, the threat to throw his coffee rations in the campfire, wouldn’t go away.
“I just want to go outside! See your world? Meet all those interesting people wandering around in your mind…”
‘I will not respond. I will not respond. I will not respond.’
Urgo got quiet again, and Jack thought maybe…just maybe Urgo had left to go bother Carter or, even better, Daniel. He peered out from under one eyelid - no Urgo in sight. He switched eyes, and, sure enough his luck held true. The pain in the mik’ta had moved across the room. As soon as their “guest” saw him (sensed him?) open his eyes, he started in again.
“Sara is very pretty; let’s go see Sara!”
Jack’s face contorted and grew red; he may have actually growled. At his move to get up and throttle Urgo (picturing the act in his mind in great detail), the corpulent character actually recoiled.
“We can go see someone else instead…anyone you like. Let’s see, how about that boy, Char-“
Urgo would never *know* how lucky he was that someone knocked on the door at that moment.
“Just…Just GO AWAY!” Jack yelled.
“Colonel, it’s Doctor Frasier. Please, may I come in, Sir?”
O’Neill rolled his eyes and let his shoulders drop in resignation. Just what he needed on top of Urgo, the Napoleonic Power Monger, probably wanting to poke, prod and prick. In other words, generally make his day go from bad to worse. But maybe it would take his mind off…other things.
“Why not? Come join the party!”
Janet Fraiser eased open the door and peeked around it. Jack watched her glance around the room that seemed to her empty but for him. He stayed, poised on the edge of his bed, in hopes she had come to ‘unconfine’ him to his quarters.
“Party, Sir?”
“Yeah, well, it’s not the quantity but the quality of the guests, right?”
“Urgo’s here?” Janet looked around the room - glancing at a corner and then back to the Colonel to see if he gave any indication where he saw Urgo.
“Yeah.” O’Neill opened the small drawer in the table next to his bed. He rummaged around, apparently looking for something in particular.
“Ah. I see.”
“No, you don’t - that’s the problem!” With that, Jack slammed the drawer shut and flopped onto the bed. He crossed his arms and his ankles.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“What can I do for you, Doc?” The question came out slightly less grating that “What do you want?” He made a belated and lame attempt to soften it with a half-assed smile. Doctor Frasier was used to “irritated” tone. And his “frustrated” tone. And his…”I’m at 12 on a pain scale of 1 to 10 but I will tell you ‘I’m fine’” tone. Among the many others.
“I would like to run another scan on your-“
“Of course, you do!” he interrupted. Jack threw his right hand up to emphasize his feelings, but he stood and walked to the door where he paused. “C’mon, Urgo, Doc wants to take some more pictures of you!”
O’Neill ambled off to the infirmary. At least there were lots of cool things to play with there. *If* good ol’ Doctor Fraiser let him get his hands on them. Sometimes he thought Janet just might tell all her staff to hide anything not bolted down when he was expected.
“Can we play with the defibrillator again?”
“No, Urgo. Doc never lets us play with any of the cool stuff.”
Jack could swear Janet bit her lips to keep from smiling.
Rating: PG for Jack language (D, H)
written for Jack Alpha-bits
MY APOLOGIES TO ALL INVOLVED THAT MINE IS A DAY LATE...as usual, I claim Mentalpause.
“Ah, c’mon, you know ya wanna!”
“Urgo, for the last time, leave me the hell aLONE!” Jack O’Neill sat back against the wall in his quarters banging his head lightly against the wall, which didn’t help his nagging headache go away any more than it sent Urgo packing. Closing his eyes against the image of an obese tenor wiggling his fingers in front of his huge torso and bouncing on his feet didn’t help, because Urgo was in his head.
And Urgo could stay quiet about as long as O’Neill could sit still without at least something in his hand with which to fidget. In fact, the Colonel was just wishing for his yoyo to play with. ‘Damn!’ he though, ‘He’s got me so irritated I just ended that sentence with a preposition!’ And once again that whiny voice that often earned Daniel Jackson a glare and, on occasion, the threat to throw his coffee rations in the campfire, wouldn’t go away.
“I just want to go outside! See your world? Meet all those interesting people wandering around in your mind…”
‘I will not respond. I will not respond. I will not respond.’
Urgo got quiet again, and Jack thought maybe…just maybe Urgo had left to go bother Carter or, even better, Daniel. He peered out from under one eyelid - no Urgo in sight. He switched eyes, and, sure enough his luck held true. The pain in the mik’ta had moved across the room. As soon as their “guest” saw him (sensed him?) open his eyes, he started in again.
“Sara is very pretty; let’s go see Sara!”
Jack’s face contorted and grew red; he may have actually growled. At his move to get up and throttle Urgo (picturing the act in his mind in great detail), the corpulent character actually recoiled.
“We can go see someone else instead…anyone you like. Let’s see, how about that boy, Char-“
Urgo would never *know* how lucky he was that someone knocked on the door at that moment.
“Just…Just GO AWAY!” Jack yelled.
“Colonel, it’s Doctor Frasier. Please, may I come in, Sir?”
O’Neill rolled his eyes and let his shoulders drop in resignation. Just what he needed on top of Urgo, the Napoleonic Power Monger, probably wanting to poke, prod and prick. In other words, generally make his day go from bad to worse. But maybe it would take his mind off…other things.
“Why not? Come join the party!”
Janet Fraiser eased open the door and peeked around it. Jack watched her glance around the room that seemed to her empty but for him. He stayed, poised on the edge of his bed, in hopes she had come to ‘unconfine’ him to his quarters.
“Party, Sir?”
“Yeah, well, it’s not the quantity but the quality of the guests, right?”
“Urgo’s here?” Janet looked around the room - glancing at a corner and then back to the Colonel to see if he gave any indication where he saw Urgo.
“Yeah.” O’Neill opened the small drawer in the table next to his bed. He rummaged around, apparently looking for something in particular.
“Ah. I see.”
“No, you don’t - that’s the problem!” With that, Jack slammed the drawer shut and flopped onto the bed. He crossed his arms and his ankles.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“What can I do for you, Doc?” The question came out slightly less grating that “What do you want?” He made a belated and lame attempt to soften it with a half-assed smile. Doctor Frasier was used to “irritated” tone. And his “frustrated” tone. And his…”I’m at 12 on a pain scale of 1 to 10 but I will tell you ‘I’m fine’” tone. Among the many others.
“I would like to run another scan on your-“
“Of course, you do!” he interrupted. Jack threw his right hand up to emphasize his feelings, but he stood and walked to the door where he paused. “C’mon, Urgo, Doc wants to take some more pictures of you!”
O’Neill ambled off to the infirmary. At least there were lots of cool things to play with there. *If* good ol’ Doctor Fraiser let him get his hands on them. Sometimes he thought Janet just might tell all her staff to hide anything not bolted down when he was expected.
“Can we play with the defibrillator again?”
“No, Urgo. Doc never lets us play with any of the cool stuff.”
Jack could swear Janet bit her lips to keep from smiling.