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Title: Low Profile
Author: AngelQueen
Pairings: John/Elizabeth, Sam/Jack, minor Janet/Daniel
Length: 1,139 words
Rated: PG
AU: langford_u
Summary: It’s better to watch everything from behind the scenes. More fun for him.
Author’s Notes: *looks around nervously* Hope no one minds... When I first found this community, I read in the cast and crew area that a certain Jon O’Neill was also attending Langford. I haven’t read anything concerning him, so I figured, why not? *cackles*
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He likes keeping a low profile on campus. By not appearing to do anything interesting, he’s pretty much left to his own devices. He doesn’t envy people like Ryan Gifa, being the son of the best football player the University had ever had and following in his footsteps. Even professors like John Sheppard don’t have it easy, having acquired a pack of giggling groupie sorority girls that constantly follow him around.
So, by just concentrating on his major - people still think he’s crazy for pursuing a major in Photography and a minor in History, of all things - and getting involved in a few low-key clubs - though how anyone considers the Langford chapter of The Simpsons Fan Club low-key he doesn’t know - people pretty much just remember him as another face in the crowed, rather than Jon O’Neill, Jack O’Neill’s nephew and the cousin of the tragic Charlie O’Neill.
He misses Charlie everyday, don’t get him wrong. Charlie, the older cousin. Charlie, the one who didn’t treat him like a total pain in the ass when they were younger and he wanted to play with ‘the big kids.’ But getting compared to both him and Jack (calling him ‘Uncle Jack,’ even when he was a kid, is just weird-sounding) on a daily basis isn’t exactly something he wants to deal with.
It was pretty bad when he first came to Langford. It had only been a few years since the accident (translation: it could still be considered newsworthy in the university paper), and the fact that Jon had fortune - misfortune? - of looking so much like Jack and Charlie, people immediately recognized him. He even considered transferring to somewhere else, just so people would stop asking him, “Jon O’Neill? You’re related to Jack O’Neill? Charlie O’Neill?! Wow!”
That idea hadn’t lasted long, really. His mother, though only an O’Neill by marriage, was just as stubborn as them, if not worse. She declared that no son of hers was going to run away just because people knew his family. She told him to tough it out and eventually, people would lose interest.
Such a sympathetic woman. Really.
But she was right. When people saw that he wasn’t prone to doing extremely weird things like his uncle, or scream ‘greatness’ like Charlie had, they began to drift off, leaving only those who really wanted to be his friends.
Now he’s a junior. He has a quiet circle of friends from the History and Photography departments. There’s even Cynthia, a Photography Major, that he really enjoys spending time with. They even like to take their cameras out across campus, making the own collections of college photos. Some go to projects for classes, while others are for more… unusual uses.
Which is what he’s looking at now. He has several albums full of photos. Like the free-for-all football game by the weird ring art thingy where everyone involved got covered in mud. Or different stages of the Physics War between Drs. Carter and McKay. He even has some great scenic shots of the campus, like at sunset, or even in the middle of winter with a huge blanket of snow on the ground.
There is one album that is Cynthia’s particular favorite. It is probably the smallest, the most non-descript of them all; outwardly it’s nothing special. He picks it up and puts it in his lap, opening it carefully. On the first page, there’s a fairly recent photo of Teyla Emmagan and Aiden Ford making out behind the gym building. Several other shots of Teyla and Ford in the midst of different activities surround it.
On the next page, there are a few photos of Doc Frasier treating Professor Jackson for his latest klutz attack. Only, Jon doesn’t think that Jackson giving her a little kiss is part of what she usually gets from dealing with him.
Next, he has pictures of Jack dragging Doc Carter through campus, away from her lab. She’s obviously protesting, but he keeps tugging at her wrist, giving her his best ‘wounded puppy’ look, something all the O’Neill men are professionals at displaying. He also likes the shot of Jack throwing Sam over his shoulder and carrying her towards his car.
He wonders how long they’ve been married and just haven’t let anyone know.
There are several more, all featuring various faculty and students in several potentially embarrassing situations. Old Bob Kinsey finding his toilet-papered car and screaming incoherently at the long-departed culprits (Jon has his own theories as to who was behind that, but he’s not talking). The real kicker, though, is the series of pictures he’s gotten of Dr. Weir and Professor Sheppard making out up in the bell tower, or even a quick kiss at her car. And there are other moments as well. They may not be kissing, but the atmosphere between them is palatable.
He knows that everyone’s aware that they’re “officially dating” now. Hell, a lot of people are convinced they’ve been going out for years and have just been trying to keep it quiet (and failing miserably). But it’s really a rare thing for people to catch them together in such a manner.
He knows people who would kill for these pictures. Sheppard’s groupies, to burn in effigy and go into mourning over. Doc Frasier, who’d love to tease her friend. Jack, who would just be pleased to know that he and Sam aren’t the hottest topic on campus anymore (Jon rather thinks they still are, but that the interest has gone underground to make them lower their guard).
He knows Sheppard and Weir would kill him if these things got out. So, he keeps them hidden away. He’s not going to destroy his own work, but there are some things that just aren’t meant for display. That, and Cynthia would kill him if he let others see them, even more painfully than Sheppard and Weir would. Who knew such a tiny blue-eyed blonde could be so threatening? She likes Sheppard, having taken a couple of his classes and respects him. And by default, she likes Weir, even if she doesn’t know her really well. But she’s heard good things about her and doesn’t want to see her embarrassed.
So this photo album’s kept well away from prying eyes.
“Hey, Jon-boy! You home?”
He quickly shuts the album and shoves it in the middle of his stack of albums. “Yeah,” he yells back, getting up from the couch. “I’m here, Jack.”
“Cool. Got any Jello?”
He walks into the kitchen, seeing his uncle opening up the fridge. “I’m the poor college student,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “Why do you come to me for food?”
“You’ve always got red Jello. Carter only stocks the blue kind in the Physics department fridge.”
Jon smirks. It looks like he may get to have some fun this evening.
Author: AngelQueen
Pairings: John/Elizabeth, Sam/Jack, minor Janet/Daniel
Length: 1,139 words
Rated: PG
AU: langford_u
Summary: It’s better to watch everything from behind the scenes. More fun for him.
Author’s Notes: *looks around nervously* Hope no one minds... When I first found this community, I read in the cast and crew area that a certain Jon O’Neill was also attending Langford. I haven’t read anything concerning him, so I figured, why not? *cackles*
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He likes keeping a low profile on campus. By not appearing to do anything interesting, he’s pretty much left to his own devices. He doesn’t envy people like Ryan Gifa, being the son of the best football player the University had ever had and following in his footsteps. Even professors like John Sheppard don’t have it easy, having acquired a pack of giggling groupie sorority girls that constantly follow him around.
So, by just concentrating on his major - people still think he’s crazy for pursuing a major in Photography and a minor in History, of all things - and getting involved in a few low-key clubs - though how anyone considers the Langford chapter of The Simpsons Fan Club low-key he doesn’t know - people pretty much just remember him as another face in the crowed, rather than Jon O’Neill, Jack O’Neill’s nephew and the cousin of the tragic Charlie O’Neill.
He misses Charlie everyday, don’t get him wrong. Charlie, the older cousin. Charlie, the one who didn’t treat him like a total pain in the ass when they were younger and he wanted to play with ‘the big kids.’ But getting compared to both him and Jack (calling him ‘Uncle Jack,’ even when he was a kid, is just weird-sounding) on a daily basis isn’t exactly something he wants to deal with.
It was pretty bad when he first came to Langford. It had only been a few years since the accident (translation: it could still be considered newsworthy in the university paper), and the fact that Jon had fortune - misfortune? - of looking so much like Jack and Charlie, people immediately recognized him. He even considered transferring to somewhere else, just so people would stop asking him, “Jon O’Neill? You’re related to Jack O’Neill? Charlie O’Neill?! Wow!”
That idea hadn’t lasted long, really. His mother, though only an O’Neill by marriage, was just as stubborn as them, if not worse. She declared that no son of hers was going to run away just because people knew his family. She told him to tough it out and eventually, people would lose interest.
Such a sympathetic woman. Really.
But she was right. When people saw that he wasn’t prone to doing extremely weird things like his uncle, or scream ‘greatness’ like Charlie had, they began to drift off, leaving only those who really wanted to be his friends.
Now he’s a junior. He has a quiet circle of friends from the History and Photography departments. There’s even Cynthia, a Photography Major, that he really enjoys spending time with. They even like to take their cameras out across campus, making the own collections of college photos. Some go to projects for classes, while others are for more… unusual uses.
Which is what he’s looking at now. He has several albums full of photos. Like the free-for-all football game by the weird ring art thingy where everyone involved got covered in mud. Or different stages of the Physics War between Drs. Carter and McKay. He even has some great scenic shots of the campus, like at sunset, or even in the middle of winter with a huge blanket of snow on the ground.
There is one album that is Cynthia’s particular favorite. It is probably the smallest, the most non-descript of them all; outwardly it’s nothing special. He picks it up and puts it in his lap, opening it carefully. On the first page, there’s a fairly recent photo of Teyla Emmagan and Aiden Ford making out behind the gym building. Several other shots of Teyla and Ford in the midst of different activities surround it.
On the next page, there are a few photos of Doc Frasier treating Professor Jackson for his latest klutz attack. Only, Jon doesn’t think that Jackson giving her a little kiss is part of what she usually gets from dealing with him.
Next, he has pictures of Jack dragging Doc Carter through campus, away from her lab. She’s obviously protesting, but he keeps tugging at her wrist, giving her his best ‘wounded puppy’ look, something all the O’Neill men are professionals at displaying. He also likes the shot of Jack throwing Sam over his shoulder and carrying her towards his car.
He wonders how long they’ve been married and just haven’t let anyone know.
There are several more, all featuring various faculty and students in several potentially embarrassing situations. Old Bob Kinsey finding his toilet-papered car and screaming incoherently at the long-departed culprits (Jon has his own theories as to who was behind that, but he’s not talking). The real kicker, though, is the series of pictures he’s gotten of Dr. Weir and Professor Sheppard making out up in the bell tower, or even a quick kiss at her car. And there are other moments as well. They may not be kissing, but the atmosphere between them is palatable.
He knows that everyone’s aware that they’re “officially dating” now. Hell, a lot of people are convinced they’ve been going out for years and have just been trying to keep it quiet (and failing miserably). But it’s really a rare thing for people to catch them together in such a manner.
He knows people who would kill for these pictures. Sheppard’s groupies, to burn in effigy and go into mourning over. Doc Frasier, who’d love to tease her friend. Jack, who would just be pleased to know that he and Sam aren’t the hottest topic on campus anymore (Jon rather thinks they still are, but that the interest has gone underground to make them lower their guard).
He knows Sheppard and Weir would kill him if these things got out. So, he keeps them hidden away. He’s not going to destroy his own work, but there are some things that just aren’t meant for display. That, and Cynthia would kill him if he let others see them, even more painfully than Sheppard and Weir would. Who knew such a tiny blue-eyed blonde could be so threatening? She likes Sheppard, having taken a couple of his classes and respects him. And by default, she likes Weir, even if she doesn’t know her really well. But she’s heard good things about her and doesn’t want to see her embarrassed.
So this photo album’s kept well away from prying eyes.
“Hey, Jon-boy! You home?”
He quickly shuts the album and shoves it in the middle of his stack of albums. “Yeah,” he yells back, getting up from the couch. “I’m here, Jack.”
“Cool. Got any Jello?”
He walks into the kitchen, seeing his uncle opening up the fridge. “I’m the poor college student,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “Why do you come to me for food?”
“You’ve always got red Jello. Carter only stocks the blue kind in the Physics department fridge.”
Jon smirks. It looks like he may get to have some fun this evening.