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Summary: Jack O'Neill has had a very. Bad. Day. For the Andy Hallett Memorial Challenge.

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Stargate > General > Characters: Jack O'NeillDofEireFR1517471103,4855 Apr 095 Apr 09Yes
Written for the Andy Hallett Memorial Challenge.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. If you recognize it, it ain't mine.
Stargate belongs to Gekko and its other owners; the lyrics to 'Ghost Riders in the Sky' are copyrighted to :EDIT: Stan Jones.


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He had to be nuts. That was it; all the time he'd spent attached via his face to that Ancient device had scrambled his brains. Jack O'Neill could think of no other explanation for whyinthehell he was standing up here on a stage, in a demon bar, no less, holding a microphone in his hand.

Or...Maybe it'd been that last Folkvangr Bifrost Ale he'd had; it had burned like diamond flame going down, and lit a fire in his belly. Maybe that was why he, who disliked public displays of any kind, was now preparing, with the help of the big, green-skinned, red-eyed Host of this club, to belt out a classic Blues Brothers-performed tune...the music began.

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

The riders leaned on by him, and he heard one call his name
'If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride;
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... across these endless
skies.'

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.


When Jack finished, he looked out past the footlights to see his teammates clapping wildly. Sam Carter, his 2IC, even stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly.

Grinning, O'Neill made his way off the stage; as he approached his table, the Host intercepted him.

"Nice singing, Jack," the green man complimented. "Would you like to know exactly what you told me with it?"

Jack hesitated. He'd heard that the Host was a psychic of unusual abilities, but his soldiery mind hadn't quite latched on to what that meant, exactly. "What I told you?" he asked, cocking his head curiously to the side. "Whaddaya mean, Lorne?"

The green man took his arm gently, steering him off to the area just beside a coatrack -- and just out of view of his team.

"You need to be in control all the time," began Lorne, "not just at 'work'"--he held his fingers up in air quotes -- "but in your life. It's time for you to give up a little bit of that control to somebody else...that beautiful blue-eyed blondie, maybe?" Lorne winked cheerfully at him, utterly unconcerned when Jack began to splutter about 'regulations' and 'fraternizing'.

"Yeah, yeah, cupcake, I get it; chain of command and all that," said the green man reassuringly. "That's not gonna matter soon. So," he concluded, "you better prepare yourself. Carpe diem, my friend; the day is coming when you're gonna have to make some hard choices: stay, or go? Love, or duty?" With a last pat on Jack's shoulder, the Host took his leave and ascended the stairs to the stage to introduce the next performer.

Jack stood bemusedly counting the tiles on the floor until a warm hand on his arm shook him from his stupor. He looked up into brilliant, twinkling blue eyes surrounded by feathery blonde hair, and didn't even hesitate.

He swept Sam Carter into his arms and gave new meaning to the words "planting one on her".

Carpe diem, indeed.

From the stage, Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan felt the love in the air, and grinned happily.

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