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FIC: Partenrs in Life (Stargate: SG-1)
Jan. 7th, 2018 09:58 amTitle: Partners in Life
Author: alexcat
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Type: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Character(s): Jack O’Neill
Archive: OEAM, Ao3
Summary: Jack is woolgathering, as he is wont to do.
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PARTNERS IN LIFE
Jack really hated cold planets. They reminded him of his trip to the frozen South Pole on Earth with Carter. He’d rather have sunshine and fishing temperatures any day. He wished he and Carter were somewhere fishing right now.
He smiled at his own thought and shook his head. Gotta be something wrong with a man who fantasizes about fishing with the woman he – loves?
Oh my! He’d never really thought about it like that before. Did he love her? Did he want her to be his - Wife? Girlfriend?
Girlfriend sounded so silly at his age. Woman friend sounded even worse. So what was she?
She was the light of his life! She was the reason he could drag his tired old ass out of bed each day and tramp through that Gate to some godforsaken jungle or freezing tundra half a galaxy away. And the reason he put up with all the rest – the Air Force and its rules, the mediocre pay, the secrecy.
He remembered how his chest had felt every time he’d almost lost her. It had ached like it had when Charlie had died. Living in a world without Charlie was hard, very hard, and Carter was one of the only things that made it bearable.
So yeah, he loved Carter, he supposed. Loved her more than anyone else he knew. Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Nope. He wanted her to be his partner – in life, in crime and especially in fishing.
Author: alexcat
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Type: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Character(s): Jack O’Neill
Archive: OEAM, Ao3
Summary: Jack is woolgathering, as he is wont to do.
~~~
PARTNERS IN LIFE
Jack really hated cold planets. They reminded him of his trip to the frozen South Pole on Earth with Carter. He’d rather have sunshine and fishing temperatures any day. He wished he and Carter were somewhere fishing right now.
He smiled at his own thought and shook his head. Gotta be something wrong with a man who fantasizes about fishing with the woman he – loves?
Oh my! He’d never really thought about it like that before. Did he love her? Did he want her to be his - Wife? Girlfriend?
Girlfriend sounded so silly at his age. Woman friend sounded even worse. So what was she?
She was the light of his life! She was the reason he could drag his tired old ass out of bed each day and tramp through that Gate to some godforsaken jungle or freezing tundra half a galaxy away. And the reason he put up with all the rest – the Air Force and its rules, the mediocre pay, the secrecy.
He remembered how his chest had felt every time he’d almost lost her. It had ached like it had when Charlie had died. Living in a world without Charlie was hard, very hard, and Carter was one of the only things that made it bearable.
So yeah, he loved Carter, he supposed. Loved her more than anyone else he knew. Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Nope. He wanted her to be his partner – in life, in crime and especially in fishing.
