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vain_glorious) wrote2008-01-06 04:31 pm
vain_glorious) wrote2008-01-06 04:31 pm
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Five scars that Jack wishes he didn't remember getting.
1) The one from when Daniel bit him. He can’t even joke about it, and believe him, he’s tried. Daniel…biting him…the options should be endless. And yet, nothing he’s tried is even remotely funny.
Sadly, he knows he’s never going to forget it, either. Even if it slips his mind, once glance down to the back of his left hand immediately re-supplies the memory. He never would have guessed that Daniel’s teeth were so sharp. Of course, that was mainly because he never anticipated being bitten that hard by his best friend.
It’s merciful, Jack thought, that Daniel doesn’t remember doing it. Doesn’t really remember that entire week, and has never asked Jack where the scar on Jack’s hand came from. Sam and Teal’c know what happened, of course, though neither of them actually witnessed it. They’d been understandably distracted at the time, and afterwards they don’t seem to assign the same significance to it. Of course, that might be because Daniel didn’t bite either of them.
Getting Daniel home hadn’t been particularly hard. Even if he didn’t remember or like them, he’d also been alone and unarmed. Normally, those conditions wouldn’t be any criteria to call Daniel helpless, but that hadn’t quite been Daniel yet. And anyway, he was coming with SG-1 whether he wanted to or not.
‘Not’ unfortunately being the orientation Daniel had actually chosen. They didn’t have to physically force him through the gate, but neither was he overtly willing. The locals he’d been living with picked up on that, and Jack thought it was something of a miracle that they hadn’t had to carry Daniel out of there and pluck arrows out of their asses after the fact.
So, they’d hustled to the gate as fast as possible for a myriad of reasons: increasingly hostile natives, flighty Daniel, and the possibility that the whole thing was just a very vivid dream.
And that was why Jack put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder as they went towards the stargate. Lightly, just to propel the man forward into the wormhole. He can admit that maybe he wanted to touch Daniel and make sure he was real, to feel solid muscle and bone beneath his hand. He wasn’t going to pinch Daniel or anything, for crying out loud, but no one should fault him for needing to check.
Except Daniel, evidently. He responded to the hand on his shoulder without a word and he didn’t even stop walking. He simply turned his head to the left, grabbed Jack’s wrist with one hand to keep it in place, and took a giant chunk out of the fleshy part between Jack’s thumb and forefinger.
Jack walked through the gate bleeding all over the place and cursing. Nobody paid a bit of attention to him nor seemed to notice Daniel’s red rimmed teeth.
It did get him into the infirmary with Daniel, at least, although Janet seemed convinced that Jack had bitten himself. He didn’t correct her, and he hasn’t reminded anybody what the first thing Daniel did when he came back to life.
When Jack dies, he doesn’t want to Ascend. But he owes Oma one, and he doesn’t think he can bite her in human form. It wouldn’t mean the same thing, anyway. He doesn’t know what Ascended beings do to hurt each other, but he’s willing to lean.
2. The scar on the inside of his lip. One of the few that he didn’t get in combat or off-world. No, he got it in a totally mundane location; the driver’s seat of his car in the parking lot outside a Sears more than a decade ago.
Some asshole in a red corvette had decided to treat all 14 parking spaces as his own personal Daytona. Jack had been pulling out towards the street, brand new fishing rod poking up from the back seat when said asshole rear-ended him.
Nothing terrible happened; the back of the car crumpled. Jack jerked forward and bit down hard on the inside of his lower lip. And in the back seat, Charlie started screaming in terror.
He was fine - secure in his car seat – but in those five minutes that it took Jack to fumble out of his own seatbelt, get the passenger door open, and take his son in his arms…Jack had never been more scared.
The place where he bit through his lip isn’t visible on the outside, but Jack can always feel it when he pokes his tongue out inside his mouth. Deep kisses – his partner usually finds it and stops in curiosity. It kind of ruins the moment. It’s just a pretty shitty memory.
3. He used to have a very tiny scar on the back of his left hand from a shattered beer bottle, but it’s since been covered by the vague outline of Daniel’s teeth. He’s not too fond of the newer one, either, but the older one also pissed him off.
It was in the safety of his own living room, maybe a year into his command of SG-1. An old buddy he’d spent some unpleasant time with in Iraq had come to visit, and they were grilling, drinking, and waiting for the hockey game to start.
Jack made the mistake of picking up his beer while his hands were somewhat coated in BBQ sauce. His buddy Dave made the mistake of poking around Jack’s living room, which he would admit at the time had resembled a craphole with a television and couch. Anyways, Dave found the only picture of SG-1 Jack owned in those early days.
It was a pretty crappy picture. Teal’c hadn’t yet realized the convenience of a hat to cover the Apophis tattoo, but knew enough that in this situation, he probably shouldn’t display it. So he was standing there with one hand clamped over his forehead. It was conspicuous, of course, but it also looked ridiculous. The camera captured Jack looking sideways at Teal’c, his mouth open making some cutting comment about the pose. Daniel’s face was hardly in the photo – he’d mistimed the auto-shoot function and was caught running back into the frame, a blur of longer than regulation hair and green BDUs.
It was only really a decent shot of Sam. She was actually looking towards the camera, taking in Daniel’s desperate effort to get back to his place, and laughing heartily.
Dave found the photo amid the pile of mail and other papers strewn on a bookcase.
“This your team?” he asked.
Jack, heading back into the living room from the kitchen, had to search his memory to make sure that nothing else SG-1 related – and thus totally classified top secret – was sitting out for Dave to find.
“Yeah,” he said. “T-, um, Murray, Daniel, and Sam.”
“Sam’s the girl?”
“My second in command, yeah.”
Dave held the picture up higher towards the light. He looked over his shoulder at Jack. “She’s hot.”
“I do have eyes,” Jack replied, walking closer and giving a cursory glance at the rest of the paperwork to assure himself he didn’t need to hide anything.
Dave continued to examine the picture. “Have you noticed she looks just like your ex-wife?”
And that was when the slick BBQ sauce caused the neck of his beer bottle to slide through Jack’s fingers, slipping out of his hand and rocketing towards the floor. It hit the leg of the TV stand, of course, and shattered. And since Jack was trying to grab it at the time, for his trouble he got a shard of glass in the back of his hand.
In the subsequent argument of whether Jack needed stitches –Dave, the former medic, insisted that he did – and whether the beer would stain the carpet while Jack went to the ER, and whether the wait at the ER would be so long that they’d miss the game, Dave’s comment about Sam was forgotten.
They didn’t go to the ER, and that’s probably why Jack ended up with the ugly little squiggle of scar. It annoyed him, but he was glad it was small. Explaining how he got it would just make him look like a moron.
4. The set of 5 small crescent moon shaped scars he has on the back of each of his thighs. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what shape the forceful impression of fingernails makes in human flesh. Or maybe it does, and he should stop sleeping with geniuses.
Hathor was a bitch.
That whole time with the Goaul’d porno queen was a little blurry, and what little Jack remembers is humiliating. Well, under other circumstances, it would have been fun and creative, but under the whole druggy, rape-y, snaky conditions, it was awful.
He does remember, quite vividly, the fingernails digging into him at that moment. The pain pierced the veil of pheromones just long enough for him to vaguely comprehend what was happening. Hathor sent him away shortly after that, and he trotted off like a puppy, while she kept going with Daniel.
Jack wishes he’d stayed and ripped her head off. The scars remind him that he didn’t.
5. Oh, every single scar he got in Iraq. Even the ones that didn’t actually leave physical marks.
Sadly, he knows he’s never going to forget it, either. Even if it slips his mind, once glance down to the back of his left hand immediately re-supplies the memory. He never would have guessed that Daniel’s teeth were so sharp. Of course, that was mainly because he never anticipated being bitten that hard by his best friend.
It’s merciful, Jack thought, that Daniel doesn’t remember doing it. Doesn’t really remember that entire week, and has never asked Jack where the scar on Jack’s hand came from. Sam and Teal’c know what happened, of course, though neither of them actually witnessed it. They’d been understandably distracted at the time, and afterwards they don’t seem to assign the same significance to it. Of course, that might be because Daniel didn’t bite either of them.
Getting Daniel home hadn’t been particularly hard. Even if he didn’t remember or like them, he’d also been alone and unarmed. Normally, those conditions wouldn’t be any criteria to call Daniel helpless, but that hadn’t quite been Daniel yet. And anyway, he was coming with SG-1 whether he wanted to or not.
‘Not’ unfortunately being the orientation Daniel had actually chosen. They didn’t have to physically force him through the gate, but neither was he overtly willing. The locals he’d been living with picked up on that, and Jack thought it was something of a miracle that they hadn’t had to carry Daniel out of there and pluck arrows out of their asses after the fact.
So, they’d hustled to the gate as fast as possible for a myriad of reasons: increasingly hostile natives, flighty Daniel, and the possibility that the whole thing was just a very vivid dream.
And that was why Jack put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder as they went towards the stargate. Lightly, just to propel the man forward into the wormhole. He can admit that maybe he wanted to touch Daniel and make sure he was real, to feel solid muscle and bone beneath his hand. He wasn’t going to pinch Daniel or anything, for crying out loud, but no one should fault him for needing to check.
Except Daniel, evidently. He responded to the hand on his shoulder without a word and he didn’t even stop walking. He simply turned his head to the left, grabbed Jack’s wrist with one hand to keep it in place, and took a giant chunk out of the fleshy part between Jack’s thumb and forefinger.
Jack walked through the gate bleeding all over the place and cursing. Nobody paid a bit of attention to him nor seemed to notice Daniel’s red rimmed teeth.
It did get him into the infirmary with Daniel, at least, although Janet seemed convinced that Jack had bitten himself. He didn’t correct her, and he hasn’t reminded anybody what the first thing Daniel did when he came back to life.
When Jack dies, he doesn’t want to Ascend. But he owes Oma one, and he doesn’t think he can bite her in human form. It wouldn’t mean the same thing, anyway. He doesn’t know what Ascended beings do to hurt each other, but he’s willing to lean.
2. The scar on the inside of his lip. One of the few that he didn’t get in combat or off-world. No, he got it in a totally mundane location; the driver’s seat of his car in the parking lot outside a Sears more than a decade ago.
Some asshole in a red corvette had decided to treat all 14 parking spaces as his own personal Daytona. Jack had been pulling out towards the street, brand new fishing rod poking up from the back seat when said asshole rear-ended him.
Nothing terrible happened; the back of the car crumpled. Jack jerked forward and bit down hard on the inside of his lower lip. And in the back seat, Charlie started screaming in terror.
He was fine - secure in his car seat – but in those five minutes that it took Jack to fumble out of his own seatbelt, get the passenger door open, and take his son in his arms…Jack had never been more scared.
The place where he bit through his lip isn’t visible on the outside, but Jack can always feel it when he pokes his tongue out inside his mouth. Deep kisses – his partner usually finds it and stops in curiosity. It kind of ruins the moment. It’s just a pretty shitty memory.
3. He used to have a very tiny scar on the back of his left hand from a shattered beer bottle, but it’s since been covered by the vague outline of Daniel’s teeth. He’s not too fond of the newer one, either, but the older one also pissed him off.
It was in the safety of his own living room, maybe a year into his command of SG-1. An old buddy he’d spent some unpleasant time with in Iraq had come to visit, and they were grilling, drinking, and waiting for the hockey game to start.
Jack made the mistake of picking up his beer while his hands were somewhat coated in BBQ sauce. His buddy Dave made the mistake of poking around Jack’s living room, which he would admit at the time had resembled a craphole with a television and couch. Anyways, Dave found the only picture of SG-1 Jack owned in those early days.
It was a pretty crappy picture. Teal’c hadn’t yet realized the convenience of a hat to cover the Apophis tattoo, but knew enough that in this situation, he probably shouldn’t display it. So he was standing there with one hand clamped over his forehead. It was conspicuous, of course, but it also looked ridiculous. The camera captured Jack looking sideways at Teal’c, his mouth open making some cutting comment about the pose. Daniel’s face was hardly in the photo – he’d mistimed the auto-shoot function and was caught running back into the frame, a blur of longer than regulation hair and green BDUs.
It was only really a decent shot of Sam. She was actually looking towards the camera, taking in Daniel’s desperate effort to get back to his place, and laughing heartily.
Dave found the photo amid the pile of mail and other papers strewn on a bookcase.
“This your team?” he asked.
Jack, heading back into the living room from the kitchen, had to search his memory to make sure that nothing else SG-1 related – and thus totally classified top secret – was sitting out for Dave to find.
“Yeah,” he said. “T-, um, Murray, Daniel, and Sam.”
“Sam’s the girl?”
“My second in command, yeah.”
Dave held the picture up higher towards the light. He looked over his shoulder at Jack. “She’s hot.”
“I do have eyes,” Jack replied, walking closer and giving a cursory glance at the rest of the paperwork to assure himself he didn’t need to hide anything.
Dave continued to examine the picture. “Have you noticed she looks just like your ex-wife?”
And that was when the slick BBQ sauce caused the neck of his beer bottle to slide through Jack’s fingers, slipping out of his hand and rocketing towards the floor. It hit the leg of the TV stand, of course, and shattered. And since Jack was trying to grab it at the time, for his trouble he got a shard of glass in the back of his hand.
In the subsequent argument of whether Jack needed stitches –Dave, the former medic, insisted that he did – and whether the beer would stain the carpet while Jack went to the ER, and whether the wait at the ER would be so long that they’d miss the game, Dave’s comment about Sam was forgotten.
They didn’t go to the ER, and that’s probably why Jack ended up with the ugly little squiggle of scar. It annoyed him, but he was glad it was small. Explaining how he got it would just make him look like a moron.
4. The set of 5 small crescent moon shaped scars he has on the back of each of his thighs. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what shape the forceful impression of fingernails makes in human flesh. Or maybe it does, and he should stop sleeping with geniuses.
Hathor was a bitch.
That whole time with the Goaul’d porno queen was a little blurry, and what little Jack remembers is humiliating. Well, under other circumstances, it would have been fun and creative, but under the whole druggy, rape-y, snaky conditions, it was awful.
He does remember, quite vividly, the fingernails digging into him at that moment. The pain pierced the veil of pheromones just long enough for him to vaguely comprehend what was happening. Hathor sent him away shortly after that, and he trotted off like a puppy, while she kept going with Daniel.
Jack wishes he’d stayed and ripped her head off. The scars remind him that he didn’t.
5. Oh, every single scar he got in Iraq. Even the ones that didn’t actually leave physical marks.
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