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Cries of Silence
By The Huntress
Authors Note: In case you don't know, Best Buy is a chain of stores that sells everything from CD's to Big Screen TV's. Border's is a major book store chain.
Thanks to Admiral Q O for the beta and the title...God I hate having to come up with titles.
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As was his occasional routine, Jonas Quinn roamed the corridors of the SGC late at night. He was on his way to the locker room for a quick shower, before heading to bed for a week. The previous mission, his third, had not only been tiring, but different, to say the least; he'd never been shot at before.
"Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry," Jonas said quietly.
"Hey! Those are *our* towels."
"I didn't know. I...I have to take a shower."
"You can take one when we're finished."
Jonas left the locker room, heading back to his quarters. The small 'room' he had was little bigger than a cell. There was a cot, a desk and a TV. The bookshelves were empty; where there should have been books filled with knowledge, there was nothing. Next to the DVD player Sam had given him, there were DVD's in pieces; beside the CD player, boxes that held no music. Everything that had been given to him, to make him feel more at home had been broken, destroyed or taken away. Oh, Jonas knew who did it. Major Sanger had flat out told him...about how he deserved nothing for what he had done; for causing the death of Daniel Jackson; for ingratiating himself onto SG1.
But Jonas never said anything.
Because under all the talk was the underlying threat of bodily harm.
Not that Jonas couldn't take care of himself. He had held his own in a fight or two in his life. But going up against a man who was bigger and meaner and was trained to kill was not a smart thing to do.
He waited a while before he went back to the locker room. Unfortunately, Sanger and some marines were still in there.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes Jack O'Neill wanted nothing better to do than sleep. However, coming back from a mission where the planet's rotation caused forty-one hour days could throw your internal body-clock off. It was also a reason for Janet to 'request' that SG1 stay on base for a couple of days, to make sure they readjusted. Jack agreed, with the stipulation that the commissary remain open...which was where he was headed when he heard the commotion in the men's locker room.
He went in, seeing Jonas on the floor, Major Sanger standing over him. Jack shoved the marine aside, kneeling down, seeing the bloody nose. "What did you do?"
"He fell," Major Sanger replied. "Didn't you Quinn?"
Jonas looked from Sanger to Jack, slowly nodding.
"I'll bet," Jack sneered, none-to-happy.
"Be more careful Quinn," Sanger chuckled as he left.
"C'mon," Jack pulled him to his feet, "let's get a washcloth on that nose." He walked Jonas over to the sink. "Tilt your head back and just hold it there for a few minutes."
Jonas finally took the cloth away, splashing his face with cold water. "I just wanted to take a shower."
"What happened?"
"I fell."
"That's a load of bull Jonas and you know it. *Tell me*."
"I *fell*." Jonas threw the cloth down and went into the shower area.
Jack sat there waiting, wanting to talk to him. Actually, he wanted to compliment the young man over the job he had done on P3X-427. The kid had actually saved the day, pulled Jack's ass out of the fire. Jack hadn't even bothered to say thank you.
And after debriefing (and still not talking to Jonas) he went to his usual room on base, changed into the civilian clothes he kept there (technically, he reasoned, he was 'off duty') then headed to the commissary for some pie. He'd talk to Jonas after. Say "Thank you," maybe *try* to be nice. It was getting kind of tough to be mean and nasty to someone who just stood there and took it...and then smiled at you.
'So how did you end up in the locker room Jack?' he thought to himself. 'Why not let Jonas fight his own battles?' Jack sighed. 'Because if anything happens to him, it'll be on your conscience.'
"Sir, why are you still here?"
Jonas' voice startled Jack, who looked up at him. "I was waiting for you."
Jonas took a step back. "Why?"
Jack did a double-take; the younger man was afraid of him. "Thought you might want to get something to eat."
"There's nobody in the commissary this late. It's closed."
"Normally, that's true," Jack told him. "But I arranged to have it left open while I'm stuck here. I like pie at midnight."
"Yes sir."
"Jonas, you are aware that SG1 has their own locker room, aren't you? The perks of being the flagship team," he added with a smirk.
"Yes sir."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Then why don't you use it?"
"I'm not allowed."
"Excuse me?"
"Major Sanger said that I'm not permitted in there."
"Oh he did, did he? And when did this happen?"
"When we got back from my first mission. He said it was for you, Teal'c and Sam."
"I see. Well, you can use it. I give you permission. And I outrank him."
"Yes sir."
"Get dressed so we can go eat. You are hungry, aren't you?"
"I'm always hungry sir." Jonas got dressed quickly. "Do you like Jell-O? It's kind of strange looking, but it tastes great."
"Yeah, I kinda like Jell-O...a little bit."
"Then let's go."
As they walked down the corridor, Jack noticed that Jonas flinched every time they passed a marine. He'd have to remember to ask Jonas about it, just not right now.
"I like green," Jack smiled, as he took a bowl, along with a piece of pie. "It tastes best."
"I like red," Jonas told him. "Sam says the flavor is cherry."
"Around here you can never be too sure," Jack laughed. "I, uh, I wanted to say thank you for what you did, back on P3X-whatever."
"Why do you play dumb?" Jonas asked.
"Excuse me?"
"I see it in your eyes. You're pretty smart but you make people think you're not. I was just curious why."
Jack nodded, knowing he could avoid the question, but opting not to. "People think you're stupid, they tend to talk more around you, underestimate you."
"From what I've learned, you wouldn't have made it to colonel if you were *really* stupid."
"Jonas, it's not common knowledge, and I don't know why I'm telling you, but I hold one degree in Engineering and one in Astronomy."
"Astronomy?"
"I like the stars."
"Yes sir."
Jack decided to change subjects. "You like hockey?"
"What's hockey?"
A slow smile came to Jack's face. "Hockey is the most popular sport on this planet."
"I thought that was football."
"Well," Jack drawled, "my room here happens to have six sports channels, one of which is the Hockey Network."
"Is that an invitation sir?"
"I guess," Jack shrugged.
"Thank you sir." Jonas finished his Jell-O and stood up. "But I'm kind of tired. I'm just going to go back to my quarters and get some sleep."
"Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where my room is."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
Jack gave him a soft smile. "It's Jack when we're off duty."
Jonas returned the smile. "Thank you Jack...and you're welcome."
"Jonas?" Jonas turned around. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?"
"Of course sir," Jonas nodded, quickly leaving.
It had taken Jonas a moment to answer and Jack had noticed. 'Well, if there *is* something wrong,' he thought, 'I guess I'm going to have to wait for you to tell me.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jonas entered his room, turning on the light and closing the door.
"I've been waiting for you."
"I don't want to do this anymore." Jonas' voice cracked and he swallowed hard.
Major Sanger got out of the chair, shoving him against the wall. "You have no choice. You do what I say or you're going back to Kelowna."
"Yes sir."
"You know the routine. Get 'em off."
Jonas stripped and lay face down on the bed.
"That's a good boy." Sanger knelt between his legs, pulling his cheeks apart, spitting on his hand and wiping the spit over his dick. Jonas began to whimper and received a smack on his ass. "Keep quiet. You don't want anymore pain, do you?"
"N-n-no," Jonas stammered.
Sanger entered him hard and Jonas shed his tears silently. The major was grunting, nails raking down Jonas' back, uncaring of the pain he was causing. He was quick and impersonal, having his orgasm and pulling out quickly. "You're going to have to get yourself off, Quinn. I might be back later, so don't bother getting dressed." He himself got dressed. "And don't think about telling O'Neill or anyone else. They all hate your guts. You're a murderer and they know it." He shut off the lights as he left, leaving Jonas alone in the darkness.
Jonas slowly raised himself, going to the bathroom and cleaning up. He noticed the blood and the tears fell again. No matter what Sanger said, he put on his underwear, lay down and held himself tight, trying to fight the sleep that slowly overcame him. As he was drifting off, he heard a soft voice whispering in his ear and felt a gentle hand rubbing his back.
"Just hang in there." Daniel sat beside him until he was sure Jonas was asleep. "Everything is going to be okay."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Major Sanger checked the video feed to Jonas' room, insuring that it was still looped with footage of Jonas sleeping and headed back there. He tripped and fell into a supply closet, hitting his head hard on a shelf. He lay there unconscious until morning, when Siler found him.
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A few nights later, Sam had gone to Jonas' room to retrieve a notebook of Daniel's that Jonas was researching. He wasn't there, and she didn't want to invade his privacy, but the notes were important. She found it on the desk, then noticed a few other things as well; actually the lack of other things.
The DVD and CD players she'd bought him were missing, as were the books that lined the shelves. There were DVD and CD cases, but when she opened a few, she found them empty. She also noticed that the cable for the TV was torn out, the remote in pieces.
She was about to walk out, when a slight noise made her turn around. Glancing down, she saw something red in the trash. Wondering what Jonas had that was red, she picked it up, quickly running to the bathroom, vomiting viciously.
The red was a bloodstain and it was on a pair of underwear.
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Jack was asleep when his doorbell rang. At first he ignored it, until it was followed by loud banging and Sam's shouting.
He opened the door, growling, "What is it Carter? It's one o'clock in the morning."
"Jack, something's happened to Jonas."
The use of his first name made him take notice. "What happened to him?"
"I think he's been hurt. I found these in his room." She handed the baggie to him. "There's blood on the...."
Jack noticed it was underwear and just shrugged. "Maybe he's into rough stuff."
"Jonas? He asked me the other day what a condom was. When I explained it to him, he blushed." Sam pushed her way past him, going into the living room and sitting on the couch. "Jack, all his stuff is gone. The DVD and CD players I got him, the discs themselves. Hell, even the books are missing. The TV cable was torn out of the wall also."
"His room's pretty big. Maybe he moved them."
"Big? He's still living in the...closet he was assigned when he arrived here."
"That's not possible. Hammond assigned him one of the VIP suites. I signed off on it myself. I gave him the largest room the SGC has after all the crap we bought him. We spent over five hundred bucks in Border's alone!"
"It's all gone." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I think someone's been...." She glanced at the baggie.
"You think he's been sexually assaulted?"
"He has been more quiet lately. Not so...."
"....bouncy," Jack finished for her. "Yeah, I noticed that. He's been keeping to himself more over the last couple of weeks. Usually he's annoying as all hell, barging into my office, asking all these questions. And he...I was talking to him the other night and he was afraid of me. I thought it was my imagination, but now I'm not so sure."
"What are we going to do about it?"
"I'll handle it Sam. If he's been...hurt...I'd understand."
"So would I."
Jack raised an eyebrow at her. "You Carter?"
"College," she replied softly. "Today it would have been called date-rape, but back then...."
"For me it was Iraq," he blurted.
"Jack, he...he's sort of grown on me. I think Daniel would have liked him."
"Daniel liked everybody," Jack chuckled. "Even the battleaxe in accounting."
Sam stood up, heading for the door. "He trusts you Jack, more so then anyone. From what I've seen, your approval and trust are something he craves."
"I know," Jack agreed. "I'll find out what happened."
"I know you will. Good-night Jack."
"I'll see you in the morning Sam." Jack shut the door behind her, wiping his face. "Okay Jack, time to put that Ops training you have into use again. Let's see if you've grown rusty over the past few years."
He didn't sleep much that night, long-buried nightmares surfacing. Iraq, his own assault, his manhood stolen, his screams...his pain.
At five o'clock he gave up on sleep and began to get ready for the day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Colonel, I gave orders that Mister Quinn was to be given a new room two weeks ago."
"I know sir. But he's still in that hovel."
"I don't know why," the general replied. "I advised Major Sanger personally."
Jack shut the door, taking a seat. "George, I never reviewed Sanger's record. He was assigned here while I was offworld."
George smiled at him. "You're 2IC. Go and get the records you need."
"But sir," Jack half-whined, "that means asking Captain...well she's...."
"...a scary old witch," George chuckled. "I'll call up there and let her know you're coming in."
"Thank you sir. Much appreciated."
"Jack, why do you need to see Sanger's record?"
"I don't want to make any accusations. I'll tell you when I'm sure, when I have proof."
"Proof of what?" George paused, knowing his 2IC. "Never mind. I don't want to know...yet."
Jack left, making a quick stop to talk to Sam, then headed to personnel.
Sam, in turn, called Teal'c and the two headed off base.
Jack had an idea, but needed the other two to help him with it. He also needed to get Jonas out of his room for the night. He then headed for the monitor room, checking Jonas' quarters for the past week, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, which angered him. 'Damn, there is nothing here!'
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By late afternoon, Jack and Lou were still going over Sanger's personnel file, both wondering how he had gotten assigned to the SGC. Jack snarled at Lou, who shook his head.
"Hey, I never saw this. This guy isn't a marine; he's a bully. I sure as hell wouldn't have allowed him on this base."
"Assault, theft, attempted rape...how the fuck did he get assigned here?" Jack muttered.
"None of the charges were ever proven," Lou said, as he read on. "And take a look at who approved his assignment."
Jack's eyes widened. "MAKEPEACE?! The man's in jail!" He immediately got on the phone to one of his contacts and hung up a few minutes later, shaking his head. "The son-of-a-bitch was released six months ago and is working for the NID."
"Jack, what made you pull his record?"
"It's...something happened to Jonas and I don't know what. I think Sanger was involved. No, scratch that. Now that I've read his file, I *know* he's involved."
"You think he hurt the kid? Why?"
"I don't know, but I intend to find out."
He stalked out of the office and Lou let out the breath he'd been holding.
"I am very glad I stay on his good side."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey Jonas," Jack smiled, walking into his room. His face was a mask as he feigned ignorance, hiding the shock at what he was seeing. "I see you're still in the same room."
"I know it's not much sir, but...."
"Not much? Jonas, the cells are bigger then this. I can't believe General Hammond would make you stay in here."
"Oh, I like it sir."
"O-kay." He picked up a few pieces of a broken CD, realizing when he tried to piece it together that it was actually three different CD's. "Jonas, what happened?"
"It was an accident sir," Jonas ducked his head.
Jack didn't believe that for a minute. "Jonas, tell me the truth. Why do you live in this...room?"
"Major Sanger said it's all I can have, that there's nothing else."
"Where are the books?"
"What books sir?"
Jack was growing frustrated. "The books that are *supposed* to be on these shelves. The books Carter and I got you."
"I didn't need them."
"Bullshit. Everybody needs books." He saw something in the closet and opened the door before Jonas could stop him. "Jonas, this DVD player is two weeks old."
"It fell off the shelf sir. I was too embarrassed to say anything."
"Okay, I want the truth and I want it *now*. What. The. Hell. Happened. In. Here?"
Jonas narrowed his eyes. "The DVD player fell. I fell. The CD's fell. Now stop interrogating me!"
"Okay!" Jack backed off. "Okay. I just came in to ask if you wanted to go get something to eat. I know food is one of your..." he grinned, "...hobbies."
Jonas seemed to brighten. "Jell-O?"
"It's Tuesday and the special is, of course, Tuesday surprise. I was hoping that maybe you could figure out what *this* Tuesday's surprise is."
"NO! I won't eat it and you can't make me!"
"Calm down," Jack snickered. "I take it you know what the...surprise...is?"
"No, but I ate the last one and I'll never touch it again."
"How about we order pizza and watch a movie?"
"You...you want to...spend time with me?"
"Yeah," Jack nodded. "Why not?"
"It's just...you never wanted to before."
"I should have. Look kid, I've been kind of nasty to you and I was wrong. And if you *ever* tell anyone I admitted to that, you'll eat *every* surprise the commissary has to offer for the rest of your life."
"Can we...watch some of that hockey? I read a book about it yesterday."
"You read a book about it?"
"Yes sir. And I looked over the stats. I think the Rangers are going to beat the Avalanche and go to the..." Jonas thought for a moment, "...Stanley Cup."
"Ya think?"
Jonas gave him a big grin. "YeahSureYouBetcha."
Jack cuffed him on the head. "Quit stealing my lines." He picked up the phone and made an attempt to order pizza and beer. It took four calls and his credit card to convince them he was *really* calling from NORAD. He then called the main gate to make sure Bender knew food was coming and motioned Jonas out of the room.
"Where are we going sir?"
"I told you a few nights ago. My room here has twenty-four hour hockey."
They spent about a half hour making small talk before Jack went topside to get their dinner.
"I thought alcohol wasn't allowed when you're on duty," Jonas said, staring at the six-pack.
"First, we're not on duty," Jack said. "Second, there are no cameras in this room, so nobody will know. Besides, it's only beer."
"Beer is still alcohol."
"Thank you, Carrie Nation," Jack laughed. "Don't worry about it."
"I've never had beer."
"You can handle it." Jack gave him the first Red Dog. "Well, go on."
He watched Jonas sip at it, they began to eat the pizza and Jack urged him to drink more, careful to sip at his own. He knew from experience that alcohol tended to make people talk and he wanted Jonas to answer a few questions for him, something Jonas wouldn't do sober. After two beers, Jack suggested they sit on the sofa and watch TV. He handed Jonas another beer and began to explain hockey to him. At half-time, they ate some more and Jack handed him a fourth beer. By the time the game started again, Jonas' eyes were drifting shut. Jack casually put his arm around Jonas' shoulders and Jonas, without thinking, snuggled into it.
"Jonas," Jack leaned down and whispered, "who's been hurting you?"
"Can't tell," Jonas answered, words slightly slurred.
Jack stroked his hair, relaxing him. "You can tell me. It'll be our secret."
"Pr'mise?"
"Tell me."
"Major Sanger."
"Why?"
"I dunno."
Jack took a deep breath. "How does he hurt you?"
"Touches me...don't want him to," Jonas whimpered. "Not 'posed to hurt."
"No, it's not."
"Gotta be gentle."
"Yes, it does." Before Jack knew what he was doing, he placed a light kiss to the top of Jonas' head. "Go to sleep."
"Mmm, 'kay Jack. 'Night."
"Good-night Jonas." Jack managed to drag him over to the bed, laying down with him. He reached over and turned off the light, laying there with Jonas' head heavy on his chest. 'Why would he want to hurt you like that?' Once again, his body moved on its own, ahead of his brain. He leaned down, a gentle kiss to Jonas' lips. 'Dammit Jack, what are you doing? You're taking care of him, that's what. In some ways he's like Danny.' Jack chuckled to himself. 'He needs a keeper.' Jack nearly jumped out of his skin, swearing he felt a hand whack him lightly on the head. 'Go to sleep O'Neill. It's been a looong day.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Jack woke in the morning, he went on a search for Sanger. He was going to put a stop to this and have Sanger brought up on charges; and, he decided, if the military wouldn't do anything, he'd take care of it himself.
Jonas opened his eyes, finding a short note and a bottle of aspirin. He took two, swearing an oath to temperance as he stumbled out of bed. He washed up and went looking for Jack, wanting to thank him for the night before. Passing the locker room, he heard Jack's voice and entered, peering into the main area, seeing Jack with Sanger, the two men smiling at each other.
"He's easy Jack," Sanger snickered. "Just tell him he's going back to Kelowna and he won't say no."
Jack laughed with him. "And you've been doing this for how long?"
"A month or so."
"Hot damn! So you've been taking his ass and he's kept quiet about it because he thinks he'll get sent back to Kelowna? Sweet."
Jonas was listening, eyes welling with tears. He thought Jack had become his friend. He turned and flew down the corridor, nearly knocking Siler over.
"What is it with SG1 and hurting me?" he cracked, then sobered as he saw Jonas' face. "What's the matter Jonas?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." Jonas ran to his room and slammed the door. Right now, prison on Kelowna seemed like a much better place to be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack shook his head slightly, smiling at Sanger. "Okay, let me get this straight. You've been fucking Jonas, using him, for over a month. He said no the first time and you threatened him, got him to say yes."
"He's got a tight ass. Nice mouth also. He wasn't too happy the first time, but he got over it."
"You forced him?"
"Let's just say I didn't hear the word 'no' come out of his mouth."
"Well of course he didn't say no," Jack grinned. "He thought he'd go back to Kelowna, to prison. And nice job with the electronics. We can't have him enjoying things like CD's. He might actually start to feel at home. We sure don't want that, do we?" At Sanger's nod, Jack's grin disappeared. "You son-of-a-bitch." Jack hit him, knocking him into the lockers.
Sanger tasted the blood in his mouth. "ARE YOU CRAZY O'NEILL?!"
"WHY JONAS?" Jack lifted him to his feet, hitting him again.
"He killed Doctor Jackson. He's not worthy to be here, let alone on an SG team." Sanger took a swing at Jack but missed and Jack landed another punch. Sanger then connected with Jack's face and the two men traded punches.
Teal'c and Lou were heading to the commissary when they heard the crashes in the locker room. Running in, they spotted the two men on the floor. Teal'c grabbed Jack, Lou got hold of Sanger, pulling the two men apart.
"What's going on?" Lou asked, staring at Jack.
"Get him to a cell."
"On what charge?" Lou was a bit confused.
"He..." Jack narrowed his eyes, "...assaulted Jonas."
Teal'c let Jack go, a low growl coming from his throat, advancing on Sanger.
Lou put his hand up. "Uh-uh Teal'c. You'll just get yourself into trouble." Sanger tried to wrench free. "Don't give *me* any trouble or I leave you alone with Teal'c." Sanger nodded, letting Lou take him out.
"Are you injured O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.
"No."
"And what of JonasQuinn?"
"I'll make sure he's okay. I...."
"You care for him," Teal'c stated. "He has...grown on you."
"Yeah, he has," Jack agreed, washing his face. "I don't know when, how or why, and to tell you the truth, I don't care."
"This should not matter. He is, in many ways, like DanielJackson. He needs looking after."
"Great minds think alike T," Jack smiled. "I thought the same thing last night." He went to find Jonas.
Teal'c watched him go and suddenly whirled around, eyes widened. "I believe I require additional time performing Kel-No-Reem." He could have sworn someone kicked him in the ass.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack was headed to see Jonas when he ran into Siler.
"Colonel, what happened to Jonas?"
"Why?"
"I saw him a little while ago and he was crying sir."
"*Crying*?"
"He nearly ran me over coming out of the locker room."
"The locker room?" Jack thought for a moment. "Oh shit, he heard...thanks Siler. I owe you one." He got to Jonas' room and hesitated for a moment, then knocked, not getting an answer. He slowly opened the door, seeing Jonas sitting on the floor. "Jonas?"
"Leave me alone."
"You heard what went on in the locker room, didn't you?"
"Why did you do that to me? Pretend to be my friend?"
"I didn't." Jack knelt down. "I mean, I didn't pretend."
"You think it's funny what Major Sanger did?"
"No, of course not. Jonas, remember when I told you that if people think you're stupid they talk more around you? Well Sanger must have thought I was a genuine moron because he spilled his guts about what he was doing to you."
"I don't understand."
"It started a couple of nights ago, when Sam went to your room to get one of Daniel's journals...." A little while later he finished. "Look, I'm sorry I got you drunk, but I had to know. And he's going to face charges of misconduct."
"You don't hate me?"
"No. I thought I did once upon a time, but that time has long passed." Jack smiled at him. "How about we go to Best Buy? I know you've been there with Carter."
"Twice sir."
"Cool. We can replace everything he destroyed. I have to take care of something, then I'll come and get you. Okay?"
"Yes sir," Jonas smiled back. "Thank you."
"That's what friends do Jonas...that's what friends do."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack met up with Lou and the two headed to get Sanger and bring him to the General's office.
"What should we do with him?" Lou asked.
"How about we leave him in a room with Janet?" Jack smirked. "She's PMSing and I'm sure she'd love to give him a very thorough rectal exam."
They got to the cellblock, Bender and Fry opened the door, Jack and Lou walked in and immediately came back out.
"Where is he?" Jack asked.
"Fry," Lou started, "I swear, if the two of you were goofing off...."
"No sir!" Fry stated. "We've been here the whole time. Bender managed to talk Teal'c out of going in there to rip the major's guts out."
"Then *where* is he?!"
"We don't know!" Fry shouted back.
"Sir," Bender prompted him.
"Shut up!" Fry snapped, turning back to Jack. "Sir."
"Jack, calm down," Lou said quietly. "If they say they don't know, then they don't."
"Yeah, okay," Jack scowled at the two marines and he and Lou headed to the surveillance room to go over the video from the cellblock. Five minutes later they were in the General's office.
"Where is Major Sanger?" General Hammond asked them. "You were supposed to bring him here."
"We don't know where he is sir," both men answered.
"So help me...I let the two of you get away with almost everything, but if you did something...."
"No sir!" Jack insisted. "I give you my word."
"I do also," Lou added. "The guy was in his cell two hours ago, but now he's gone."
"And for some reason, the security cameras went wonky. All that's showing is snow," Jack said. "I think the NID did this. How they did it, and this quickly...."
"Who was on duty?" Hammond asked.
"That's just it." Jack was genuinely confused. "I had Bender and Fry there. I'd trust those two with my six and they insist they don't know. Sanger just went...poof."
"Yeah," Lou agreed, "poof."
"Poof?" Hammond raised an eyebrow at them.
"Poof, sir."
Hammond sighed, shaking his head. "That's going to look good in my report. The prisoner went 'poof'."
"Then just write he escaped and we don't know where he is," Jack suggested. "It's the truth."
"How is Jonas?" Hammond asked, more then a bit concerned.
"He'll be okay," Jack answered. "I'm going to take him out to replace the things Sanger destroyed."
"You do that," Hammond told him.
"Me, I'm going to go over every marine's record," Lou added. "I don't need any psychos on this base." He went to the door, then turned, smirking at Jack. "Well, anymore of 'em." He ran out before Jack could answer.
"Can I hurt him?"
"Get out of here Jack. Go make things right for Jonas."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sprinted into the store, Jonas staring after him before slowly following.
"First up," Jack said, "a new CD player."
Jonas found himself looking at a small player which was on sale.
"Jonas, that CD player only plays one at a time. You need one that you can load a few into so ya don't have to keep getting up to change 'em."
"It's cheaper sir."
"The military is paying for this. We get top of the line, like this one."
"But sir, that CD player is over two hundred dollars!"
Jack grinned. "I know."
"What's the catch?" Jonas asked.
"There isn't one," Jack told him.
"I don't know if I need this. All the CD's were broken."
"Ahh, the beauty of Best Buy," Jack chuckled. "As I'm sure you know, they sell CD's too, and those can also get charged to the military. Along with some new DVD's, a big screen TV, new PC...."
"I don't need those things sir."
"Yes you do Jonas, so shut up. Ooh look, new speakers. Let's get you four."
"I'll go deaf."
"And your point is....?"
"Sir...."
"I asked you to call me Jack."
"*Sir*, I ask you again. What's the catch? Do you want the same thing Major Sanger got?" Jack was taken off guard and nearly dropped the box in his hands. "I like you. You don't have to buy me this stuff if you want me to...you know."
"Jonas, we're buying this because I want to, no strings attached. I'm not Sanger. If you wanted to," Jack smiled, "'you know', it would have to be because *you* wanted to, no other reason."
By the time they left the store, Jonas had everything replaced and then some. "Sir...Jack...I don't need a forty-two inch plasma TV, nor do I need three game systems."
"It's a shame they were out of 'Simpson's Road Rage'. You'd like that one. It's pretty cool."
"You're ignoring me, aren't you?"
"Totally."
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They arrived back at the Mountain, unloading the new purchases onto a cart and taking it to Jonas' room. When they got off the elevator, Jonas went right, but Jack shook his head, going left.
"This way."
"Jack...Colonel...where are we going? This isn't the way to my room."
Jack ignored him, finally reaching one of the VIP suites, opening the door. "Yes it is."
Jonas' mouth dropped open as he walked in.
"Welcome home Jonas," Sam grinned.
"M-m-my books."
"We found them in a storage area on level thirty-one," she said.
"How...why...when...." Jonas was stammering, staring around him. Not only did it appear all his personal things were there, but the walls were blue, there were new plants on the dresser and in the corner was a small refrigerator.
Jack snickered. "I told you. I'm 2IC. I can do anything I want. And because we felt like it." Jack pointed to the 'fridge. "I had it stocked with those disgusting fruit drinks you like, plus some Jell-O and lots of pudding cups. Banana, your favorite."
"And over here, JonasQuinn," Teal'c added, "MajorCarter and I have installed a 'state-of-the-art' microwave oven, in which you can heat and consume the Chef's finest meals, of which I purchased you many varieties."
"Chef?" Jack asked.
Jonas grinned. "Yes sir. Chef Boy-Ar-Dee. He makes some of the finest food I have ever tasted. His Beef-A-Roni is...words can't describe it."
"I can think of a few words." Jack made a sour face. "And we really need to get you out more." He looked at the boxes. "C'mon, let's get this stuff unpacked and set up. Get the CD player out and we can put on The Doors while we work."
"If we will be installing doors, O'Neill," Teal'c said solemnly, "should we not request assistance?"
"*The Doors*, Teal'c," Sam chuckled. "They're a famous group."
"A group of what?"
"Give it up Carter," Jack said, shaking his head.
"Yes sir."
The music was put on at ear-splitting decibels, because Sam insisted Jim Morrison sounded better that way and the four worked on unpacking.
When they got finished, Sam offered to make everyone dinner, which had Jonas nodding, but made Jack turn green.
"Jonas, does the word 'botulism' mean anything to you?"
"I've tasted her cookies," Jonas grinned. "They're delicious."
"There is a big difference between baking and...cooking dinner."
"I enjoy Samantha's cooking," Teal'c intoned.
"You also enjoy kelp and tofu," Jack pointed out.
"Just for that sir, I won't make you any more Double-Fudge Walnut cookies."
Jack sat down on the sofa. "No more of those, Sam. They were Daniel's favorite cookie."
"I know sir. And every time I make them, I think of him and...I smile."
Jack thought for a moment, then nodded. "You know what, why don't you make a batch. We can eat them tomorrow, in honor of Daniel."
"Will we have chocolate milk with them O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.
"Of course, T. I wouldn't eat them with anything else."
"Good night sir, Jonas. We'll see you in the morning."
Jack and Jonas both said good night and Jonas stood there for a moment, then began to dance, or something that appeared to be dancing, which made Jack laugh.
"What's so funny sir?"
"You trying to dance." Jack stood up, moving behind Jonas, wrapping his arms around, swaying with Jonas to the music. "Mmm, nice."
Jonas turned around in his arms. "The dancing?"
"No, the Jonas." Jack said softly. "I'm sorry about Sanger. I should have known something was up."
Jonas buried his face in Jack's shoulder. "I still don't know why he hurt me like that."
"It's not important." Jack didn't want to bring up Daniel. He was well aware of the guilt Jonas carried within himself. So instead he whispered, "It can be done gently, without pain."
"Jack, I, um, I know that."
"Sanger didn't...he wasn't your first?"
"A long time ago, there was...we got caught. It was forbidden on Kelowna."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. They sent him away. I don't want *you* to be sent away."
"Nobody is sending me away, Jonas."
"What about 'don't ask, don't tell'? There's a camera in my room."
"There is *no* camera in this room. From now on, you have your privacy." He smirked. "Actually, we have *our* privacy...." Jack took Jonas' face between his palms and kissed him. He backed Jonas up against the wall, hands moving over Jonas' body, tongue deep, hearing the moaning. "Bed?"
"Yes."
"How about we get undressed first? I want to see every inch of you." Jack pulled off his own shirt, tossing it aside, kicking off his shoes. He undid his pants and pulled them off, tilting his head at Jonas.
Jonas was staring at Jack, or more precisely, Jack's groin and the impressive dick that was popping over the waistband of Jack's boxers. His eyes grew wide as saucers as the boxers came off. "Oh my."
Jack stood before him, untucking Jonas' shirt, pulling it over his head. Taking Jonas into his arms, Jack held him close, leaning down to kiss his neck. He pushed Jonas back until Jonas was sitting on the bed, kneeling down to pull off his shoes and socks. Bringing his hands up, he undid Jonas' pants, pushing Jonas flat. "I'm going to take good care of you." He climbed up between Jonas' legs, pulled off his underwear, braced his hands on Jonas' thighs, held him still and swallowed Jonas' dick to the root.
Jonas opened his mouth to moan but no sound was forthcoming. All he could do was look down and watch his dick disappear into Jack's mouth.
Jack worked Jonas like a pro, head bobbing up and down, licking, nipping, sucking deep. His tongue circled the tip, dipping into the tiny slit.
"OHHH GOD!" Jonas lost it, letting himself go, feeling the orgasm building.
Jack chose that moment to release Jonas' legs and the younger man went wild, shoving his dick as deep as he could and Jack just about reveled in it. He licked the length, tasting a spurt of come, which encouraged him to suck harder. When he'd sucked Jonas dry, he raised his head, smiling. "Ready for me to make love to you?"
"Huh?" Jonas looked dazed.
"I want to be inside you Jonas."
"You want to have intercourse with me?"
"Yes."
"How about you let me perform oral sex on you?" Jonas asked with a smile.
"You can always tell a man with too much education," Jack laughed. "He says 'perform oral sex' instead of 'blow job' and 'have intercourse' instead of plain old 'fucking'."
"Okay, can I give you a *blow job*?"
"Only if you want to Jonas. I don't want you to because you feel obligated."
"I want to try," Jonas said softly.
"Let's see what happens, shall we?" Jack rolled onto his back, pulling Jonas atop him. "Kiss your way down Jonas."
Jonas gave Jack a soft kiss on the lips before moving down to his neck. He kissed his way across Jack's shoulder, down his arm, across to a nipple. Jonas attacked it, nipping at it, feeling the hand pushing his head across to the other. This one he laved softly, smiling at the moan he heard. "You like that?" When he got another moan, Jonas kissed lower, finally reaching the stiff shaft standing proud. He licked the tip, swirling his tongue around, tasting the saltiness; his own dick jumped to attention.
Jack felt the lips brushing the tip, wanting so badly to thrust his dick deep, but forcing himself to take it easy. Lips over the head, tongue tasting, learning. "Doing fine...just fine."
Jonas began to swallow, slowly taking Jack's dick in, finally swallowing all of it and choking a bit.
Jack pulled him up. "Relax your throat, take it a little at a time. No rush."
Jonas nodded to him, and tried again. It took three more tries before he was able to take it all down.
"Play with my ass while you suck me."
Jonas obeyed, kneading the cheeks, hearing Jack moaning his name over and over.
Jack felt his own orgasm building, but wasn't ready to come yet. He wanted to come inside Jonas. But Jonas was going to have to ask for it first. He pulled Jonas' head up, but Jonas swallowed again quickly, almost feeding off of him. He slid a finger inside, and Jack lost it, spilling his seed down Jonas' throat. Jonas went with the flow, swallowing all, sucking until the last drops were gone. "Was it good?"
"Very." Jack pulled him up for a kiss, the two men holding each other, hands roaming, caressing, learning each other's hot spots. Jack nibbled on Jonas' ear, hearing a sigh. "I found a sensitive spot, huh." He blew gently, Jonas gripping him harder.
"Now Jack...want you now."
"Almost fifty. Gonna be a little while before I can go again."
"Can I help?" Jonas ground his dick against Jack's. "Does this work?"
"Oh yeah...." Jack closed his eyes, pushing his body up. "Keep doing that...Jonas!"
Jonas bit Jack on the shoulder and the older man arched, growing hard so quick he felt real pain.
"Fuck me now?" Jonas asked, an innocent grin on his face.
Jack pushed Jonas to his side, reaching into the nightstand, pulling out a tube of lubricant he had placed there earlier. "I wanted to be prepared...just in case. Back or side?"
Jonas rolled onto his back.
Jack took the cap off the tube. "Spread 'em."
"Yes sir Colonel!"
Jack slid his hands up Jonas' legs, crawling between them. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, teasing Jonas' ass, watching him squirm. "Hold still, would ya?"
"I can't," Jonas panted. "Please Jack."
"Geez, you young people have no patience." He slid one finger inside.
Jonas opened his mouth to retort but moaned as a second finger entered him.
"Good things come to those who wait," Jack murmured, wiggling his fingers. "Any pain?"
"No."
Jack slowly eased his fingers out, took the lube, slicking himself, holding Jonas open. He waited for a nod, slowly pushing inside, eyes closing, head lolling back, feeling the heat consume him.
Jonas was all out of patience, wrapped his legs around Jack's waist and pulled him all the way in.
"Jonas!!"
"I'm okay."
Jack slid out and back in, keeping it slow. He gradually lifted Jonas' legs over his shoulders, taking hold of his ass, spreading him wider. The gentle movements became rough as Jack took control, taking his pleasure, watching every nuance of Jonas' face. All he saw were bright eyes that met his, trust, desire...love. "You love me." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," Jonas managed to get out between heated breaths, "for a long time."
Jack's thrusts grew faster, grunting and growling like an animal, pulling them both into an abyss of lust. "I...ahhh...do...OH GOD...too!" Jack braced one hand on the bed, the other grabbing Jonas by the hair, pulling Jonas' lips to his as he came. He felt the wetness on his abdomen, knowing Jonas had come without being touched. His movements slowed and he pulled back, easing out, collapsing with a grin on his face.
Jonas turned to him, opening his mouth, then closing it.
"What is it?" Jack asked.
"It was never like that before. I felt...I can't describe it."
"Have you ever been in love before?" Jonas shook his head. "That's why. Love makes all the difference." Jack managed to drag himself off the bed and got a washcloth, cleaning them both off and tossing it into the bathroom. "You hungry?"
"No," Jonas replied. "Just tired."
"Me too. It's been a big day for both of us." Jack opened his arms and Jonas crawled in, the arms closing around him.
Jack kissed him softly. "Sweet dreams Jonas."
"You too Jack."
Jack felt Jonas' body grow heavy, heard his breathing deepen and held him closer. He looked around, feeling the presence, speaking softly. "You can go now, do what you need to do. I'm going to take care of him and keep him safe."
In the darkness, unseen, Daniel Jackson nodded, knowing he could finally leave. Jack was no longer alone and Jonas would be loved.
All was right in their world...for a little while at least.
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Epilogue:
Major Randolph Sanger woke up with a headache and immediately took in his surroundings. The last he knew, he was in a cell at the SGC. Now it looked like he was in a scene out of 'Dante's Inferno'.
"Hello Major Sanger," came a hard-edged voice behind him.
Sanger whirled around. "Doctor Jackson?"
"Used to be," Daniel told him. "I ascended, remember?"
The major chuckled, although a bit nervously. "Does that mean I became one of those beings of light myself?"
"You? You're not worthy to become a slug."
"Then where am I?"
"You hurt Jonas Quinn for absolutely no reason. You've hurt so many, caused so much pain and yet no one has ever been able to touch you, give you what you deserved...until now."
Sanger gritted his teeth. "Where the *fuck* am I?"
"Hadante." Daniel glanced around at the other prisoners, then back to Sanger. He grinned maliciously, slowly fading away, his voice an echo. "Welcome to hell."
FIN
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