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Hero
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Title: Hero
Ficlet for `Honor' drabble challenge
Author: Diana (December 2006)
Email: shrap45@yahoo.com
Status: Complete
Category: Drama, Whump
Pairings: None
Spoilers: S7, `Heroes' (AU)
Season: Seven
Content Level: C
Content Warnings: Character death
Summary: Janet thinks about Jack
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
File Size: 3.72KB
Archive: Jackfic, Jack's Cabin
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`It was an honor to serve with you, Sir'.
My words where he fell.
My last words at his funeral.
My first words at his grave.
He didn't deserve to die, but he died doing what he did best.
Helping and defending others, yet again risking his own life to save others ... only, this time, his own was lost.
He must have seen the sniper in the trees.
He cut right across my path.
Took the blast full on, square in his chest.
The one mercy was that he died instantly.
He didn't suffer.
He suffered too much in his career - physically, mentally.
Carried the scars - visible, invisible.
Not all could see them.
He was very good at keeping his feelings hidden.
He always joked about his injuries.
I and a few other senior medical staff were the only ones who knew precisely how bad those had been in the past.
What he had been through in the service of his country.
What he had had to do to protect others.
He suffered too much in his life - losing his parents when still a boy ... almost destroyed when he lost his son, and then his wife.
He did recover.
Found a new purpose.
Although his family still meant so much to him.
His house was full of pictures.
Of the life that could have been.
Of the life that was no more.
Of the life that now is no more.
The war against the Goa'uld, the Replicators, any other intergalactic enemy you could mention, and a few at home too, will be that much more difficult now that he has gone.
He used to call me Doc. Sometimes affectionately, sometimes plaintively, sometimes angrily, and he could be a pain in the proverbial butt, to use one of his favourite words. But, deep down, I knew he cared ... about his team ... about other people on the base ... about the base itself ... about anyone in trouble. He had put his career on the line more than once to save people, especially kids ... Skaara ... Reetou Charlie ... Merrin. The father in him never went away.
He hated being a patient in the Infirmary, but he always came to visit others who were here ... told them bad jokes ... gave them the "tuna torture" ... generally made them feel better.
I don't think he ever realised what a positive influence he was, or, how much he was respected. Not that he would have liked any fuss shown. He hated it when people thanked him or praised him for a job well done. He always said it was down to team work.
I'm going to miss his voice.
I'm going to miss his presence.
I'm going to miss him fiddling with the equipment.
Most of all I'm going to miss him.
The base is in shock.
It is sad ... subdued ... empty.
`It was an honor to serve with him.'
General Hammond's words at the beginning of the documentary about our work.
Yes, the Colonel would have hated being the centre of attention, but it is a fitting tribute to his life, and those he saved will live on to carry his memory into the future.
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Diana
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