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Jack O’Neill is a very bad patient
Rated G
Word Count: 1,788
Disclaimer: Not owned by me, not written for any profit.
1997
Daniel tapped on the door to the Infirmary politely. After a full minute of no answer he poked his head around.
He was greeted by the alarming tableau of Jack O’Neill reclining on a bed with a frazzled Dr. Frasier behind him.
“What do you mean, it just got stuck?” she exclaimed.
Daniel closed the door hurriedly and let them be.
Remainder of the fic is here
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I also have knew fic which is being betaed at the moment so hopefully it will be done by the time "today" has ended.
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X is for Xerox
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N is for Nem (He Was A Good Man)
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The Color Guard folded the flag and held it over the funeral wreath. The wreath that was merely a symbol of Daniel: they couldn’t even bring him home. Jack let the formality of the military funeral wash over him. The respect. The ritual. He understood the reasons for ritual.
Every step precise.
Every motion handed down through time.
Every part a way of holding the pieces together for a while longer.
Daniel died once, when he jumped in front of that staff blast on Abydos. He’d died again on the Nox world, but Jack had died first that time, so he didn’t have to know. It wasn’t supposed to happen again. It was never supposed to happen again. He was supposed to make damn sure of that. He was supposed to keep his team safe.
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Fear: Absolute Power
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