5. A gloom hung over the entire SGC as Daniel Jackson lay dying of radiation. Such a filthy way to go. Such a terrible reward for his heroism. SG-1 had survived every challenge, had won every battle, had saved the Earth again and again, and it had come to this. George had had enough. Time to retire.
He would have, too, if Jack O'Neill hadn't talked him out of it. He insisted that Dr. Jackson was not gone, that he was continuing his quest for knowledge in a different form, and Daniel had chosen his own path. He only had Jack's word on this, but Daniel had left no body, and Jack's word was a rock-solid thing. There were apparently more things on Heaven and Earth than were in George Hammond's original philosophy.
6. Janet Fraiser had spread the Tok'ra tunic out on his desk and pointed to all the various different rips, tears, and holes, and explained how many of them represented individually fatal wounds. Dr. Fraiser couldn't definitively say how many times Jack had been tortured to death, and Jack O'Neill, suffering the further torments of sarcophagus withdrawal was not letting that information past his lips anymore than he had let information about the SGC past his lips while in the clutches of Ba'al.
Oh, Jack! What have I done to you? I deliberately sent the one person I knew you could not refuse to beg you to agree to take a Tok'ra. I trusted you to them because I trust my old friend, Jacob. I'm a sentimental old fool, and you've paid the price for that.
Still, he owed it to Jack O'Neill to make his apologies face to face, to look the man in the eye and make the only amends he could. Then he'd resign.
When that time had come, Jack was having none of it. Yes his stay Chez Ba'al had been... unpleasant. You're taking understatement to new extremes, Jack! The Tok'ra were slimy, unreliable, cowardly bastards... well, except for Selmack and maybe Lantash. Still, he was here, alive, and kicking. He'd made his own choices, and taken his own chances, and he wanted George Hammond and his shiny shoes there at the helm to give him the faith that if he was ever in such dire straits again, the SGC would make damn sure he wasn't left behind.
George still felt the prick of his guilt, but Jack had a point. If he resigned, there was no guarantee that the next guy would go to the mat for his people like George had, like he knew he would continue to do. He would stay.
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Six Times General Hammond Almost Retired Before He Did, Part 3
Date: 2012-08-18 08:10 pm (UTC)He would have, too, if Jack O'Neill hadn't talked him out of it. He insisted that Dr. Jackson was not gone, that he was continuing his quest for knowledge in a different form, and Daniel had chosen his own path. He only had Jack's word on this, but Daniel had left no body, and Jack's word was a rock-solid thing. There were apparently more things on Heaven and Earth than were in George Hammond's original philosophy.
6. Janet Fraiser had spread the Tok'ra tunic out on his desk and pointed to all the various different rips, tears, and holes, and explained how many of them represented individually fatal wounds. Dr. Fraiser couldn't definitively say how many times Jack had been tortured to death, and Jack O'Neill, suffering the further torments of sarcophagus withdrawal was not letting that information past his lips anymore than he had let information about the SGC past his lips while in the clutches of Ba'al.
Oh, Jack! What have I done to you? I deliberately sent the one person I knew you could not refuse to beg you to agree to take a Tok'ra. I trusted you to them because I trust my old friend, Jacob. I'm a sentimental old fool, and you've paid the price for that.
Still, he owed it to Jack O'Neill to make his apologies face to face, to look the man in the eye and make the only amends he could. Then he'd resign.
When that time had come, Jack was having none of it. Yes his stay Chez Ba'al had been... unpleasant. You're taking understatement to new extremes, Jack! The Tok'ra were slimy, unreliable, cowardly bastards... well, except for Selmack and maybe Lantash. Still, he was here, alive, and kicking. He'd made his own choices, and taken his own chances, and he wanted George Hammond and his shiny shoes there at the helm to give him the faith that if he was ever in such dire straits again, the SGC would make damn sure he wasn't left behind.
George still felt the prick of his guilt, but Jack had a point. If he resigned, there was no guarantee that the next guy would go to the mat for his people like George had, like he knew he would continue to do. He would stay.