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Additional Intervals Insertion Chapters
Oct. 25th, 2017 12:19 amBeen thinking about adding more chapters, using the ones I skipped over.
Here's the beginning snippet for Intervals 45.5...
Intervals 45.5 (or 45B, depending on how AO3 will let me insert this into the series)
Post-Lost City
... Dear Jack ...
Dear Jack,
Why the hell didn’t you heal yourself like you did with Bra’tac?
I know, I know. That would have been a paradox. You can’t heal yourself of yourself. There’s got to be a way of healing you and I’m going to find it if it kills me. I’ll do whatever the hell I have to, regardless of what it costs me. I won’t take no for an answer. Hammond can’t fire me if I’m not on world, can he? I’ll contrive a way to get on a dig with SG11 and then I’ll disappear. I know things the others don’t. Things I haven’t written in a report or told Sam and Teal’c. In case this journal gets taken, I won’t even write it down here. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Jack.
I admit, I’m panicking a bit. I’ve been holding it in, tamping down on it. It’s me ignoring the grief process because I refuse to grieve. I refuse because you’re NOT gone! I won’t allow it! But that damn fear is back. The fear of failure. That old enemy. Snort. You always told me I was my own worst enemy.
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Opinions?
Here's the beginning snippet for Intervals 45.5...
Intervals 45.5 (or 45B, depending on how AO3 will let me insert this into the series)
Post-Lost City
... Dear Jack ...
Dear Jack,
Why the hell didn’t you heal yourself like you did with Bra’tac?
I know, I know. That would have been a paradox. You can’t heal yourself of yourself. There’s got to be a way of healing you and I’m going to find it if it kills me. I’ll do whatever the hell I have to, regardless of what it costs me. I won’t take no for an answer. Hammond can’t fire me if I’m not on world, can he? I’ll contrive a way to get on a dig with SG11 and then I’ll disappear. I know things the others don’t. Things I haven’t written in a report or told Sam and Teal’c. In case this journal gets taken, I won’t even write it down here. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Jack.
I admit, I’m panicking a bit. I’ve been holding it in, tamping down on it. It’s me ignoring the grief process because I refuse to grieve. I refuse because you’re NOT gone! I won’t allow it! But that damn fear is back. The fear of failure. That old enemy. Snort. You always told me I was my own worst enemy.
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Opinions?
