Miscellaneous Drabbles
Ponderings
“They make a good looking couple” Jack stated.
“Yes, they do.”
“I hope they have a long happy marriage.” He said as they watched the new Mr & Mrs Pete Shanahan ride off in the limo.
“So do I.”
“I wasn’t so sure when they first dated if it was going to workout.”
“I know what you mean; I thought it was going to end in disaster myself. I can’t believe we were both so calm about it.”
“Yeah, our SO’s marry each other. Carter what does that say about you and me?”
“I don’t know, Sir. I don’t know.”
Lovers Fate
“This is squad 20; we’re coming in hot with a downed officer. Bullet wounds to the chest have trauma standing by.”
“Roger unit 20, we have trauma on stand by, what’s your ETA?”
“ETA is five minutes.”
“Sir, sir, stay with me, can you talk to me? Who did this to you?”
“My fault, all my fault…”
“What do you mean?”
“I hurt her…I shouldn’t have hurt her…deserved this…”
“Sir, keep talking to me. Whom did you hurt? Who shot you?”
“She…sorry…my fault…never should have lost my temper…hit her”
“Sir, who did you hit? Where can we find her?”
“Tell her I’m sorry….really did love her…my fault……….”
As the paramedic turned off the alarm on the heart monitor, his partner shut down the sirens and notified the emergency room.
Two days later Gen Jack O’Neill picked up a copy of the Denver Post reading the headline – Still no leads in shooting death of Denver police officer Pete Shanahan – as he made his way to Cheyenne Mountain infirmary. He was checking on his second in command, LT Col Sam Carter, who had been injured in a domestic fight with her ex-boyfriend three days prior. A slight smile crossed his face as he quietly thanked Thor for the lift once again.
Forever Memories
He stood in awe next to her, his beautiful Sam. His eyes soaking in every bit of her: burning her image into his mind forever. Her skin it felt so smooth and soft, pale yet delicate. Her beautiful blue eyes closed, sleeping, resting, and peaceful. Her blond hair delicately framed around her face. The gown she wore confirmed the beauty of her body.
Jack held her hand turning the ring he had given her a few days ago.
Now he stood frozen watching as they lowered her into the ground: his Sam lying there cold and stiff in that casket.
Death's Stare
The Colonel sat in the dark drinking out of a whiskey bottle. He’d spent the entire day attempting to mount a rescue mission. Two weeks ago they had gone in under the cover of night on a job, but walked into an ambush. A young Captain on his team went down. There was no way anyone could have survived those injuries and he had seen the glazed over eyes staring blankly back. Having seen death to many times in his career, he recognized it for what it was. Making a decision to get the rest of his team out of there alive they left the body. Half his team would have died trying to bring it home. A harsh decision but the only one he felt he had.
Except today the General informed him, the Captain was still alive and being held prisoner behind enemy lines. There was nothing that could be done, no way to save the young airman. Tears came to the Colonel’s eyes as he knew the pain and torture his Captain would endure before being allowed to die. It was almost more than he could bear. Finishing off the whiskey, he knew it was time to tell the family.
Walking up the drive had been hard enough the first time to tell the wife and young son their soldier was never coming home again. But now, he had to tell them he was alive but no rescue would be surmounted. He found small comfort in the Chaplain accompanying him on this wretched duty.
“Is your mother home?”
“Hi Uncle Frank,” the young boy said quietly as his mother approached the door.
“Hey Frank, what’s going on?” She asked as her voice trembled.
“Sara, I…I…I’m sorry.” His voice cracked and he couldn’t get the words out.
“Mrs. O’Neill, I’m Chaplain Somers, Col Cromwell and I have news about your husband Captain Jack O’Neill; may we come in?”
The Curse
She sat in the dark in tears holding the ring he had given her. If only she’d given it back in time, he’d be alive today. Instead she thought the curse had been lifted and could move on with her life. Everyone she’d dated for years had been killed. A black widow curse someone had once joked, only she knew it was the truth.
She didn’t want to be responsible for another man’s death. One man in particular and that’s why she never let it out of that room. She couldn’t now. She wouldn’t. Jack O'Neill could never be hers.