Author: Becka
Category: Angsty/Dramatic Vignette.
Pairings: A wee bit of Jon/Jan. I think the Kelownan and the
Doctor make such a cute couple! ^__^
Summary: Jonas and Janet talk late at night. A vignette.
Spoilers: Set after 'Metamorphasis'. Mention of the episode,
Authors Notes:This is my first posted fiction, one I wrote at
10 P.M. on a Thursday. Almost forgot. I have no idea how to
positively spell Nirrti, Nirti, Nirtti, Nirty, Nerdy, Nerty... Blah.
Whatever. So, if I've spelled it wrong, let me know, 'kay?
Hmm.. And, the characters might be a wee bit out o' character.
Didn't I just say this was written at 10 P.M.?
Acknowledgments: Thanks to my dad, for reading this fic, no
matter how many times I had to beg.
Dedicated to the SG-1 Stooges!
Disclaimer: One simple sentence. They're not mine.
Another sentence. I'll give them back later.
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Jonas Quinn walked slowly through the corridors of the SGC,
oblivious to the fact it was nearly 0200. In fact, he really had
no real need to know. The only thing in his thinking at the
moment was food. The last time food rested in his belly was...
He couldn't remember. That was why he was headed to the
commisarry.
Food was hard to come by early in the morning, and the only
selection was the leftover jello from the previous day. He took
two, and paid the bored, blonde Airman at the cash register.
He yawned as he sat down, but the Kelownan's tired, guilty
features dissapeared as he dug into the gelled cherry-flavoured
sugar in the elongated glass. His spoon dipped slowly into the
glass with tired, moroseful strokes, reappearing again with small
scoops of said gelled sugar.
Lost in thought, Jonas hadn't noticed a certain petite doctor
enter the room and head straight for him, and also did not
notice her until she made her presense known by clearing her
throat and speaking softly but firmly.
"Mind if I join you?"
Jonas swollowed the bit of jello he had in his mouth and nodded
quickly. "Sure, sure. Have--have a seat."
Janet thanked him and sat before continuing on a tirade known
only to her.
"It wasn't your fault."
The man almost choked on another bite as he averted his gaze
down towards the glass. "One man died, and Major Carter
almost did because of me. That's enough for me to say it was
my fault." He snorted a bit before speaking again. "I let Nirrti get
close to me." Switching his line of sight towards the entryway,
he laughed out loud. "I mean, come on! She seduced me,
doctor. I know your speciality is not with the mind, but surely
you know more about what I'm going through?"
Her tone was calm as she stated simply, "Yes."
Annoyed, Jonas looked up at her. "Yes? Do you--Do you know
what I'm feeling right now?"
"Of course. It's what we on Earth like to call PTSD."
"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? I don't think that's what I'd
call it, doctor."
"Oh, just think about it, Jonas. And call me Janet. You were on
an alien planet--"
"I'm on one now, doc--Janet."
"Right. Anyway, you were on another alien planet, in a hot
situation, with a dangerous Goa'uld who tried to use you
personally to fit her own needs. I think that would classify as
PTSD."
"Yes, but I let her take Major Carter to that machine. I tried to
help her, but I didn't try hard enough." He frowned, picking
once again at his gelatin. The man's eyes were becoming
bleary. "I didn't try hard enough! I should have been able to
help her."
Janet, ever the calm-headed one, placed a friendly hand on
Jonas' free one. "Jonas.. You said earlier not even Teal'c could
break free of their telekenetic powers. What makes you think
you could have done better?"
Jonas looked up at the woman, his brows furrowed and eyes
teary, and arms flailing. "That's just it! I should have at least /
tried/ harder, to let her know she wasn't alone.."
"And that's all she could have asked for."
At that, the doctor reached over towards the second glass of
jello, this time Lime. She grabbed Jonas' spoon and began
eating. "Good stuff," she said as she took delicate bites.
Jonas, ever the passive one, stared wide-eyed, his guilt slowly
fading away. "Doctor, that's my spoon."
She nodded, but made no move to claim a spoon for her very
own. She seemed very content with the recently used model.
The Kelownan continued. "Why use mine?"
As if ignoring the new question, Janet continued eating. "The
only similarity between you and Dr. Jackson is that you both
seem to enjoy piling up guilt on yourselves. No matter what
happened, or who's fault it actually was, you both claim the
fault as your own."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Oh, no! In fact, it's the quality most men seem to be lacking,
and the one I look for most often."
Jonas, startled, looked at the petite woman wide-eyed. "Are
you--What..?"
She smiled sweetly, putting Jonas' spoon on the table next to
the newly empty glass. "Thanks for the snack, Mr. Quinn." She
stood and strode out of the room, leaving her companion to
sweat.
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Finis.