Catherine Hatshepsut (Hattie) Jackson

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

"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