Five ways Jack screwed the regs.
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1. He never kicked Daniel off the team for being insubordinate, disobedient, trying to strand himself permanently off-world, not coming when Jack called, and all the other dangerous situations Daniel wandered into in defiance of a direct order. The regs about civilians, what few were actually written, certainly permitted if not demanded that Daniel be punished.
After P3X-972, when Daniel tried to take Ernest Langford’s place, and also, you know, die, Jack put his foot down.
Jack followed Daniel after the debriefing, when the archaeologist had retreated to his office to write down what he remembered about the alien symbols that collapsed into the ocean. He hadn’t mentioned the part where Daniel tried to follow them down to General Hammond, and Daniel hadn’t appeared to notice or looked appropriately grateful.
He also seemed really confused with Jack used the words “suspension” “you idiot” and “delay your funeral by two weeks” in some order or the other. There may have been some yelling.
Daniel blinked at him, immune to the volume as usual. “You can’t suspend me,” he said.
Jack walked up to the desk. He kind of wanted to take one of the rocks off of it and throw the largest one at the wall next to Daniel’s head. He refrained.
“I just did,” Jack said. “Two weeks is after Carter talked me down from forever.”
That got Daniel’s eyebrows up. “Forever? Jack-”
“Forever,” Jack interrupted. “Did you see how I didn’t tell Hammond what you did?”
“Yes,” Daniel said, drawing the word out.
“Forever,” Jack repeated, drawing it out, too. “The goal of this program is not to kill civilians. You can do your job without ever going through the gate.”
He hadn’t actually planned on making the forever threat, but Daniel’s total lack of reaction was pissing him off.
“My job is to find my wife,” Daniel said, stubbornly missing the point.
“And you can’t do that if you’re dead,” Jack retorted. “What am I supposed to say when we find her, Daniel? Sorry, your husband decided getting crushed under some rocks was more important than sticking around for you?”
“Okay,” Daniel said, still speaking slowly. “I’m sorry about today.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right it won’t, Daniel.” Jack was trying to stop yelling, trying to sound serious and unmovable. He wasn’t really succeeding.
“I’m not joking. You fuck around again – you try to get yourself killed – I’ll bench you.”
Daniel appeared to want to be punched in the face. “Let me know,” he said, utterly calm.
“What?” Back to full-fledged yelling.
“I’ll find Sha’re by myself,” Daniel said. “If you really don’t want to go through the gate with me, you don’t have to. I’ll go by myself.”
Jack wanted to yell some more, but he was so confused the volume died in his throat. “Huh?”
“I have a standing arrangement with Hammond,” Daniel said. “If the civilian consultant thing doesn’t work out –“ he gestured at Jack, like he was the one bringing the problem – “I can gate out. Go after Sha’re by myself. Can’t come back, of course.” Daniel shrugged. “I’d probably see you around, somewhere, though.”
Jack stared at him, opened mouthed. Daniel blinked back, waiting for a response.
And initially, that was part of the reason Jack ignored the regs about civilian behavior.
2. He also didn’t file any of the paperwork charging Daniel with lying to a superior officer. Civilian, yeah, but such egregious lying, there had to be some kind of form and some kind of associated incarceration. Lying to the chain of command about the chain of command. It was diabolical. And it didn’t even occur to Jack until one night over poker, years later, when Daniel bluffed and looked at him with those calm, blinking eyes.
He was, however, very, very angry, and took all of Daniel’s money that night.
3. All those regs about fraternization with aliens. Screwed them. Heh. A lot. Never reported it, not when he did it, not when Teal’c or Jackson did it. Carter, he doesn’t think, ever actually did it. Or, at least, was far more inconspicuous. He hopes that if the occasion ever arose and she was interested, that she seized the opportunities. Even if he thinks her taste in alien men – hell, even human men – is supremely shitty, she deserves equal access and opportunity in poor personal decision making about alien tail.
When they’re both retired, he’s going to ask her.
4. All those rules, military, medical, and other, that required his team to stay on base when they wanted to go home. Mostly medical, though, since fierce as she was, Janet Frasier usually wouldn’t actually sick SFs on them. His kids hate the infirmary – so does Jack – and they’re not going to stay there if they can make it to their own beds without croaking. Sometimes they needed a little help getting up, though, and since they’d liberated Jack dozens of times, he’s always going to return the favor.
He’ll admit that the first time he wheeled Carter out of the infirmary at 4 in the morning so she could check on one of her lab thingies and they didn’t hear Frasier’s voice threatening after them, he nearly cried. Sam turned around in the wheel chair, looking over her shoulder in bewilderment.
“I thought I heard something,” she whispered.
Silently, Jack apologized to the spirit of Dr. Frasier. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy,” he said, practically soundlessly.
Carter settled back, facing front again. “She knows, Jack.”
5. Jack broke several fairly important rules when he allowed Cameron Mitchell to jump to the head of the line for rebuilding SG-1. Jack owed the man, after all, had promised him anything under the sun. Hadn’t really expected Mitchell to ask for everything under and around the sun, but came through for him anyhow.
Some things he couldn’t fix. Teal’c hanging out with the Jaffa, Carter geeking out with her lab toys, Daniel’s plans…basically he anticipated Mitchell building a new team with the same name. Not what the man wanted, but hey.
And he was honestly very surprised when Mitchell rounded up his kids and put them back in their places, all without breaking any more rules. It was just a little bit irritating, too, and Jack didn’t think it boded well for the future. Screwing the regs every once in a while was a good thing.
After P3X-972, when Daniel tried to take Ernest Langford’s place, and also, you know, die, Jack put his foot down.
Jack followed Daniel after the debriefing, when the archaeologist had retreated to his office to write down what he remembered about the alien symbols that collapsed into the ocean. He hadn’t mentioned the part where Daniel tried to follow them down to General Hammond, and Daniel hadn’t appeared to notice or looked appropriately grateful.
He also seemed really confused with Jack used the words “suspension” “you idiot” and “delay your funeral by two weeks” in some order or the other. There may have been some yelling.
Daniel blinked at him, immune to the volume as usual. “You can’t suspend me,” he said.
Jack walked up to the desk. He kind of wanted to take one of the rocks off of it and throw the largest one at the wall next to Daniel’s head. He refrained.
“I just did,” Jack said. “Two weeks is after Carter talked me down from forever.”
That got Daniel’s eyebrows up. “Forever? Jack-”
“Forever,” Jack interrupted. “Did you see how I didn’t tell Hammond what you did?”
“Yes,” Daniel said, drawing the word out.
“Forever,” Jack repeated, drawing it out, too. “The goal of this program is not to kill civilians. You can do your job without ever going through the gate.”
He hadn’t actually planned on making the forever threat, but Daniel’s total lack of reaction was pissing him off.
“My job is to find my wife,” Daniel said, stubbornly missing the point.
“And you can’t do that if you’re dead,” Jack retorted. “What am I supposed to say when we find her, Daniel? Sorry, your husband decided getting crushed under some rocks was more important than sticking around for you?”
“Okay,” Daniel said, still speaking slowly. “I’m sorry about today.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right it won’t, Daniel.” Jack was trying to stop yelling, trying to sound serious and unmovable. He wasn’t really succeeding.
“I’m not joking. You fuck around again – you try to get yourself killed – I’ll bench you.”
Daniel appeared to want to be punched in the face. “Let me know,” he said, utterly calm.
“What?” Back to full-fledged yelling.
“I’ll find Sha’re by myself,” Daniel said. “If you really don’t want to go through the gate with me, you don’t have to. I’ll go by myself.”
Jack wanted to yell some more, but he was so confused the volume died in his throat. “Huh?”
“I have a standing arrangement with Hammond,” Daniel said. “If the civilian consultant thing doesn’t work out –“ he gestured at Jack, like he was the one bringing the problem – “I can gate out. Go after Sha’re by myself. Can’t come back, of course.” Daniel shrugged. “I’d probably see you around, somewhere, though.”
Jack stared at him, opened mouthed. Daniel blinked back, waiting for a response.
And initially, that was part of the reason Jack ignored the regs about civilian behavior.
2. He also didn’t file any of the paperwork charging Daniel with lying to a superior officer. Civilian, yeah, but such egregious lying, there had to be some kind of form and some kind of associated incarceration. Lying to the chain of command about the chain of command. It was diabolical. And it didn’t even occur to Jack until one night over poker, years later, when Daniel bluffed and looked at him with those calm, blinking eyes.
He was, however, very, very angry, and took all of Daniel’s money that night.
3. All those regs about fraternization with aliens. Screwed them. Heh. A lot. Never reported it, not when he did it, not when Teal’c or Jackson did it. Carter, he doesn’t think, ever actually did it. Or, at least, was far more inconspicuous. He hopes that if the occasion ever arose and she was interested, that she seized the opportunities. Even if he thinks her taste in alien men – hell, even human men – is supremely shitty, she deserves equal access and opportunity in poor personal decision making about alien tail.
When they’re both retired, he’s going to ask her.
4. All those rules, military, medical, and other, that required his team to stay on base when they wanted to go home. Mostly medical, though, since fierce as she was, Janet Frasier usually wouldn’t actually sick SFs on them. His kids hate the infirmary – so does Jack – and they’re not going to stay there if they can make it to their own beds without croaking. Sometimes they needed a little help getting up, though, and since they’d liberated Jack dozens of times, he’s always going to return the favor.
He’ll admit that the first time he wheeled Carter out of the infirmary at 4 in the morning so she could check on one of her lab thingies and they didn’t hear Frasier’s voice threatening after them, he nearly cried. Sam turned around in the wheel chair, looking over her shoulder in bewilderment.
“I thought I heard something,” she whispered.
Silently, Jack apologized to the spirit of Dr. Frasier. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy,” he said, practically soundlessly.
Carter settled back, facing front again. “She knows, Jack.”
5. Jack broke several fairly important rules when he allowed Cameron Mitchell to jump to the head of the line for rebuilding SG-1. Jack owed the man, after all, had promised him anything under the sun. Hadn’t really expected Mitchell to ask for everything under and around the sun, but came through for him anyhow.
Some things he couldn’t fix. Teal’c hanging out with the Jaffa, Carter geeking out with her lab toys, Daniel’s plans…basically he anticipated Mitchell building a new team with the same name. Not what the man wanted, but hey.
And he was honestly very surprised when Mitchell rounded up his kids and put them back in their places, all without breaking any more rules. It was just a little bit irritating, too, and Jack didn’t think it boded well for the future. Screwing the regs every once in a while was a good thing.
