Thor's Diary

By BadgerGater

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Category: Thoughts, alien thoughts, actually

Summary: So why does Thor keep calling on Jack? Thor's POV

Season: Season 5

Spoilers: Thor's Hammer, Fair Game, Shades of Gray, Small Victories,

Rating: G

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Don’t own SG-1, okay, so the only one I’d like to own, or at least lease or rent, is Jack. But Stargate belongs to MGM, Showtime, SciFi Channel, Gekko, Double Secret, etc. No copyright infringement intended; this story for entertainment purposes only, no money changed hands; Not to be archived without author’s permission.

Author’s Note: Some alien insight into Jack O'Neill

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We have been watching this race for milennia. Frankly, I did not believe they were so advanced. They are still very young, and like so many who lack maturity, impetuous. Perhaps even dangerous.

When one of the Tau’ri found his way to us through the gate, I was astonished. Yes, he had the knowledge of the ancients downloaded into his brain. And by accident, it seems. But somehow, despite the species' limitations, he had succeeded in finding us. It was a remarkable accomplishment.

Perhaps we will have to revise our estimates of this species. Perhaps they are ready for greater things.

I am not so confident of that as the others. After all, these ‘humans' as they call themselves did cause me a great deal of trouble on Cimmeria. That group from Earth, the one that travels regularly now through the gate, they destroyed the Goa'uld protection device I'd left behind. I should be angry at them, but then, they are mere children in the cosmic sense. Their intentions were benevolent. And yes, my Goa’uld trap *had* inadvertently caught an innocent traveler.

And, I must admit, there is something about the Tau’ri that I like.

They amuse me.

Like a precocious child, they astound.

They see the universe through new eyes, filled with wonder and the joy of discovery.

Not jaded and weary like my own people.

Perhaps these Tau'ri deserve another look.

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I have met the Tau'ri again today.

Before this, except for that one chance encounter, I had only studied them from afar. True, some of my people have had face to face contact with them before, though keeping it hidden from the primitives we study.

But this time, it seems we have made a good choice.

The Goa'uld were threatening to harm them. So we let them participate in their own defense. We selected one who seemed to represent his people, this human called O’Neill.

It was a good test.

And they passed.

Though not at all in the manner I expected.

They do not give in easily, these humans, as they call themselves.

They are not only curious, as O'Neill once said, they are also persistent, creative, belligerent, bright, and, yes, I must admit it, <giggle> amusing.

Especially this one called O'Neill.

Odd looking creatures. So very tall. Parts of their bodies covered with hair, even their faces grow hair. <shudder> Such delightful variety among the Tau'ri species. Skin of different colors. Hair of different colors. Eyes of different colors. There are obvious physical differences which the scholars explain are gender characteristics. Apparently, they even self-reproduce <shiver> proving their still primitive state.

Perhaps that is why they are so body conscious that they feel the need to cover themselves. Of course, some parts of their planet are too cold to go unclothed, but even indoors, even aboard ship, they cling to the security of this clothing.

At least their costumes are not so garish as those of the Goa'uld.

And yet, much as the Nox told us, I find these youngsters appealing.

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This O'Neill, I have studied him.

A man of hidden, yet raging, emotions-- hope, fear, courage, sorrow, hatred, pride, and compassion.

A man of unexpected strengths-- intelligence, humor, physical fortitude.

A clever man, more clever than most of his fellow beings know.

A man of honor and dedication who bows to no one, who concedes nothing.

A man who could teach us much.

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The Tau’ri passed their second test today.

They are such a disorganized species. Even those who claim to be united in something they call a country, cannot trust each other.

Some, like O’Neill, act for the greater good. Others, like this group called the NID, act only for their own gain, and do not care that their actions may injure others.

My friend O’Neill, I believe I can now call him such, did not like this request, but he did, as he would say, ‘carry out his orders.’ Despite the success of our mission, it was obvious that his actions caused him distress which he could not, or would not, explain to me.

I trust his discomfort is not permanent, and that whatever sacrifices he made for the sake of his world are someday appreciated and rewarded.

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I knew that what I had done was unfair, beaming him aboard my ship that fateful day, bringing him on a suicide mission, but I was desperate. My failure would have doomed not only me and my ship, but his race as well. I’d brought the Replicators to the planet called Earth. So I called on O’Neill because I needed assistance; I needed someone who would ‘do what had to be done’, to borrow another phrase of the Tau’ri.

Despite the magnitude of what I demanded of him, he did not fail his people, or me. He enlisted the aid of his compatriots, and together they saved themselves, and me.

Give O'Neill a worthwhile task, and he will respond.

A truly remarkable, though still primitive, race.

We have made use of the Tau’ri’s primitive thought processes, of their youthful impetuousness, to defeat our own enemies.

I would aid them more if I could. I wish there was more I could do for them. I'm glad I had the opportunity to save O'Neill from the underwater vessel called a 'submarine.'

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Sadly, though, over these years, one of the things I have learned about the Tauri is that O'Neill is not typical of his species. Humans are petty, violent, bicker among themselves, over and over again proving themselves unfit to be welcomed into the galactic community.

And yet, is it not always the best of a species that leads them to new heights? Are there not good and bad beings among all peoples, all races, including our own?

O'Neill and his team were the first to venture through the gate, displaying ingenuity and courage worthy of a place among their galactic brethren. They have shown themselves to be survivors; displayed a remarkable adaptability; proven their courage and decency. In some ways, they are far superior to those of us already out here. We squabble and fight, feint and bicker and hide behind subterfuge, and call ourselves superior to the Tau'ri, looking down on this young race, calling them children.

They make *us* think, these Tau'ri.

They demand we be fair and honest and forthright.

They demand we live up to our promises.

Perhaps they are not such a primitive race after all.

Perhaps there are things we can learn from them.

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