The Sweet set-up part 3
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scarlettdreamI didn't realise just how long it had been since I postd the earlier two chapters,
and I must admit to some slacking in that department as I have already strayed into other fandoms, again! But there is some more of this story writtn so I guess I'll post the next part.
Set in the SG1 universe which is not owned by me and never will be.
See first chapter for more of the disclaimer.
Here it is the third part of this story. Again with the wonderful Annie's help as beta.
It's Jack and Daniel and it's slashy adult content
An AU with just a hint of a classic Hitchcock movie thrown in.
I'm still not letting on which one but there are clues.....
3) Foxtrot - Oscar - Romeo - Ten
Jack O'Neill concluded his business in the bank.
He knew he could set up his accounts to make the payments automatically but he liked to do it himself. Plus it gave him a reason to come to Ely, otherwise he knew he might sit out by his lake for months on end and hardly see a soul. It gave him the chance to get some flying hours in too. He kept the plane at the local airstrip, they used it for some freight runs, maybe a few wilderness tours, some lake fishing trips, and in return they kept it airworthy, and gassed up ready to go whenever he wanted to use it.
He knew it was an extravagance, having a plane of his own when he used it so rarely. But it had been the one thing he had left, when it came down to it, just one dream. When he retired he'd have his own little plane, a sweet ride. There had been so many things Jack had promised over the years, to himself, to Sara, to Charlie. None of those other promises had been kept. But the dream, the idea of his own plane, in the end that been the only thing he had left that he could still achieve . The idea of the freedom, the idea of what it meant to be alone up there where it was clean and cold, where there was no one but him, and nothing but sky. Through all the other broken promises, through the whole fucked up mess Jack had made of his life, and Sara's and Charlie's, he'd managed to keep one thing, this one selfish promise. Sometimes when he looked at himself a little too deeply it seemed like it was fitting a man such as Jack O'Neill would only ever manage to be true to himself.
Jack had coffee and a Danish at Sally's Bakehouse while he read the mail from is PO box. It was pretty much what he'd expected, a couple of bills, an invite to a veterans benefit gala, a report from his financial analyst and letters from a couple of guys he stayed in touch with after he retired. He knew that his life was pretty dull but that was just the way he liked it.
He read the financial stuff first, it was what he expected, but he always wanted to see it in black and white, liked to know the money got to the right places every month, liked to make sure they spent it right. He knew it didn't make up for how it was earned, but maybe it tipped the scales just a little. He looked at the invite next, didn't want to go but he'd send a donation. He saved the other letters for later, shoving them in the inside pocket of his jacket, he'd read them when he got home, maybe have a beer or two on the porch or on the dock by the lake while he caught up with his old buddies. But now he had the yen to do some flying.
Bob Siler, the guy who ran the airstrip was on the phone when Jack arrived so he had to wait a few minutes. When the call was done and Bob looked up, caught sight of Jack, his face kind of froze and Jack knew there was a problem. A tiny little sliver of ice lodged in his brain and he wondered what had gone wrong.
"I thought you were going up in her tomorrow."
"I called Walt and changedto today, got that feeling when I woke up this morning. Just gotta' go up and get me some wing time. You know how it is?"
Jack needed to keep it light and pleasant, but he had that feeling again, like everything was sliding away, tilting out of alignment. Like a mission gone bad. He hated it when he got that mission feeling. It seemed like it cast a shadow on his life, and he'd worked so hard keeping all stuff out of his life now.
Jack realised Bob was talking again.
"..so if they don't like it they can find another carrier."
This didn't fit with any of the scenarios that Jack had just paged through in his mind.
"Huh?"
"I said I'll tell them the plane isn't available today after all, but we can accommodate them tomorrow. Hopefully they won't find another charter by then."
"They who?"
"The client, on the phone when you came in. Say, are you sure you're okay to go up today? You seem kinda....."
Jack took a deep breath, anchored himself back on terra firma.
"I'm a little antsy, but I figure I take my darlin' up for an hour or two and everything will be just fine."
"Where you thinking of going''?"
"Up over the range, maybe down to Vermilion, then over towards the border."
"Don't suppose..."
"What, Bob?"
"That call, a couple of guys, pick em up at Grand Marais and fly them to Crane Lake. They wanted to come out today, What if you get your alone time flying' out there, then be ready for some company on the way back. Said they'd pay a premium to get a flight today."
"You know how I feel about passengers, Bob."
"Yeah but all these rules you got, Jack, It does you good to break 'em now and again. Plus we could used a nice fat pay-cheque about now."
"Why can't they get a charter in Grand Marais? Carter flies out of there, she'd do it."
"Hey, I wouldn't stay in business long if I keep recommending my customers to rival outfits."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't."
"So will you do it, please?"
"Tell you what, you fly them today. I'll come back tomorrow."
"Thing is, Jack, I said I'd do it, but I've got some jobs I gotta get done on the Cessna, really can't afford the time out, so you'd be doing me a really big favour if you do this job, just this once."
"Don't make a habit of asking me, okay Bob? You know I get a little grumpy around strangers."
"Oh so that's what they're callin' it these days is it?"
"Who's doing who a favour eh?"
"Thank you, Jack."
When Jack landed at the Grand Marais airstrip he was feeling pretty cool. He hadn't flown out that way in a while, and the beauty of the land and water spread out below him had left him feeling light and clean. The sheer size of Lake Superior as he banked and turned before landing had been beautiful. But it made him appreciate just how small he was, in his little plane. Small but alive, like something that should be afraid in that huge open sky above the sullen water, except he wasn't, Jack had never been afraid to fly like that, through the vastness of the air.
The control tower directed him to a hangar on the far side of the runway where he could re-fuel the plane. Jack had a number to reach his passengers when he was ready to take off again. He called and left a message to say he'd be ready to go in an hour and a half. He hoped to get a break, maybe grab a sandwich before they arrived. He was cleaning the cockpit window when someone, one of the local mechanics, he thought, came up behind him. There was no moment when he thought this is it, there was no time to react. The next thing he knew he was on the floor and his hands were yanked back and cuffed behind him. He was dizzy and sick and he knew he was going to pass out, the darkness simmering at the edge of his vision boiled up and engulfed him and he didn't hear the voice say softly.
"I told you not to run."
and I must admit to some slacking in that department as I have already strayed into other fandoms, again! But there is some more of this story writtn so I guess I'll post the next part.
Set in the SG1 universe which is not owned by me and never will be.
See first chapter for more of the disclaimer.
Here it is the third part of this story. Again with the wonderful Annie's help as beta.
It's Jack and Daniel and it's slashy adult content
An AU with just a hint of a classic Hitchcock movie thrown in.
I'm still not letting on which one but there are clues.....
3) Foxtrot - Oscar - Romeo - Ten
Jack O'Neill concluded his business in the bank.
He knew he could set up his accounts to make the payments automatically but he liked to do it himself. Plus it gave him a reason to come to Ely, otherwise he knew he might sit out by his lake for months on end and hardly see a soul. It gave him the chance to get some flying hours in too. He kept the plane at the local airstrip, they used it for some freight runs, maybe a few wilderness tours, some lake fishing trips, and in return they kept it airworthy, and gassed up ready to go whenever he wanted to use it.
He knew it was an extravagance, having a plane of his own when he used it so rarely. But it had been the one thing he had left, when it came down to it, just one dream. When he retired he'd have his own little plane, a sweet ride. There had been so many things Jack had promised over the years, to himself, to Sara, to Charlie. None of those other promises had been kept. But the dream, the idea of his own plane, in the end that been the only thing he had left that he could still achieve . The idea of the freedom, the idea of what it meant to be alone up there where it was clean and cold, where there was no one but him, and nothing but sky. Through all the other broken promises, through the whole fucked up mess Jack had made of his life, and Sara's and Charlie's, he'd managed to keep one thing, this one selfish promise. Sometimes when he looked at himself a little too deeply it seemed like it was fitting a man such as Jack O'Neill would only ever manage to be true to himself.
Jack had coffee and a Danish at Sally's Bakehouse while he read the mail from is PO box. It was pretty much what he'd expected, a couple of bills, an invite to a veterans benefit gala, a report from his financial analyst and letters from a couple of guys he stayed in touch with after he retired. He knew that his life was pretty dull but that was just the way he liked it.
He read the financial stuff first, it was what he expected, but he always wanted to see it in black and white, liked to know the money got to the right places every month, liked to make sure they spent it right. He knew it didn't make up for how it was earned, but maybe it tipped the scales just a little. He looked at the invite next, didn't want to go but he'd send a donation. He saved the other letters for later, shoving them in the inside pocket of his jacket, he'd read them when he got home, maybe have a beer or two on the porch or on the dock by the lake while he caught up with his old buddies. But now he had the yen to do some flying.
Bob Siler, the guy who ran the airstrip was on the phone when Jack arrived so he had to wait a few minutes. When the call was done and Bob looked up, caught sight of Jack, his face kind of froze and Jack knew there was a problem. A tiny little sliver of ice lodged in his brain and he wondered what had gone wrong.
"I thought you were going up in her tomorrow."
"I called Walt and changedto today, got that feeling when I woke up this morning. Just gotta' go up and get me some wing time. You know how it is?"
Jack needed to keep it light and pleasant, but he had that feeling again, like everything was sliding away, tilting out of alignment. Like a mission gone bad. He hated it when he got that mission feeling. It seemed like it cast a shadow on his life, and he'd worked so hard keeping all stuff out of his life now.
Jack realised Bob was talking again.
"..so if they don't like it they can find another carrier."
This didn't fit with any of the scenarios that Jack had just paged through in his mind.
"Huh?"
"I said I'll tell them the plane isn't available today after all, but we can accommodate them tomorrow. Hopefully they won't find another charter by then."
"They who?"
"The client, on the phone when you came in. Say, are you sure you're okay to go up today? You seem kinda....."
Jack took a deep breath, anchored himself back on terra firma.
"I'm a little antsy, but I figure I take my darlin' up for an hour or two and everything will be just fine."
"Where you thinking of going''?"
"Up over the range, maybe down to Vermilion, then over towards the border."
"Don't suppose..."
"What, Bob?"
"That call, a couple of guys, pick em up at Grand Marais and fly them to Crane Lake. They wanted to come out today, What if you get your alone time flying' out there, then be ready for some company on the way back. Said they'd pay a premium to get a flight today."
"You know how I feel about passengers, Bob."
"Yeah but all these rules you got, Jack, It does you good to break 'em now and again. Plus we could used a nice fat pay-cheque about now."
"Why can't they get a charter in Grand Marais? Carter flies out of there, she'd do it."
"Hey, I wouldn't stay in business long if I keep recommending my customers to rival outfits."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't."
"So will you do it, please?"
"Tell you what, you fly them today. I'll come back tomorrow."
"Thing is, Jack, I said I'd do it, but I've got some jobs I gotta get done on the Cessna, really can't afford the time out, so you'd be doing me a really big favour if you do this job, just this once."
"Don't make a habit of asking me, okay Bob? You know I get a little grumpy around strangers."
"Oh so that's what they're callin' it these days is it?"
"Who's doing who a favour eh?"
"Thank you, Jack."
When Jack landed at the Grand Marais airstrip he was feeling pretty cool. He hadn't flown out that way in a while, and the beauty of the land and water spread out below him had left him feeling light and clean. The sheer size of Lake Superior as he banked and turned before landing had been beautiful. But it made him appreciate just how small he was, in his little plane. Small but alive, like something that should be afraid in that huge open sky above the sullen water, except he wasn't, Jack had never been afraid to fly like that, through the vastness of the air.
The control tower directed him to a hangar on the far side of the runway where he could re-fuel the plane. Jack had a number to reach his passengers when he was ready to take off again. He called and left a message to say he'd be ready to go in an hour and a half. He hoped to get a break, maybe grab a sandwich before they arrived. He was cleaning the cockpit window when someone, one of the local mechanics, he thought, came up behind him. There was no moment when he thought this is it, there was no time to react. The next thing he knew he was on the floor and his hands were yanked back and cuffed behind him. He was dizzy and sick and he knew he was going to pass out, the darkness simmering at the edge of his vision boiled up and engulfed him and he didn't hear the voice say softly.
"I told you not to run."
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Date: 2009-03-27 09:42 pm (UTC)thanks for posting it! <3 <3 <3 <3 this is a really good read!
I was wondering where the guy had gone :D
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Date: 2009-03-27 10:15 pm (UTC)