// @simcl sent, “ i don’t want to say goodbye. ”
Sometimes realities are all too slow to register, as if the mind resists the full weight of it, whether through sheer negligence, willful disobedience, or self preservation. Even with orders in hand—reassignment orders—Jack hadn’t stopped to consider their implications. And so he stares blankly into the empty space beside her for a moment, wondering just what goodbye she referred to. Of course, it’s obvious in hindsight, but he’s always just that little bit behind, so focused on the present that the future eludes him.
A reassignment to Washington means no more elevator descents to Stargate Command each morning, no more wandering these concrete halls, no more overhead speaker announcements from Walter about off-world activations of the gate. And, no more seeing the same, familiar faces.
He gives Sasha a long look, eyebrow just barely quirking. ❛ I’m not going all that far, kiddo. And it’s not like I won’t be back. ❜ Occasionally. When he could get away from the bullshit politics. Or when things got bad enough... He’d miss all the day-to-day, the normalcy, and all the not-world-ending excitement. But as always, Jack’s mind shies away from that which would drag him down, force him to reconcile with emotions. ❛ Besides, shouldn’t you be glad to be rid of me? ❜
