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New Fic: Revisions

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: Gen, humor, angst. Team. Character Focus: Jack, Janet, Cassie.
Season: One.
Spoilers: Charlie and Cassandra story arcs.
Summary: Fortunately, Jack O’Neill’s story is still a work in progress.
Word Count: 1506.
Note: Written for the 2012 Ancient Obsessions Advent Prompt: Edit. (Holiday Fic)


Cassie looked up at Jack and blinked.

“So, that’s it?” she asked.

Jack blinked back. “What do you mean?”

Cassie shrugged. “The snowman just… melts? Just like that?”

“Well, yeah,” said Jack, with his own shrug.

“How lame,” groused Cassie, clearly irritated. “I mean, I could believe the whole ‘magic hat’ thing because magic is just technology we don’t understand, and I’ve certainly seen my share of that, but the ending? Whatever.”

Jack started to respond, but didn’t make it past opening his mouth before Cassie continued.

“And I’m okay with the main character dying at the end. Bad things happen to good people and all that, but they just find his hat? Come on! That’s ridiculous!”

Jack held up a hand and stopped Cassie’s tirade. “Now, hold on, Cass. When did you become such a cynic?”

Cassie gave Jack a look that didn’t need interpretation. She didn’t need to say Seriously? out loud. What she did say was, “Oh, I don’t know. Since everyone on my entire planet died and I’m suddenly from ‘Toronto’?”

The sarcasm dripping from her voice made Janet chuckle from her spot across the room, and Jack looked up at the doctor.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” answered Janet, with a shake of her head.

“No, what?” repeated Jack.

Janet laughed. “I just think someone might be spending too much time with her Uncle Jack. She’s beginning to sound like you.”

Jack’s mouth fell open and he put a hand to his chest in mock innocence. “Moi?”

Janet just laughed at his response, and Jack turned back to Cassie.

“Can you believe this?” he asked, hooking a thumb at Janet.

Cassie grinned. “Oh, totally. She gives me grief all the time.”

 “You and me both, kid. Now, about the book,” said Jack, chuckling and very intentionally turning his attention on anything other than the petite doctor, who was now mock glaring at him.

“What about it?” said Cassie.

“What exactly is your problem with it, if it’s not the magic or the melting?”

Cassie rolled her eyes. “They only find his hat!” she complained, as if that explained everything.

Jack looked confused. “So?”

Cassie heaved a huge sigh, as if Jack was being deliberately obtuse. “Just his hat? Nothing else?”

 “Well, yeah,” said Jack, clearly still not understanding what Cassie was getting at.

“What about the rest of him?” asked Cassie.

Jack blinked. “The rest of him?”

Cassie sighed again, bigger this time, and continued at breakneck speed. “Yeah! The rest of him! And not the water part, either, though come to think of it, there should’ve been a puddle. And it wouldn’t happen so fast. It’d be slow. But I guess that’s too graphic for a book like this. I don’t know. I think it’d be okay, but even if not, there’s still the rest of him. He had a nose, eyes, and that dumb pipe. Where’d they go? If his hat was still here, what about those?”

Jack’s mouth fell open as Cassie spoke. “That’s sick, Cass,” he said when she finally finished.

“What’s sick about science?” asked Cassie. “Bodies don’t just disappear. That doesn’t make sense!”

Cassie stared at Jack, daring him to argue her point, but he seemed at a loss for words. Finally, after a moment, he answered.

“It’s a children’s story, Cassie! It doesn’t have to make sense!”

 Cassie was nonplussed. She absorbed Jack’s words for a moment, then shook her head.

“I get that it’s a kid’s book,” she said, “but still, it doesn’t make sense. I demand a rewrite.”

Jack threw his hands in the air as Janet burst out laughing from across the room. Jack looked over at her and shook his head, laughing himself. After a moment, he spoke.

“I’m done,” he said. “I got nothing. Get out of here, you monkey.”

He playfully swatted Cassie on the shoulder. She laughed and ran off.

Later, when Frosty was forgotten and Cassie was asleep, Jack and Janet sat in companionable silence on Janet’s couch.

Jack nodded at Janet. “Thanks for letting me come over tonight,” he said.

“Anytime,” answered Janet, waving one hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’ll take all the help I can get with her,” she continued, waving the same hand toward Cassie’s bedroom.

 “I bet,” Jack answered. He chuckled slightly, then grew quiet and took a sip of his wine. Something crossed his face that Janet couldn’t quite identify, and she looked at Jack more closely.

“Hey,” she said. “You okay?”

Jack blinked and looked up at her. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…”

He trailed off and shrugged. “You know, this time of year…”

Janet nodded.

“I bet,” she said. And though her words were the same as Jack’s from only a moment before, they held a completely different meaning. She knew Jack’s history, and could barely imagine the pain of the holidays without the child you once loved.

Jack shrugged. “Yeah, well, things don’t always turn out how we plan, right?”

A beat passed in silence. Before Janet could answer him, Jack spoke again.

“Take Frosty, for example. I did not see that coming!”

Jack’s abrupt change of subject did not go unnoticed by his doctor, but she understood what it meant and played along.

“I know!” she said, smiling. “I swear that kid is going to be the death of me. She’s so literal.”

“Well, to be fair,” said Jack, “she does have every right to act older than her age.”

“True,” admitted Janet, “but still. It’d be nice if she’d let us get away with a few things without scrutinizing them so closely.”

Jack blinked at Janet and a smirk crept onto his face. He didn’t speak, but his smirk slowly grew larger, and his body started to shake with suppressed laughter.

Janet tilted her head to one side in confusion. “What?” she asked.

 “Well,” said Jack, suddenly serious, “she is your daughter.”

A long moment of silence passed before Janet slowly smiled up at Jack.

“Yeah,” she said, “I suppose she is, isn’t she?”

Jack nodded, a genuine smile on his face.

“She is,” he confirmed. “Not that that’ll stop me from being a bad influence every chance I get, mind you.”

Janet laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Colonel.”

Jack blinked at Janet’s use of his rank. It was habit and he knew it, but it still felt odd in her living room, and it reminded him of work in the morning. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood.

“Well, good,” he proclaimed. “And on that note, I should probably get going. It’s late. Let me know when Cassie wants to destroy The Night Before Christmas for us, will ya?”

Janet laughed. “Of course,” she said, standing to walk Jack to the door.

Jack shrugged into his coat and nodded. “Until then, Doctor.”

“Until then,” confirmed Janet.

Jack stepped outside into the cold Colorado night as Janet closed the door behind him. The sound of his truck heading down the road confirmed his departure and Janet quickly cleaned up the living room, then headed to bed. Before she turned in, though, she looked in on Cassie, blissfully asleep. She smiled at the sight, but it was a bittersweet expression, because she couldn’t help but agree with Cassie on the major point of the evening. She wanted a rewrite, too, because if anyone deserved one, it was Jack O’Neill.

Janet shook her head a bit sadly and closed Cassie’s door. Ten minutes later, after brushing her teeth and changing clothes, she tucked herself in. She wasn’t sleepy just yet, though, so she pulled her laptop out and booted it up. Once it started, she opened her email account out of habit.

The first message she saw was from Samantha Carter. She opened it, then grinned widely at its contents.

Janet –

So, Daniel and I are planning a little shindig at my place for Christmas. You’re invited, of course. I’ll send details later. But I wanted to know if you wanted to go in on hockey tickets for the Colonel. We’re thinking of getting him season tickets to that new team that’s coming to town. No pressure. Just let me know.



Janet fired back a response in no time.


I’d love to chip in for the tickets, and just let me know the details on the party whenever. Should I bring Cassandra? I can get a sitter if you’d rather have it adults only. Just let me know.

Janet hit send, then answered a few more emails. When she finished, she closed her laptop and laid down, sleepy enough to turn in for real. As she clicked off her bedside lamp and laid down, Janet smiled. Sam’s email had reminded her of something important. No one can change the past, but sometimes, when people get very lucky, they manage to survive it, and Jack O’Neill was proof positive of that.

After all, he’d never get a rewrite, but the ending to his story got a massive edit when he met his team.


A/N: 1-this is set in the first season, shortly before Cassie’s first Christmas. SG-1 has not yet encountered the zat gun, so there is not yet any retconning of bodies disappearing. Thus, Cassie is completely correct. *grin* 2-the Colorado Gold Kings played in Colorado Springs from 1998-2002, and since season one coincides with 1997, a new hockey team was indeed coming to town soon. I’m taking liberty with the definition of “soon” for the purposes of this fic. 3-oh, how I wanted Sam to text Janet, but oh how this fic takes place in 1997 and oh how I couldn’t do that. But I had a laptop in 2002, and I figure the SGC would be worlds ahead of little old me, so… *grin* 4-I’m sure most don’t need this, but the book referenced is of course Frosty the Snowman, by Annie North Bedford.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 11th, 2012 02:09 pm (UTC)
Nice, bittersweet. :)
Dec. 11th, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you.

Yeah, this started out as an all-Cassie drabble that I quite liked on its own, but I thought I'd try to expand it a bit. I was thinking double drabble with some Jack reaction thrown in. But yeah...the muse said no. Janet and Jack wanted more of the pie. In fact, they wanted to go all DanJan on me for a bit and ship, but fortunately they let that go in favor of a more professional relationship, which felt far more right in season one.
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