hattie_notqueen: (BDU's)
I don't know about this Kyle Reese guy, but disconnecting from pain is a lot easier said than done. Not that it CAN'T be done, it's just not that easy.

Example? Being shot with a zat. You get zatted, you go down. You're out. For how long, it depends, really. Usually a good fifteen minutes, maybe ten if you're Teal'c. Dad's usually the one to get hit with a zat. I don't know why, but people are fond of shooting him with electricity.

But when you wake up? You ache. The amount of voltage that goes through you isn't enough to kill you, not at first. A second hit after the first will kill you. But the first just makes you sore and a bit twitchy. That's experience talking.

Another example would be a staff weapon. Think a massive beam of Goa'uld super laser coming out of a large stick. Yeah, not fun. It's more of a burn than a gunshot, but it hurts more, too. It's not a clean wound and it's larger. It's more painful. And yes, that's experience talking. That's the scar on my right shoulder blade. I miss you, Conner.

Being shot with a gun is no walk in the park. No, I haven't been shot with a gun. But Mom has. And Dad has. And Cam has. And Teal'c has. And to be quite honest, it's not something I'm looking forward to. But each of them has also taken a hit with the previous two methods of "OUCH" and that brings us to the Goa'uld firestick.

Mom and Teal'c.

I don't know about what happened to Teal'c and I don't want to ask. I know Mom died. A lot. I know Ba'al brought her back to life with the sarcophagus. A lot. I know that he beat her and used that firestick on her for four months until she escaped. And I know that that was the reason she wasn't supposed to have kids. Not until that last trip with Nef.

I never asked either of them about disconnecting from the pain. I had a hard enough time limping back through the Gate after a mission where all we had to do was run. Where maybe I got into a fist fight with someone. Being zatted isn't fun. Knocking around a Sodan stick isn't a piece of cake. Getting shot with a staff weapon or a P90 is going to hurt like a sonofabitch.

And when it comes to controlling pain, I'd rather knock back a couple of vicodin than try to disconnect. No offense to Mr. Reese.



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Hattie Jackson-Knight
Stargate OC
472 Words
PROMPT: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it. ~ Kyle Reese, Terminator
hattie_notqueen: (Girl & Her Car)
The scenery, as usual, was gorgeous. KITT knew all the best driving routes up and down the Coast and Hattie was more than content to watch the mountains on one side and the water on the other. With the windows on the Trans-Am down, the wind kept her from getting too warm and, usually, the company was quite agreeable.

Not today.

"Another one?" It was obvious she was exasperated.

"Yes. In fact, I think that makes the score nine to two," came the smug reply from the voice box.

Hattie narrowed her eyes at the flashing red lights as if she could work out the trick behind KITT's success just by staring at his dashboard. There was no way he should be winning. Well, she conceded none-too-gracefully in her head, winning is one thing. This is a blowout.

"I'll make it up, just wait," she challenged him, settling in and looking back out the window and closing her eyes for a moment.

"I would not be so certain, Hattie. Especially if you're going to sit there with your eyes closed."

Hattie sat up again and this time she opted for glaring at his dash. "Now you're just being a sore winner."

"Is there such a thing?"

"I'll get you," she promised.

Several more miles went by before KITT said, with clear glee in his voice (she could tell, yes. She could.), "Punch buggy."

"What? Where?" Hattie sat up and leaned forward, just as the cute car came around the bend up ahead. Her jaw dropped. "Are you CHEATING?" There was silence from the car. "KITT. Using your scanners to see what's coming is cheating. I can't believe you've been doing that this whole time!"

She couldn't help the indignant laughter that escaped and KITT said, "I do not see how using all the available resources at hand counts as cheating, Hattie."

"Oh, so THAT'S how it's going to be. Well, you just wait and see how I use MY available resources to deny you later tonight." She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Cheating. At PUNCH BUGGY. I can't believe-" And she was laughing again. "You're horrible."

"On the contrary," he said in that same smug tone. "I'm winning."


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Hattie Jackson-Knight
Stargate OC
395 Words
hattie_notqueen: (His - Kitt & Hattie (pregnant))
"What?"

"Nothing."

A moment passed.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Another moment passed, but this time, she didn't take her eyes off of him. The small smile she knew she had on her face was mimicked on his, and then? He was grinning at her. She broke into a laugh and asked for a third time, "WHAT?!"

He took the step that closed the distance between them and buried his face in her neck while she giggled. She knew exactly 'what' and he knew that. Still, it was one of those moments that has to be savored. That's pondered quietly for long minutes. Unless, of course, you were stuck in an elevator going down thirty floors while being stared at by your new and very attentive husband. Like she was.

"That was our baby."

"I know it was."

"Our son."

She laughed again, struck by a sudden swell of love for the man next to her. "Yes. Our son."

Then he was hugging her again and there was more giggling. Neither one of them noticed the pressure change or the doors opening. Not at first. It wasn't until the man outside cleared his throat that she looked over her shoulder, still half-bent over backwards from where her husband had been nuzzling her throat. Her face flushed and she stood, brushing her maternity shirt over her five-months rounded belly.

Taking his hand, she pulled her husband along with her, his blush matching hers. At the curb, she took both his cheeks in her hands and kissed him sweetly. "I love you. You're going to make an amazing father." There was no sentimentality in her tone, just pure fact. "I know it."

"I'll," he looked around, "I'll go get the car."

She nodded and watched him head toward the underground parking garage. Folding her hands across her stomach, she rubbed gently, her smile softening. Their baby. Their son. He was going to be perfect, just like his father. A woman standing at the curb saw the motion and asked, "Your first?"

Hattie nodded. "Yes."

"Do you know what you're going to have?"

"A boy."

The woman nodded. "Your husband must be thrilled."

Hattie smiled. "He'd be happy with healthy."

Just then, a sleek black car made it's entrance. Hattie's smile turned up a notch. "That's him. Right there."

"Nice car," the woman said. "You'll have to get something more baby-friendly before the big day."

Hattie ran her hand along the hood and then up the frame next to the windshield. "My husband would have a fit if I drove anything else. Besides, you'd be surprised how safe this car is, especially with a baby in it. Have a nice day."

She got into the passenger side since the woman obviously thought that Hattie's husband was driving. He was, but one public spectacle was enough for the day. Inside, she got comfortable as he pulled away from the doctor's office and headed for home.



JUSTPROMPTS: Finally
Hattie Jackson
514 Words
hattie_notqueen: (Ooooh You)
It wasn't his fault. He didn't remember. In fact, he not only didn't remember, but I couldn't tell him. Not 'couldn't' as in 'physically unable', but 'couldn't' as in 'so far beyond classified that he doesn't even know it exists'. I mean, he knows SOMETHING happened while on the Odyssey. They all do. Something HAD to have happened. I'm here. I'm 20 years older than when we started. And yet, I can't talk about it. Teal'c and I are the only ones who know.

What would I say? "Well, Cam, you and I were in love. Deeply in love. You gave up on the thirty-odd-year age difference and actually loved me. Boy, did you. In fact, we sex it up twice a day, every day, for a year and a half!"

I'm sure it'd go over well. The man has a heart attack if I smile at him wrong. Why? Because not long ago, in his eyes, I was a year and a half old. Not only that? I'm 'Jackson's Daughter'. Oh, and Mom could kill him with her pinky. On the Odyssey, though, 'Jackson' was involved in his own little way to pass the time and Mom was nowhere to be found.

He waited until I was legal. And he was a gentleman. Soft, sweet... well, most of the time. Sometimes there just wasn't time for foreplay. But that's not what THIS is about. This is about jealousy.

With him not KNOWING? He got to pick up with Amy Vandenberg, right where he'd left off. Which, okay, to be fair? They hadn't even started dating yet, but the scare of living out his life sitting still was just enough for him to not want to be alone. When he said that to me, of all people? I had to tell him, "You weren't alone." He, of course, thought I meant everyone on the ship. But what could I say? He'd never have understood and I didn't want to freak him out.

But, yeah. I was a little jealous. Sure, she knew him in high school, but she didn't KNOW him. Not the way I did. And even if she started now, she still wouldn't get to know him the way I do. Did. No, DO. And even though I don't have romantic feelings for him now? No woman on Earth will ever know as much about Cameron Mitchell as I do. Which makes me a little smug. And, at the time? Tamed the jealousy.

I did realize something, though. I don't do well with jealousy. Makes me pouty. And at the time? I was jealous of Amy Vandenberg. Now? I think they make a cute couple. She just better not break his heart.


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Hattie Jackson
Stargate SG-1
483 Words

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