Title: The Note (1/1)

 

Author: Lisa Yaeger

 

E-mail: lisayaeger@hotmail.com

 

Rating: PG

 

Category: Angst

 

Pairings: Sam/Jack

 

Content Warnings: mild language

 

Summary: Jack contemplates his future

 

Season/sequel: Set in S5 after 2001

 

Spoilers: 2010 and 2001

 

Archive: SJD & whoever wants to- I'd be flattered!

 

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the

property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This

piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary

purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended.

Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are

copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or

dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Status: Complete.

 

Feedback: Please!

 

Date: 17-11-2002

 

*****

 

Looking both ways in the corridor, Jack stuck his key into the lock, turned the knob, and closed himself behind the door before anyone could see.  Not that anyone would probably see him anyway- it was 0200 on a Saturday, and not many people were hanging around the mountain for the fun of it.  Not that this was his idea of fun, necessarily, but he just had to hold it again.  See the words and touch the paper.  The note to himself.

 

When it had come through the gate the first time, it had raised enough questions to keep Carter guessing for weeks.  But with nothing else to go on, everyone had eventually forgotten about it.  Even him.  It unnerved him to make his way through the stacks of boxes keeping the classified materials they had collected over the past 5 years.  Five years.  Had it really been that long? 

 

Finally coming upon the box that was dated just a few months earlier, he rifled through the contents until he saw the note.  Enclosed in a plastic bag - to preserve the paper, he imagined - he carefully removed it to study his own words again.  Definitely his writing and his signature.  No doubt about it.  And after the recent events with the Aschen, he started to speculate as to why.

 

Not that he hadn't thought about it before.  A lot, actually.  But now that they knew what the Aschen had wanted to do to them, to Earth, - hell, probably to every race they came into contact with - it meant something more.  Sterilization.  No children.  That thought sent chills through his body.  It was so unfair to think of a future without them.  Even if they weren't in his future.  Or were they?  The only person who probably knew for sure had written the note, and his future was forever changed because of it.

 

And that's why he was here.  Just to dream, if only for a minute, that maybe the reason he had sent the note back through time was to make sure that there were children in his future.  In their future.  If they hadn't known about the Aschen's intentions then, it was very easy to imagine being fooled by their advanced technology and peaceful appearance.  Easy to imagine that he had retired knowing the Goa'uld and the replicators were no longer a threat.  That they had finally been able to be together.  And maybe that's when they discovered it- that they couldn't have children. 

 

He looked again at the blood surrounding the edges of the paper.  Yes, he would die for that- for a chance to go back in time and give them, and everyone else, a chance at the future.   Smiling, he put the note back into the bag, and retraced his steps to the door.   He looked back toward the stacks as he turned the knob, confident that he had found in there what he couldn't outside- proof that what they had would survive. 

 

He never noticed her peering between some boxes one row over, watching him touch the paper she had held just moments before.  Neither one ever considering that the children she had been trying desperately to conceive weren't his.