Never Gentle Lullabies

By: Prentice

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Category: Stargate: SG-1 › General

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 2

Views: 3,557

Reviews: 4

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Never Gentle Lullabies

Never Gentle Lullabies

by Prentice (SlyPrentice@yahoo.com)

Story and Title inspiration from: Two Quotes;

1. The dead sing their own lullabies. - Unknown

2. The touch of death is never gentle. - Unknown

Despite the bleakness of those two quotes and the beginning of this story, it
DOES have a happy ending guarantee. This is my first venture into
Stargate fiction so please, be gentle. Happy Reading...

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Excerpt from the journal of Doctor Daniel Jackson:
Found in basement storage of SGC; August 8^th 2012.

I can hate him for a lot of reasons. Reasons that no one could ever
understand unless they had been there, in my shoes; in my mind, every day for
six years. Every day for six y-e-a-r-s. Not months but years.

And maybe, just maybe, he might not even understand them if I ever choose to
explain them to him. To anyone. But that’s the way he was and that’s the way he
always will be.

His shoot first and ask questions later philosophy will never change and I
never expected it too. Not then and not now. Especially not now. Now that the
preverbal shit has hit the fan.

It would be too much like asking a crazy person to stop being crazy:
Dangerous and stupid. And though I may be ignorant, I most definitely am not
stupid. Especially when it comes to Colonel Jonathan “Jack” O’Neill (two l‘s,
thank you very much). No, more specifically when it comes to Jack O’Neill.

I’ve spent the last six years of my life getting to know the man. Getting to
know the brilliance of his mind and the narrowness of it. Getting to know his
flaws and his greatest traits. Getting to know why someone like me could so
easily fall in love with someone like him and hate every gut-wrenching second of
it…

Don’t misunderstand me. Jack was and still is an admirable man and should
anyone be under his command again, they should feel blessed and relieved. His
guidance and know-how on a mission could never be matched. But, despite all his
skill, he knows nothing about love.

And that is the reason…the one reason above all else that makes me hate him;
hate the sight or even the very thought of him now. He doesn’t know it, he’ll
never know it but I do. I do and, if I have it my way, always will.

He made me care. Me. No one else at SGC. No one else on SG-1 or any of
the other teams playing hero and villain to all the worlds we’ve seen and been
through with the help of the Stargate.

He made me care enough to give up a chance at something better. At something
pure and good. Something that might have brought my beautiful Sha’re back into
my life. Back into my arms.

Why he choose me to be the person he would charm into caring for him, I may
never know. But he did. He choose me to be the one he wanted to care about him.
For him. And that hurt worse than anything else he could have ever done to me.

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