Five things that Jack Wants to be when he grows up - 4 and 5coinduFebruary 5 2007, 06:30:38 UTC
~*~ 4 ~*~ “RUN!” Jack fired a continuous stream of shots at the Jaffa as he did his best to run full-tilt while heading backwards and helping Carter drag Teal’c’s limp body. Daniel, that Gate better be dialed when we get there, or I’ll wring your neck myself!
A final round of shots went out before they fell through the wormhole into the Gateroom in a tangle of legs and guns.
“Medical team to the Gateroom!” Jack heard echo over the loudspeaker. No, it’s all right, he’ll be okay, just unconscio...oh, screw it.
Daniel and Carter didn’t speak either, preferring to remain collapsed on the ramp and catch their breath. Jack forced the words out of his tired brain. “You guys okay?”
Two limp nods and a groan answered him. The med team came barreling in with a stretcher just as Teal’c sat up and rubbed his head. “O’Neill.”
“Yeah, T?”
“What happened?”
“Believe me, bud, you do not want to know.” Looking at his bedraggled team, Jack said, “That’s it. I’ve changed my mind. When I grow up, I want to be an accountant.”
~*~ 5 ~*~ “Sir!” Carter yanked the cool new doohickey out of Jack’s hands and laid it tenderly back on her work table. “This is fragile, sir.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry.” He wandered around the lab, poking his fingers into just about everything he could.
“Sir!” “Watch out!” “Don’t touch that!”
“Would you just GROW UP, sir!” Carter’s eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sor-”
Jack cut her off. “Nope. I’m just like Peter Pan. Never gonna grow up. More fun that way.” He winked and walked off whistling. Score one for a Carter outburst. Next task on the list: an outburst where she forgot to say sir. Hm...that could take some extra planning...
“RUN!” Jack fired a continuous stream of shots at the Jaffa as he did his best to run full-tilt while heading backwards and helping Carter drag Teal’c’s limp body. Daniel, that Gate better be dialed when we get there, or I’ll wring your neck myself!
A final round of shots went out before they fell through the wormhole into the Gateroom in a tangle of legs and guns.
“Medical team to the Gateroom!” Jack heard echo over the loudspeaker. No, it’s all right, he’ll be okay, just unconscio...oh, screw it.
Daniel and Carter didn’t speak either, preferring to remain collapsed on the ramp and catch their breath. Jack forced the words out of his tired brain. “You guys okay?”
Two limp nods and a groan answered him. The med team came barreling in with a stretcher just as Teal’c sat up and rubbed his head. “O’Neill.”
“Yeah, T?”
“What happened?”
“Believe me, bud, you do not want to know.” Looking at his bedraggled team, Jack said, “That’s it. I’ve changed my mind. When I grow up, I want to be an accountant.”
~*~ 5 ~*~
“Sir!” Carter yanked the cool new doohickey out of Jack’s hands and laid it tenderly back on her work table. “This is fragile, sir.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry.” He wandered around the lab, poking his fingers into just about everything he could.
“Sir!”
“Watch out!”
“Don’t touch that!”
“Would you just GROW UP, sir!” Carter’s eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sor-”
Jack cut her off. “Nope. I’m just like Peter Pan. Never gonna grow up. More fun that way.” He winked and walked off whistling. Score one for a Carter outburst. Next task on the list: an outburst where she forgot to say sir. Hm...that could take some extra planning...
(Cross posted to my ficjournal here)
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Daniel got it so right, and Kinsey got what was coming to him! Yay!
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Also, I've heard that growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Daniel clearly understands that Jack subscribes to that theory. :)
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