Author: Flatkatsi

Email: flatkatsi@optusnet.com.au

Status: Complete

Category: Angst, Episode tag

Pairings: None

Spoilers: Homecoming

Season: 7

Sequel/Series Info: Maybe a series?

Rating: G

Content Warnings: None

File Size: 27 kb

Archive: Incoming Wormhole, Jackfic

Summary: Jack has some issues

Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Jack paced.

To the corner.

    Back to the door.

Corner.

    Door.

Back

    and forwards.

His whole body radiated tension, his hands clenched, his knuckles white. He had to ask. It was eating at him. Eating away at him. Corroding him. Digging into his soul. He couldn't think straight. He needed to know.

What possible reason could be given?

Why did he do it? Of all the choices, why pick him?

This fury had built up in him. At first he had just accepted the decision, gone along with it. Waited for the other shoe to drop. But it didn't. Everything had worked out.

Everything was just fine.

Dandy.

Great.

Peachy.

Like Hell it was.

Corner.

    Door.

Corner.

    Door.

Back.

    Forwards.

It wasn't 'fine'. It was far from "fine".

All those memories that he had tried so hard to bury were dug up again like a body rotting and waiting to be found. Waiting to surprise everyone.

    He couldn't stop.

Why?

Why?

Door

    Corner

Door

    Corner.

He had been backed into a corner. No choice. No discussion.

Not even a "sorry". Just a look. Oh, he was a master of the "look". A master of the conveying of a thousand words in a single glance. Sure Ð there had been understanding. Compassion. But it hadn't stopped him.

There had to have been others. Anyone. Anyone but him.

He must have been laughing. Enjoying the joke. Them making him more powerful. Cold, intelligent, calculating. Not traits that they should have encouraged.

He had been cold before.

When he hadÉ

He hadn't really laughed. Just smiled.

When he hadÉ

He had enjoyed it.

When he hadÉ

He was dangerous. Evil. Jack paced. His nails cutting into his palms. His teeth clenched.

Furious.

Corner.

    Door.

Corner.

    Door.

He had to find out. Ask.

Ask Teal'c.

Why?

Why Ba'al?