J is for Jonas (and Jaffa, and Jack) - Alphabet Soup fic
Happy Gen Fic Day!
This was the first Alphabet Soup since I discovered Stargate that I felt that maybe I could do, because I haven't seen anything with Vala yet and when it was Jacob's turn I didn't think I knew enough about him. But Jonas! I like Jonas! So I thought, right, go for it, and I had plans of being organised and finished way before the deadline and getting a beta and everything.
And then life happened and I ended up rewriting bits of this on the run and I don't like it at all, but today is Gen Fic Day and so I must post. Argh.
The full Soup list is over here - sg-fignewton.livejournal.com/165931.html - thanks to sg_fignewton !
"What are you looking so smug about?" O'Neill pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Teal'c.
"I was not aware that I appeared to be smug."
"Well, you are. What's up?"
"I have been sparring with Jonas Quinn. I won."
O'Neill snorted. "How long did he last? Thirty seconds?"
"On the contrary, O'Neill, we sparred for more than half an hour. He was most -" Teal'c paused and considered his phrasing, " - resilient."
"Oh, I see where this is going." O'Neill brandished his fork like a weapon. "You're going to tell me that I'm being too hard on him; that I would like him if I got to know him; hell, you're probably going to tell me that he should be on SG-1."
Teal'c inclined his head in acknowledgement.
"Why are you so eager to have him on the team anyway, Teal'c?"
Because he sees the wonder in what we do, which we have forgotten. Because I see in him what Daniel Jackson might have been, had not his life shaped him differently. Because Daniel Jackson would have liked him and helped him, and Daniel Jackson is not here.
Because I know what it is to be an exile and a stranger here. Because you fought so that I would be given a chance to prove myself and I believe that Jonas Quinn deserves the same.
They were all good reasons and all true, but O'Neill was not yet ready to hear them. Teal'c said instead, "Because he has asked for my help and I have no reason to refuse. Why are you so strongly set against him, O'Neill?"
"He's an alien."
Teal'c raised a meaningful eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know, but I like you. Fine, you know what? He smiles too much. Seriously, grinning all the time, every time I see him. Never trust a man who smiles that much, T."
"You have mentioned on several occasions a desire that I should smile more."
"Yes, well, all things in moderation."
Watching as his friend stabbed the last bite of cake with unnecessary force, Teal'c decided it would be prudent to delay further attempts at persuasion to another day. "O'Neill - " he began, and was cut off by a clatter of cutlery.
"I'll tell you what the difference is, Teal'c. You saved my life and helped me break out of prison; he got one of my best friends killed. I'm frankly a little peeved about that whole situation. So I don't care if you think he's as bouncy and enthusiastic as a puppy made of rubber, I don't like him. And I don't want him on my team!"
O'Neill shoved his chair back, stood up and stalked out of the commissary, narrowly avoiding a collision with Jonas Quinn in the doorway and ignoring his cheerful greeting. The Kelownan came to join Teal'c, occupying O'Neill's abandoned chair.
"I suppose that means he still won't talk to me." Eyes caught by the mountain of food in front of the Jaffa, Jonas looked a little stunned.
"I have spoken to O'Neill on your behalf."
Jonas nodded absently. Then, when the words sank in, he wrenched his gaze away from Teal'c's plate and up to his face. "Wait, you did? But I didn't knock you down."
Teal'c looked at him, mildly amused. "No. It is unlikely that you will ever do so."
"Right." Jonas shifted a little to ease the weight off a bruise. "Well? What did the colonel say?"
"He said no. O'Neill is uncomfortable with the thought of having an alien on SG-1."
Jonas' jaw dropped, and his eyes flicked up to the golden snake tatto, down to the heaped plate, down further to where the symbiote pouch was hidden under SGC green, down at his own entirely human body. "That doesn't...But you're...I'm not..."
Teal'c continued eating, placidly, while Jonas spluttered. When his companion seemed to have run out of words, he asked, equally placidly, "Is there something you wished to say, Jonas Quinn?"
"No. No, it's just that I really hate being stuck down here. I've been watching the weather forecast for weeks and I haven't actually been out in the weather once. If the colonel has his way I probably never will be."
"Jonas Quinn. When I first met O'Neill, I had caused the deaths of four officers of this installation. Two others, whom he held dear, had been taken as hosts by the Goa'uld who were my masters. I held O'Neill himself prisoner. When I won his trust, these crimes were forgiven."
Jonas shook his head. "Winning his trust might be hard when he won't even stay in the same room."
"He is angry," Teal'c said calmly. "Soon he will realise that his anger is misplaced."
"Maybe. I hope so." Jonas smiled and got up. "I guess I'll just be watching the weather from down here for a little while longer then. Thanks anyway, Teal'c."
Teal'c watched him go, and hoped that his optimism was not misplaced.
This was the first Alphabet Soup since I discovered Stargate that I felt that maybe I could do, because I haven't seen anything with Vala yet and when it was Jacob's turn I didn't think I knew enough about him. But Jonas! I like Jonas! So I thought, right, go for it, and I had plans of being organised and finished way before the deadline and getting a beta and everything.
And then life happened and I ended up rewriting bits of this on the run and I don't like it at all, but today is Gen Fic Day and so I must post. Argh.
The full Soup list is over here - sg-fignewton.livejournal.com/165931.html - thanks to sg_fignewton !
"What are you looking so smug about?" O'Neill pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Teal'c.
"I was not aware that I appeared to be smug."
"Well, you are. What's up?"
"I have been sparring with Jonas Quinn. I won."
O'Neill snorted. "How long did he last? Thirty seconds?"
"On the contrary, O'Neill, we sparred for more than half an hour. He was most -" Teal'c paused and considered his phrasing, " - resilient."
"Oh, I see where this is going." O'Neill brandished his fork like a weapon. "You're going to tell me that I'm being too hard on him; that I would like him if I got to know him; hell, you're probably going to tell me that he should be on SG-1."
Teal'c inclined his head in acknowledgement.
"Why are you so eager to have him on the team anyway, Teal'c?"
Because he sees the wonder in what we do, which we have forgotten. Because I see in him what Daniel Jackson might have been, had not his life shaped him differently. Because Daniel Jackson would have liked him and helped him, and Daniel Jackson is not here.
Because I know what it is to be an exile and a stranger here. Because you fought so that I would be given a chance to prove myself and I believe that Jonas Quinn deserves the same.
They were all good reasons and all true, but O'Neill was not yet ready to hear them. Teal'c said instead, "Because he has asked for my help and I have no reason to refuse. Why are you so strongly set against him, O'Neill?"
"He's an alien."
Teal'c raised a meaningful eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know, but I like you. Fine, you know what? He smiles too much. Seriously, grinning all the time, every time I see him. Never trust a man who smiles that much, T."
"You have mentioned on several occasions a desire that I should smile more."
"Yes, well, all things in moderation."
Watching as his friend stabbed the last bite of cake with unnecessary force, Teal'c decided it would be prudent to delay further attempts at persuasion to another day. "O'Neill - " he began, and was cut off by a clatter of cutlery.
"I'll tell you what the difference is, Teal'c. You saved my life and helped me break out of prison; he got one of my best friends killed. I'm frankly a little peeved about that whole situation. So I don't care if you think he's as bouncy and enthusiastic as a puppy made of rubber, I don't like him. And I don't want him on my team!"
O'Neill shoved his chair back, stood up and stalked out of the commissary, narrowly avoiding a collision with Jonas Quinn in the doorway and ignoring his cheerful greeting. The Kelownan came to join Teal'c, occupying O'Neill's abandoned chair.
"I suppose that means he still won't talk to me." Eyes caught by the mountain of food in front of the Jaffa, Jonas looked a little stunned.
"I have spoken to O'Neill on your behalf."
Jonas nodded absently. Then, when the words sank in, he wrenched his gaze away from Teal'c's plate and up to his face. "Wait, you did? But I didn't knock you down."
Teal'c looked at him, mildly amused. "No. It is unlikely that you will ever do so."
"Right." Jonas shifted a little to ease the weight off a bruise. "Well? What did the colonel say?"
"He said no. O'Neill is uncomfortable with the thought of having an alien on SG-1."
Jonas' jaw dropped, and his eyes flicked up to the golden snake tatto, down to the heaped plate, down further to where the symbiote pouch was hidden under SGC green, down at his own entirely human body. "That doesn't...But you're...I'm not..."
Teal'c continued eating, placidly, while Jonas spluttered. When his companion seemed to have run out of words, he asked, equally placidly, "Is there something you wished to say, Jonas Quinn?"
"No. No, it's just that I really hate being stuck down here. I've been watching the weather forecast for weeks and I haven't actually been out in the weather once. If the colonel has his way I probably never will be."
"Jonas Quinn. When I first met O'Neill, I had caused the deaths of four officers of this installation. Two others, whom he held dear, had been taken as hosts by the Goa'uld who were my masters. I held O'Neill himself prisoner. When I won his trust, these crimes were forgiven."
Jonas shook his head. "Winning his trust might be hard when he won't even stay in the same room."
"He is angry," Teal'c said calmly. "Soon he will realise that his anger is misplaced."
"Maybe. I hope so." Jonas smiled and got up. "I guess I'll just be watching the weather from down here for a little while longer then. Thanks anyway, Teal'c."
Teal'c watched him go, and hoped that his optimism was not misplaced.