Opportunity #1: The War
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fantastic_jackieTitle: The Opportune Moments, Opportunity #1: The War
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patriot_jackie
Rating: G
Word Count: 1706 Words
Genre: Humor and Romance
Season/Spoilers: No real spoilers. Takes place in SGA4 and Window of Opportunity
Summary: While commanding the city of Atlantis, Sam's strange dreams lead her to request Jack to regale the events that unfolded during the time loops through a series of letters. Tonight’s letter: Hey, Carter. If me and Teal’c squared off in a field match, who do you think would win?
AN: Writing narratives as letters from Jack and T is awkward, to say the least, and I hope to get better as I go along, but any helpful tidbits or suggestions would be appreciated!
Prologue
Opportunity #1: The War
Sam,
It took me a while to figure out what to do first. Didn’t you say we were looping for three months? At least?
Anyway. I guess it doesn’t matter which one you start with, so I just piled them in here. There’s no real order or anything. Teal’c wrote a few in here, too. We both decided to go ahead and keep writing these for you, so there will be more with the next supply shipment. Hope this holds you over until then.
Miss you.
Love always,
Jack
PS: It was a lot easier to write these with pretend dialogue, so... Just pretend. They’re not exact quotes or anything.
PPS: I think it goes without saying that you shouldn’t leave these out where anyone can find them. And I mean anyone. Teal’c is surprisingly deviant when given the chance – and I know you already know that about me.
Sam laughed softly at the simple letter, allowing herself to momentarily recall just how deviant Jack O’Neill could be. In the privacy of her own quarters, she could afford such thoughts. But even with no one around, she couldn’t prevent a light blush from painting her cheeks.
Placing the letter on her nightstand (where she could easily reach it to read it over again), she peered into the small brown package on her lap. She’d waited all day for this, since the shipment had arrived this morning. She gaped at it. The box was stacked with sealed envelopes, each one blank; she felt a little lump form in her throat to see how much trouble the two of them had gone through to write so much and have it all prepared in six day’s time. To top it off, apparently Jack knew she would be making these tales stretch as long as she could and had helped in his – and Teal’c’s – own way to keep the events separated.
Swallowing her emotional reaction, she wondered which she should read through first for a moment before reaching in and grabbing one. It wasn’t as if they had summaries on the outside, and she would eventually get to all of them. For tonight, she would just read the first one. One a day, she decided, until they ran out.
Running her finger carefully under the sealed top, she opened the envelope and pulled out its contents.
Hey Carter,
If Teal’c and me squared off in a field match, who do you think would win? Well, one of the best ideas me an’ T had was to find out.
You and Danny-boy weren’t so eager, though. – Well, at first.
While I happen to remember this loop particularly well,Teal’c wanted to help me.- And before you even ask, yes, we really did this.
It started after T’ and I had sparred in the gym. General Hammond had given us the loop off as downtime, so that was what we decided to do. I don’t know why; I always knew I was going to lose. Can’t ever really expect to beat ol’ Teal’c in a boxing match. Maybe we both needed to work off some frustration, although I always thought Teal’c secretly enjoyed beating the crap out of me when he had the opportunity. You know, because I’m so pleasant to have around all the time.
As usual, I was whining about losing. Loudly, because I know it annoys him. His temple does that twitchy thing. It was a mutual agreement between us; he’d wipe the floor with me and then I’d irritate him the best ways I knew how. It kept the scales even.
Anyway, I had an idea, – they happen occasionally – so I challenged him. “You may hand me my a-- every time in hand-to-hand combat, Teal’c, but if we had a contest of tactics and strategy, I would so win.”
He did his eyebrow thing. “I believe you are mistaken, O’Neill.”
“Don’t think so!”
“Indeed, you are.”
And then you and Daniel came peeling around the corner to find out what we were going on about.
“You don’t think what, Jack?” Daniel asked me in that slow voice. The one he uses when he thinks it will calm the situation down.
T’ was pretty calm already, though. “That I could defeat him in a tactical situation,” he answered.
“You couldn’t!” I goaded.
And then – and this I remember perfectly – then you raised your eyebrows and lowered them like you always do when you’re surprised to be considering something. And then you said, and I quote, “Well, the Colonel is a tactical mastermind...”
I’ve secretly carried that compliment around with me for years. I’d never known you had such a high opinion of my strategic mind. I knew there was a reason I loved you, and I said as much with a pat to your shoulder. Of course, at the time I said liked. Same difference. I think you knew; you blushed.
But in response, you just had to say, “I didn’t say you’d win, Sir.” Which meant I didn’t like you anymore. – Well, for the moment.
Teal’c actually smirked, the smug b-----d. “Indeed you did not,” he said facing me and began a staring contest.
Daniel suggested for us to test the theory through a game like chess, but you, ever the smart Major, didn’t think even that was a good idea. While we continued to stare each other down, the two of you talked about what would happen if Teal’c somehow managed to beat me. (As if!) Something about the chain of command being weakened between us…
“I won’t lose!” I insisted. Because I wouldn’t.
But Teal’c was so sure. “I believe you will, O’Neill.”
Then I had an idea – another one. Ignoring Teal’c, I grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you to me, taking first pick. “I’ve got Carter!” I announced. Because I really couldn’t lose with you on my side.
“What?! Sir!” – Of course you hadn’t expected to be caught in the middle.
Teal’c placed a heavy hand on Daniel’s shoulder just as he instinctively began to sneak away. With a yelp, that was extremely girly, by the way, he was pulled roughly, stumbling backwards. “I have DanielJackson.”
“What?! No! What are you two-?!”
Of course I had to up him after that. “Oh yeah?!” So I claimed General Hammond.
T narrowed his eyes. “You will be a worthy opponent, O’Neill.”
“Wait a second, guys! What did we just agree to?” you demanded.
“I didn’t agree to anything!” Daniel protested.
“Capture the flag,” I answered. “Know the rules?”
“Oh, G--,” Daniel said, dreading. He can be so dramatic some times.
“I have played your video games, O’Neill.” It’s always good to know when your influence is helpful in these situations.
“Good! Amass your half of the SGC in half an hour. We’ll meet in the briefing room to decide on bases and further rules of game play.”
“Agreed.”
“The entire SGC?”
“Yes, Carter.” Have I ever told you how cute you are when caught in complete disbelief? Well, you are. But I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time. Not consciously, at least.
Back to the story.
“If you don’t mind my asking, what weapons will we be using,” Daniel asked. He always thinks he’s so smart. Which he is, but… not this time.
“I suggest Zat’nik’tels.” (T insists that he did not say Zats, even in the third person.)
“NO!” you and Daniel said together.
I said we would just use the training weapons down in storage.
“But those things hurt!” Daniel protested.
“Plannin’ on getting shot, Danny-boy?”
“He is not,” Teal’c answered for him as he turned and dragged Daniel along with him. He really took this whole challenge thing to heart; you gotta love Teal’c for always giving it his all.
Daniel struggled in vain against the big guy, and turned to you desperately. “You’re going to see Hammond! Convince him that this is insane!”
“I dunno, Daniel!” you called to him, and I could tell you were excited then. “If the General agrees, I think it’ll be fun! When will we ever have another opportunity like this?” Knew there was a reason! I grinned beside you, and we turned in the opposite way to rally our troops.
“What happened to ‘if Jack loses?!’” – Daniel’s last ditch effort.
You looked over your shoulder and said, “We’re so not going to lose.”
I coulda kissed you. And I did… but not right then.
But that’s the end for now. General Hammond did agree; I, to this day, don’t know why. You tried to sell it as a training exercise, but I don't think that was the reason.
I think he really wanted to do it. See some action, experience the thrills of a battle even. I think I can understand his position.
Teal’c requested to write the other half, and I told him he could, so I guess you’re on a cliff hanger until then. Good luck finding it, though. We purposely didn’t mark it any different from the others.
Love (yes love!)
Jack (and Teal’c. A little bit. Not as much as me.)
Still chuckling, she turned the letter over, then re-read it quickly, before half-heartedly cursing her former teammates under her breath. They could not be serious. She peered into the package again, her face falling as she realized the slim probability of her finding the second half of the story any time soon.
Deviant indeed, she thought, a grin stretching across her face as she gave up her minor irritation at being placed on an evil cliffhanger so early on.
So the entire SGC had been roped into a game of capture the flag. She couldn’t believe the two of them had kept such a thing quiet for so long! It brought her to wonder what other adventures they’d had that no one else knew of.
Sam wished she could remember any of this, but nothing in her dreams seemed to match anything in the letter. And anyway, she told herself, if she did remember, then she wouldn’t have these letters in the first place.
Nope, she thought as she stood and hid the letters in her bottom nightstand drawer, locking it afterwards. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
TBC in Opportunity 2: Getting Caught...
AN: It's difficult, I'll say that, keeping a voice throughout a letter in which Jack is narrating his own story. Each of these little adventures were originally written in 3PO, and now I'm adjusting them to become letters. Dialogue is the most awkward... Anyway, like I said, any critical reviews would be greatly appreciated - I do want these letters to be in character more than anything else.
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Author:
patriot_jackieRating: G
Word Count: 1706 Words
Genre: Humor and Romance
Season/Spoilers: No real spoilers. Takes place in SGA4 and Window of Opportunity
Summary: While commanding the city of Atlantis, Sam's strange dreams lead her to request Jack to regale the events that unfolded during the time loops through a series of letters. Tonight’s letter: Hey, Carter. If me and Teal’c squared off in a field match, who do you think would win?
AN: Writing narratives as letters from Jack and T is awkward, to say the least, and I hope to get better as I go along, but any helpful tidbits or suggestions would be appreciated!
Prologue
Opportunity #1: The War
Sam,
It took me a while to figure out what to do first. Didn’t you say we were looping for three months? At least?
Anyway. I guess it doesn’t matter which one you start with, so I just piled them in here. There’s no real order or anything. Teal’c wrote a few in here, too. We both decided to go ahead and keep writing these for you, so there will be more with the next supply shipment. Hope this holds you over until then.
Miss you.
Love always,
Jack
PS: It was a lot easier to write these with pretend dialogue, so... Just pretend. They’re not exact quotes or anything.
PPS: I think it goes without saying that you shouldn’t leave these out where anyone can find them. And I mean anyone. Teal’c is surprisingly deviant when given the chance – and I know you already know that about me.
Sam laughed softly at the simple letter, allowing herself to momentarily recall just how deviant Jack O’Neill could be. In the privacy of her own quarters, she could afford such thoughts. But even with no one around, she couldn’t prevent a light blush from painting her cheeks.
Placing the letter on her nightstand (where she could easily reach it to read it over again), she peered into the small brown package on her lap. She’d waited all day for this, since the shipment had arrived this morning. She gaped at it. The box was stacked with sealed envelopes, each one blank; she felt a little lump form in her throat to see how much trouble the two of them had gone through to write so much and have it all prepared in six day’s time. To top it off, apparently Jack knew she would be making these tales stretch as long as she could and had helped in his – and Teal’c’s – own way to keep the events separated.
Swallowing her emotional reaction, she wondered which she should read through first for a moment before reaching in and grabbing one. It wasn’t as if they had summaries on the outside, and she would eventually get to all of them. For tonight, she would just read the first one. One a day, she decided, until they ran out.
Running her finger carefully under the sealed top, she opened the envelope and pulled out its contents.
Hey Carter,
If Teal’c and me squared off in a field match, who do you think would win? Well, one of the best ideas me an’ T had was to find out.
You and Danny-boy weren’t so eager, though. – Well, at first.
While I happen to remember this loop particularly well,Teal’c wanted to help me.- And before you even ask, yes, we really did this.
It started after T’ and I had sparred in the gym. General Hammond had given us the loop off as downtime, so that was what we decided to do. I don’t know why; I always knew I was going to lose. Can’t ever really expect to beat ol’ Teal’c in a boxing match. Maybe we both needed to work off some frustration, although I always thought Teal’c secretly enjoyed beating the crap out of me when he had the opportunity. You know, because I’m so pleasant to have around all the time.
As usual, I was whining about losing. Loudly, because I know it annoys him. His temple does that twitchy thing. It was a mutual agreement between us; he’d wipe the floor with me and then I’d irritate him the best ways I knew how. It kept the scales even.
Anyway, I had an idea, – they happen occasionally – so I challenged him. “You may hand me my a-- every time in hand-to-hand combat, Teal’c, but if we had a contest of tactics and strategy, I would so win.”
He did his eyebrow thing. “I believe you are mistaken, O’Neill.”
“Don’t think so!”
“Indeed, you are.”
And then you and Daniel came peeling around the corner to find out what we were going on about.
“You don’t think what, Jack?” Daniel asked me in that slow voice. The one he uses when he thinks it will calm the situation down.
T’ was pretty calm already, though. “That I could defeat him in a tactical situation,” he answered.
“You couldn’t!” I goaded.
And then – and this I remember perfectly – then you raised your eyebrows and lowered them like you always do when you’re surprised to be considering something. And then you said, and I quote, “Well, the Colonel is a tactical mastermind...”
I’ve secretly carried that compliment around with me for years. I’d never known you had such a high opinion of my strategic mind. I knew there was a reason I loved you, and I said as much with a pat to your shoulder. Of course, at the time I said liked. Same difference. I think you knew; you blushed.
But in response, you just had to say, “I didn’t say you’d win, Sir.” Which meant I didn’t like you anymore. – Well, for the moment.
Teal’c actually smirked, the smug b-----d. “Indeed you did not,” he said facing me and began a staring contest.
Daniel suggested for us to test the theory through a game like chess, but you, ever the smart Major, didn’t think even that was a good idea. While we continued to stare each other down, the two of you talked about what would happen if Teal’c somehow managed to beat me. (As if!) Something about the chain of command being weakened between us…
“I won’t lose!” I insisted. Because I wouldn’t.
But Teal’c was so sure. “I believe you will, O’Neill.”
Then I had an idea – another one. Ignoring Teal’c, I grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you to me, taking first pick. “I’ve got Carter!” I announced. Because I really couldn’t lose with you on my side.
“What?! Sir!” – Of course you hadn’t expected to be caught in the middle.
Teal’c placed a heavy hand on Daniel’s shoulder just as he instinctively began to sneak away. With a yelp, that was extremely girly, by the way, he was pulled roughly, stumbling backwards. “I have DanielJackson.”
“What?! No! What are you two-?!”
Of course I had to up him after that. “Oh yeah?!” So I claimed General Hammond.
T narrowed his eyes. “You will be a worthy opponent, O’Neill.”
“Wait a second, guys! What did we just agree to?” you demanded.
“I didn’t agree to anything!” Daniel protested.
“Capture the flag,” I answered. “Know the rules?”
“Oh, G--,” Daniel said, dreading. He can be so dramatic some times.
“I have played your video games, O’Neill.” It’s always good to know when your influence is helpful in these situations.
“Good! Amass your half of the SGC in half an hour. We’ll meet in the briefing room to decide on bases and further rules of game play.”
“Agreed.”
“The entire SGC?”
“Yes, Carter.” Have I ever told you how cute you are when caught in complete disbelief? Well, you are. But I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time. Not consciously, at least.
Back to the story.
“If you don’t mind my asking, what weapons will we be using,” Daniel asked. He always thinks he’s so smart. Which he is, but… not this time.
“I suggest Zat’nik’tels.” (T insists that he did not say Zats, even in the third person.)
“NO!” you and Daniel said together.
I said we would just use the training weapons down in storage.
“But those things hurt!” Daniel protested.
“Plannin’ on getting shot, Danny-boy?”
“He is not,” Teal’c answered for him as he turned and dragged Daniel along with him. He really took this whole challenge thing to heart; you gotta love Teal’c for always giving it his all.
Daniel struggled in vain against the big guy, and turned to you desperately. “You’re going to see Hammond! Convince him that this is insane!”
“I dunno, Daniel!” you called to him, and I could tell you were excited then. “If the General agrees, I think it’ll be fun! When will we ever have another opportunity like this?” Knew there was a reason! I grinned beside you, and we turned in the opposite way to rally our troops.
“What happened to ‘if Jack loses?!’” – Daniel’s last ditch effort.
You looked over your shoulder and said, “We’re so not going to lose.”
I coulda kissed you. And I did… but not right then.
But that’s the end for now. General Hammond did agree; I, to this day, don’t know why. You tried to sell it as a training exercise, but I don't think that was the reason.
I think he really wanted to do it. See some action, experience the thrills of a battle even. I think I can understand his position.
Teal’c requested to write the other half, and I told him he could, so I guess you’re on a cliff hanger until then. Good luck finding it, though. We purposely didn’t mark it any different from the others.
Love (yes love!)
Jack (and Teal’c. A little bit. Not as much as me.)
Still chuckling, she turned the letter over, then re-read it quickly, before half-heartedly cursing her former teammates under her breath. They could not be serious. She peered into the package again, her face falling as she realized the slim probability of her finding the second half of the story any time soon.
Deviant indeed, she thought, a grin stretching across her face as she gave up her minor irritation at being placed on an evil cliffhanger so early on.
So the entire SGC had been roped into a game of capture the flag. She couldn’t believe the two of them had kept such a thing quiet for so long! It brought her to wonder what other adventures they’d had that no one else knew of.
Sam wished she could remember any of this, but nothing in her dreams seemed to match anything in the letter. And anyway, she told herself, if she did remember, then she wouldn’t have these letters in the first place.
Nope, she thought as she stood and hid the letters in her bottom nightstand drawer, locking it afterwards. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
TBC in Opportunity 2: Getting Caught...
AN: It's difficult, I'll say that, keeping a voice throughout a letter in which Jack is narrating his own story. Each of these little adventures were originally written in 3PO, and now I'm adjusting them to become letters. Dialogue is the most awkward... Anyway, like I said, any critical reviews would be greatly appreciated - I do want these letters to be in character more than anything else.
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Date: 2008-09-26 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 04:52 pm (UTC)More shall come next week! I'll try to keep updates every Friday. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-26 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 04:57 pm (UTC)lol I figured I'd give voice to y'all readers there - no warning, just cliffhanger. And she's not going to find the next part any time soon!
You're very welcome; thanks for stoppin' by and reviewing!
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Date: 2008-09-26 09:24 pm (UTC)I wasn't sure about this idea yesterday when I read the Prologue but I'm lovin' it! I always wanted to write a "other things they did in the time loop" fic, but I'll leave it in your very capable hands! Please tell me the next part is on it's way?? :)
Oh, did anyone ever read a fic ages ago where Teal'c and Jack called Maybourne to the SGC in one of the loops and basically beat the sh!t out of him?
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Date: 2008-09-27 05:05 pm (UTC)Next chapter is on the way to be released next Friday, yes. :)
LOL I haven't, but with a teaser like that, I'd love to check it out!! - Even though I love Maybourne. After he was finished being an evil jerk, at least. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-26 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 05:08 pm (UTC)Continuing I am! The next chapter will be up next week - I'm aiming for weekly Friday updates. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-28 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 06:25 pm (UTC)It's great that someone can understand my dilemma! I think for the newer ones that I'm not converting from 3PO, I'll steer as clear from dialogue as possible. Which may or may not make them shorter... We'll have to see. Narration is much more comfortable, though, and probably believable.
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Date: 2009-06-08 05:13 pm (UTC)