whom I miss and the Thon
. Thank you, jdjunkie
for such a brilliant idea.
Summary: After the apocalypse, this is all that's left.
Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and thought about going back to the cabin for his gloves. It wasn't that cold yet, but by sunset it could be nippy. He decided to tough it out. It wouldn't be that cold, and the cabin was half a mile away. He also didn't know where he'd left his gloves. He'd be fine.
“Cabin” was a generous word for the structure a half a mile away. It was a one-room log building with a fireplace at one end and a bed at the other. It had a small table, two small chairs, and a small window. It was... very small. Carter hadn't been very happy about his choice of location.
“It's too far away from the settlement, sir,” she'd told him.
“It's a mile away, Carter. I can be here in 15 minutes.”
She'd handed him one of the remaining radios. “Make it 10.”
He'd complained about the radio and finally relented just to shut her up.
Carter's new home was also their headquarters. She, as the recently elected mayor of their ragtag band, had a small room in the back of the Quonset that served as the base of operations for the whole community... such as it was. The second Quonset held a kitchen, complete with counters, storage space, and long tables. They had a little propane as well, but they were saving what was left for the coming winter. Winters on P49 986 weren't severe. It was warmer than Minnesota, but colder than Colorado. They did get snow and the occasional blizzard. So they were rationing the propane.
He remembered their first visit to P49 986. It had been Spring.“Ah, trees,” he said, stepping through the Stargate.
“Did you expect anything else, O'Neill?” Teal'c asked.
“I didn't,” Jack said. “I was just noting.”
“As you do every single time we come to a planet with trees,” Daniel said.
“Except when there's sand,” Carter added. “And then he says, 'Ah, sand.'”
“This is quite true.” Teal'c made his way down the steps to join Carter who was already beside the DHD. “O'Neill's observational skills are always keen.”
“So, Jack, shall we explore the trees?” Daniel had his binoculars out, scanning the treeline to the east.
“If you insist, Daniel. Let's explore the trees.” Jack put on his sunglasses and made his way west, not waiting for the others, including a sputtering Daniel, to follow.
Jack smiled. He missed Daniel so much.
What a quiet, uneventful mission that had been. They'd done an eight mile hike through the trees, past a meadow, over a small hill to a meandering river. Then they'd followed the river for two miles and made camp for the night. “There's nothing here,” Daniel said, a coffee cup in his hand.
“Trees,” Daniel finished. “Yes, Jack, we got that. But other than trees...”
“Nothing,” Sam said.
“It is, however, quite restful.” Teal'c stood looking at the sun dipping down into the river. The colors—red and orange and gold—shone on the water.
“So tomorrow we head home.” Jack turned over his mug and placed it on a log by the fire. “We'll set watch tonight, just in case, but I don't think we're going to be attacked by anything other than this planet's version of a raccoon... unless the trees start moving or something.”
They didn't have any problems. In the morning when Jack came out of his tent, Daniel and Carter—and possibly Teal'c...although it was always hard to tell with him--were conspiring by the fire.
“Whatcha doin', kids?”
“We're going to leave a cache here,” Daniel said. “Sam wants to leave the camp shovel, I'm going to leave a pencil and one of my journals, and Teal'c's going to leave a couple of energy bars.”
“And you're doing this, why?” Jack asked, thinking that maybe he wasn't awake enough for any of it to make sense.
Carter blushed. “Because it feels like we're the first people to set foot here, and we want to leave something of ourselves behind.”
“We're only ten miles from the 'gate, Carter. There could be whole civilizations we haven't met.”
“Yes, sir, that's true.” But it didn't stop her from giving Daniel the camp shovel and the coffee pot.
Jack thought it was a good thing they were going home because Daniel couldn't live without the coffee pot. He also thought it was a good thing that someone had poured him a cup first. “And how do we explain the loss of our gear?” he asked.
“We slid down a hill and they fell out of our packs,” Daniel said. He put some pencils in a plastic bag along side the spiral-bound notebook. Before he sealed it, he looked at Jack, an eyebrow raised.
“Fine,” Jack said. He took off his cap and handed it to Daniel, who smiled at him as he put it in the bag. Then walked over to a rock a few yards from the river. Using the shovel, he dug a small hole, tucked the bag into it, and filled it back in. He stuck the shovel in the lose dirt.
When they got back to the base, he and Hammond discussed a training facility on a planet with lots of trees.
Two missions later they were pinned down by Goa'uld.
“Fishing pole,” Daniel yelled as a staff blast whizzed past his head.
“What?” Jack yelled. He laid down cover fire for Daniel to dial home.
“When we go back to P49 986, we need to take a fishing pole.” Daniel hit the center button, and they ran through the wormhole, staff blasts impacting the gray walls.
They all rolled down the ramp, but other than a few cuts and bruises they were fine.
“We'll need bait,” Carter said as she dusted herself off.
“Bait, yeah. We'd better not forget bait,” Daniel agreed, out of breath.
“Mosquito repellent,” Teal'c added. “If we are returning, we should bring repellent.”
“I don't remember any bugs, do you?” Carter pulled a leaf out of Daniel's hair.
“Nope, no bugs that I felt.”
Jack looked at all of them. “Beer,” he said. “We'll need beer.”
P49 986 became their “bolt hole.” If a mission went sour, they added things to the list: books for Daniel, tools for Carter, candles for Teal'c, more beer for Jack.
Jack stopped to look at the trees. Teal'c. He'd never know what happened to Teal'c. He took comfort in the fact that Teal'c and Bra'tac were together. But he didn't know what had happened to Chulak or any other planet for that matter. The cold made his eyes water. That happened a lot.
The village was just ahead. He saw the fire in the town square, the space between a large canvas tent and the two Quonsets. Someone had pulled a couple of tables from the mess.
When he found Carter, she was giving directions: “Minimal staff this evening, Walter. I want everyone who can
be here, here.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Walter—who'd been with Jack at the Alpha site when the attack came--scampered away to deal with personnel issues.
She saw him and smiled. “General. You're early.”
“It's Jack, remember?”
The smile faded and she stared at him down until he broke.
, my friend, you're supposed to call me Jack.”
The smile was back. “That wasn't so hard, was it, Jack?”
“No, Sam, it wasn't.” He cleared his throat. They'd been trying to establish a new order here, free of the trappings of the military, but it was hard. Except for a few scientists and support staff who'd made it through the 'gate, everyone was military. It was a hard habit to break—although the discipline had served them well. “So, what can I do to help?”
“Cam seems to think we need more of that poisonous stuff he calls gin. Do you think you could give him a hand?”
“Thank you, sir.”
He waved and went to find Cameron Mitchell.( Collapse )