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TITLE: Contact
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: (R) - for Jack language:)
ARCHIVE: SJD yes. All others fine, just let me know, please.
CATEGORIES: Jack/Teal'c friendship, a tiny bit of Sam/Jack UST
(because I'm incapable of penning anything without it)
SPOILERS: Through "Lost City pt. 2"
STATUS: Complete
SUMMARY: Jack's thoughts when Teal'c came to speak to him alone
in "Lost City 2".


This one is for Siggy. She made me do it.:)


CONTACT
by
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)
Copyright (c) 2004



Hunkered on the floor, wires and circuits and a Rube Goldberg of
power sources and alien lights around him; Jack O'Neill felt more
like Sam Carter than he did like Jack.

He didn't understand anything he was doing, anything he was
creating. But his certainty never wavered.

He wished Sam could explain it to him. *"Imagine the galaxy is
an apple. We burrow our way through the apple like a worm,
crossing from one side to the other instead of going around the
outside...."* He kept turning around expecting her to be there,
a step behind him, with big words and soft tones that made the
chaos take a recognizable shape. But Sam couldn't pull him out
this time. Even she was lost.

In the blurry shadows of Jack's life, hovering at the edges of
his mind, he saw the approach of Teal'c.

The deep voice broke through the clutter for a moment. "Are you
preparing a weapon for battle, O'Neill?"

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Teal'c said something. Teal'c...said....something...

"Sensors have detected an armada of Goa'uld ships in orbit around
Earth."

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"Can you understand anything that I am saying, O'Neill?"

Jack heard the softening of his friend's voice. He heard that.
Understood, felt the meaning more than he comprehended the
words. But he could only pause for a moment, only quiet the
voices for a few breaths.

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Teal'c's shadow lowered beside him.

"O'Neill, I wish for you to know..."

Words. Real words that made sense. And Jack was still building,
but he was aware and he was watching this alien man beside him
who was his friend in the truest sense, struggling to express
emotions he had been taught not to feel.

This man of honor and independence and strength, who had once
looked to Jack O'Neill for guidance in a life so alien Teal'c
could never have anticipated it. Jack had had no concept of how
to relate to him, then. He had gone on pure instinct in bringing
this stranger home and pulling him into the only life Jack knew.

And somewhere along the way the oddest and deepest of friendships
had formed.

Jack felt the struggle raging in the powerful muscles beside him.
And in an instant he could hear everything those thick lips meant
to express, but Jack couldn't hold onto English anymore. Could
barely process what he heard, let alone form anything eloquent of
his own volition--

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intermolecularvolition**

Jack grasped tight to a flash of O'Neill and shut up the fucking
alien voices that were meant to save them all, and he reached out
his hand to touch an old friend's face. Skin. Warm. Contact.
He gripped Teal'c's shoulder. Real contact for a moment, and it
tore his gut that it could very well be the last in his human
life. But true friendship was a pretty good last thing to feel.

Teal'c nodded, and Jack snatched at the fleeting connection that
was slipping away in the wind.

His team was strong. Daniel would lose himself in the scope of
time and history and go on being Daniel as he did through every
tragedy that befell him. Sam would go home and cry for days and
push Pete away until she finally let him in and slowly
reconstructed her life and went on to make Jack's death mean
something. One more shadow beneath her brilliant blue eyes. And
Teal'c...Teal'c had learned all he needed to know about being a
free-willed soul in this universe. He would venture forth
bravely into this wild life he had chosen. He would carry on the
cause.

And Jack held tight to these beliefs as the alien words rushed
him again, and his hand broke free of the warm skin beside him
and met once again with cold cable and tried to remember
**982736546CRFUL3873765** what it felt like
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to lie in the grass on P3X-249 **0983876253** after eating those
intoxicating leaves and laugh himself into tears with Daniel and
Teal'c and his shoulder against Sam's--

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--Teal'c was gone.


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