Reflections
by Mr. Eggers
EMAIL: mintchocolatebear@hotmail.com
STATUS: complete
CATEGORY: Future story, reference to Jack/Sam, Dan/Jan.
RATING: G
SEASON: Future
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Tears of Joy and Pain"
DISCLAIMERS: Everything related to SG1 is owned by MGM and Showtime, not me.
FEEDBACK: Please give me feedback at fanfiction.com. You will find this
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He fastened his utility vest overtop his uniform. Around him were other
outfitted team members, checking and rechecking gear and equipment.
Shuffling a bit in his camouflage and supplies he found it difficult not to
tense up. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed; he sensed his heart rate
decrease a bit. Then his hands shook. They always shook when he was
nervous. He got that one from his mother. His eyes were still shut as he
plunged himself back into his own sub-conscious, separating himself from his
body. Everything around him became a distant echo.
"Well...", he thought, distracting himself, "This is it. Your first step
through the Gate. Dad said it would take a while to get used to. Mom still
doesn't like it. Says it's like riding on the worst roller coaster of your
life, except you have nothing to grab onto. Shit....I DON'T want to do
this. Same horror as when I got my first vaccine for school, only worse.
Maybe I could turn and bolt. No...they'd kick my ass up and down the block
if I tried that." A pat on the back from one of his fellow team-mates
temporarily snapped him back to reality. He grabbed his pack and helmet and
followed everyone else out to the Gate room. There he closed his eyes and
was plunged back into emptiness.
"I should thank Master Teal'c for the psychological training when I return.
This is really helping...I hope. Now what's my job here? Oh, yeah.
`Decipher the language on the rock walls outside the Gate'. Sounds easy. I
deciphered some stuff SG-22 brought back with them from P3X-45-niner, or
something. Piece o' cake. I wish Mom and Dad were here to send me off.
Wait, no. That would make me look like a wuss in front of the other guys.
Saunders, Mokemba, Juarez. They'd tease me for weeks if they even HEARD
about that.
"Okay man...look at your holo-tag, start sending back info, buddy." He
began reading his holographic dog tag silently to himself.
NAME: Jonathan Daniel O'Neill.
RANK: Second Lieutenant, United States Air Force.
SERIAL NUMBER: 81R-637-59-T46.
TEAM: SG-36 (Tertiary Scientific Team).
SPECIALIZATION: Cultural Liaison.
SECONDARY FUNCTION: Security and Defense.
AGE: 21.
BIRTH DATE: December 25, 2035.
BIRTHPLACE: P7B-595.
PARENTS: Benjamin Steven O'Neill and Angela Tabitha Jackson.
SIBLINGS: None.
SPOUSE: Second Lieutenant Ekaterina Stolakova. Russian Science Division,
Xeno-bioengineering.
(Wonder what I'll get that sexy little girl for
her...)
General Grumman's voice bellowed over the loudspeakers, down to the waiting soldiers.
"SG-36, you have a go! Enjoy yourselves people, and don`t cause any
trouble, got it?" The cluster of green helmets nodded and each person ran
up the ramp towards the event horizon. He was the last to ascend. Or at
least he thought he was. Standing merely inches from the shimmering
surface, he saw his reflection upon the rippling blue.
"Wow, here goes. Now what was that Grandma Sam said about the amount of energy being expended? On the order of a hundred zilliwatts or something?
Hmph! Looks harmless." From behind came a set of footsteps, slowly taping
up the ramp. He turned to see his own companion, 2nd Lt. Stolakova, decked
out in full off-world gear; walking up to the Gate. Her long auburn hair
and big emerald eyes looked out of place beneath the camouflage army helmet
on her head. She looked a lot like how his other grandmother, Janet, looked
in the old photos with Grandpa Daniel. Of course those were old
photographs. He had never met them in real life, they died eleven years
before he was born. But Katya was real. And he liked that.
"Jack, sweetie, time to fly!", she purred musically, revealing her heavy Slavic accent. "Don't want everyone waiting!" She pushed against his chest and he instinctually grabbed her wrists to stop her. But it was too late. The inertia created shoved the two into the event horizon leaving nothing but blue waves in their wake.
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