Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING. Just this idea. That's it… really.
A/N: This is my first attempt at an Stargate: SG-1 fic. So please… be gentle.
Pairings: Well you're just going to have to see, aren't you? Grin
Random Quote: DANIEL: "What're you doing?"
JACK: "Thinking, Daniel. Don't worry about it too much."
- "Scorched Earth"
Colonel Jack O'Neill fell through the gate horizon and tumbled onto the ramp knocking the air from his lungs. Teal'c and Daniel Jackson jumped through next, the gate closing after them.
"What happened?" General Hammond demanded appearing before them as Jack stumbled forward, his left foot turned at an awkward angle. Daniel and Teal'c went to help him but he pushed them away and limped out of the room on his own. The three men watched the door close after him before Hammond turned back to Daniel and Teal'c, "Will someone please tell me what happened? And where is Major Carter?"
Daniel bowed his head tilting it to the side, Teal'c frowned looking Hammond in the eyes, "Major Carter did not make it, General Hammond."
A beer bottle sat on the coffee table empty of its contents. A soft hiss and pop echoed throughout the silent room, the bottle cap landing and bouncing next to the empty beer bottle. Jack tipped the bottle up to his lips and drank the bitter liquid down in steady gulps. Once finished, he flopped down on the chair, broke foot over the padded arm and his head tilted back against the back of the chair. The half empty bottle sloshed in his right hand as he lowered it to the ground.
The double ring of the doorbell startled his half drunk mind, "Daniel…" He groaned grabbing the crutches and climbed to his feet still hold his beer. Only Daniel rang the doorbell like that, it was just one of his things.
He pulled open the door leaning against it nonchalantly, "Pick straws and loose against Teal'c?" He took a quick drink from the bottle eyeing the younger man warily.
"No…" Daniel frowned slightly, "I chose to come here on my own this time."
Jack shrugged, "Well that's good to know." He blinked lazily, "Want something?"
"Actually," Daniel tilted his head to the side, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure." Jack grunted moving away from the door and into the living room back to his chair.
Daniel walked in closing the door behind him self, "We all know how you felt about Sam, Jack." He started getting right to the point as he moved into the living room.
Jack scowled refusing to talk and instead finished off his beer reveling in the slight buzz it gave him. Safe and hidden behind the fuzzy drunk wall where he liked to be when he was hurt. Daniel sighed sitting down on the couch; he hated seeing his friend like this.
"I know you Jack, if you weren't injured you'd be right back at the SGC pushing yourself into the ground." Daniel lifted the empty beer bottle by the neck, "Sam wouldn't want you to do this to yourself."
"Sam's not here." Jack grunted trying to get to his feet to get himself another beer.
Daniel stood up, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He demanded, "Drinking's not gonna bring her back!" He was sad and maybe even a little angry about Carter's death, he wasn't about to watch Jack dig himself into the ground too, so-to-speak.
"Shut up Daniel!" Jack shouted, the crutches getting in his way and he angrily shoved them away shouting as they clattered into the coffee table, breaking a beer bottle before falling to the floor. "Damn it!"
He clenched his fists and if he could, Daniel thought watching him; he would have probably stormed out of the room.
"Get out!" He shouted pointing to the door; hurt one of the many fleeting emotions in his eyes.
Daniel shook his head, "You gotta-"
"I don't have to do anything!" Jack spat before Daniel could finish, "I'm ordering you to leave Daniel!" His hands dropped to his sides in fists, the anger in his eyes was something Daniel hoped he'd never have to see again. Slowly he backed up, eyes locked with Jack's, "Yes sir." He muttered sarcastically before turning for the door and leaving.
Jack watched the door click shut then sighed flopping back down in the chair putting his head in his hands.
Rock music with an uplifting beat echoed down the dull gray hallways of the SGC. A few of the officers gave each other looks but didn't dare go near the office in which the music played from. Of course Daniel Jackson, being the curious person that he was had to go check out what was going on.
He found himself standing next to the slightly a-jarred door listening to Colonel Jack O'Neill sing out loud to himself as he searched through the closet for something, "I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that I keep locked inside of me so deep," He half hummed half sang emerging from the closet with an empty cardboard box and dropped it on the floor, "It always seems to get to me, I never really wanted you to go, so many things you should have known…" Moving to his desk he began pulling things out and throwing them into the box. "I guess for me there's just no hope. I never meant to be so cold-" Daniel pushed the door open at that time and Jack froze, "-in here." He mumbled trying to act as though he hadn't just been singing, "Jeeze it's freezing!" He rubbed his arms moving back to the box and picked it up setting it on the desk.
"Jack," Daniel frowned, "What are you doing?" He moved away from the doorway folding his arms over his chest uncertainly, looking like a little kid.
"Partying." Jack replied sarcastically.
Daniel looked at him pointedly not in the mood for Jack's sarcasim.
Jack closed the box before looking up at Daniel, "You remember when you died Daniel?"
Daniel shifted, his eyes averting to the paperclip sitting on the desk, "Well I didn't actually... yes- yes why?"
Jack frowned, "I didn't want to have to go through something like that again." He said softly, his eyes falling onto the box before him, "So there for I am resigning."
Daniel's jaw dropped, "Wait! What!?" He gapped at Jack, "You can't do that! Jack-"
"I've made up my mind Daniel. Hammond's already got my resignation papers and the fish are calling my name." He picked up the box and went to leave but was stopped as Daniel stepped in front of him.
Jack nodded, "Yes I can, and I am. Please move Daniel."
"But Jack…" Daniel whispered almost whined.
"Daniel! Move!" Jack barked quickly loosing his patience.
Daniel sighed in defeat and moved to the side allowing Jack to pass. He turned watching Jack round the corner then looked back at the empty office.
A/N: The song Jack was singing/listening to was Crossfade's 'Cold'.