Late Friday night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ carefully untangles herself from the sleeping Doctor and gets up. She couldn't sleep if she tried, and she has, so she walks out of the stacks to see what she can do in the library now that the zombie battle is over. She needs to do something that will help her get a grip.

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[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack is splitting guard duty with the librarian right now so he has some time to himself. His ill-fitting BDU's are covered in blood and gore. His face is relativly clean except for the places where something seeped through the cloth he tied around the lower half of his face.

Jack is sill holding his P90 rather comfortably despite the size, this is what he knows. Priority right now is to keep everyone else safe. As he looks around he notices the most everyone is asleep, except for a person here and their.

Jack spots his Speech teacher leaning against one of the bookshelves and goes over to her.

"First time in a fire-fight?"

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*A flicker of recognition crosses her face. This is one of her students. Her students are warriors. Still trying to process it all...*

Um, I guess so Jack. I've been shot at before, threatened, and stalked...but never been in a fire-fight. No.

*Shell shock would be an excellent description of her demeanor*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack can tell the teacher isn't dealing well, war's probably been a theoretical thing for her. Something that happens to other people in other places.

"Battle's tend to get kinda run-of-the-mill after a while, the first ones though... I remember mine. Cambodia, bloddy as hell. Scary too. Much worse then this."

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Beka told me I'd get used to it too...is it *she bites her lip* is it just part of fighting?

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"Which it? The blood or the fear? Or are you talking about that feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you wanna rid your body of that chikkee in der' baskeet you had for lunch?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*This could possibly be the funniest thing she's heard all day, and she smiles wide and laughs*

Oh, Jack...what is it about you guys named Jack? *Looks over to where Jack and Vala are sleeping* Charming smart-asses, both of you.

Thanks.

*She reaches out and touches him on the arm*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Easy way to tell us apart, I'm him. But cuter, smarter and charminger. Charminger? Probably not a word right?

Yeah well, you know. Soft spot and all that."

Jack smiles at his teacher.

"So. Have fun?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Charminger? Oh Jack...extra homework for you.

*Looks around at the sleeping students, Beka and Callisto*

Well, no. But this is kind of nice.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Homework? You're giving out homework now? Wow. You really are a teacher.

Yeah, it sure could be a lot worse that's for sure."

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"Hey there." Beka smiles. She's still coated in blood. The blaster's stowed, safely, with Dierdre, who has orders only to use it in an emergency. The pistol's handier, and the forcelance ought to be fine against Camulus.

Jack looks better than he did before. Less shaky. More in command. She likes that. And wishes there was somwhere she could wash up.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Jack nods back to Beka as she approaches. He realizes that they must look like a pair of psychopaths, soaking in blood with guns gleaming.

"Thanks for earlier, sometimes a little bit of normal helps the shakes."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

That makes her laugh. "Jack O'Neill, you may be the first person in the universe who has ever called me normal." I could learn to like you a lot.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Well what can I say, I have friends who die and come back from the dead--one who does it at least once a week, and a large portion of the people I know may or may-not be teenaged clones." Same here.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Since Daniel and Janet have referenced these things before, she nods. "Yeah. I guess a gunbunny from the future with a hot temper, a big mouth, and a taste for the dangerous probably does seem pretty normal."

...

"I'm glad I could be normal for you."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"And you're human too, which makes you even more normal than most.

...

I'm glad too." Jack gives her a small smile.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: one thread down, Beka just asked Jack if it was safe for them to go look for a bathroom. She's handed him command of the team. *g*)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Okay, headed there now.]