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katie_m, Stargate SG-1, [now (01/07) with some minor edits to make #4 easier to follow]
Five times Jack O'Neill paid someone off
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1003:
Carter, twenty bucks. Alien spiders were involved. Don't ask.
1009:
"So it's extortion."
"No..."
"Bribery?"
"It's how they measure self-worth."
"Daniel, the man wants me to pay him for not beating me up. That's extortion."
The man in question was a grinning behemoth of Samoan descent, with multiple piercings and tattoos.
Daniel squinted in the glare. "It's like a tip. Expected, polite, and based on how much you value their service."
Jack offered the man his sunglasses, which were accepted with a few unintelligible words.
"Have a nice day," Daniel translated.
10010:
It was one of those places that upends three string beans on a plate and then makes swirly designs with whatever French-sounding word they have for cheese sauce. Jack spent an hour not fiddling with his dress uniform, while Senator Robeson meticulously deconstructed both his bean pyramid and his reason for being there.
"I've got the Finance chair's ear, long as it's worth my while, you understand."
Jack checked his watch. Murray's Steak Shop would still be running their noontime special, if he hurried.
"Yeah, fine. Deal." He stood abruptly, subjecting the table to a withering smile. "Thanks for lunch."
1007:
"Nice deck, huh?"
"Indeed."
Lawn chairs creaked as they settled under the stars.
"Paid an extra hundred for the permit. Inspector said there's some endangered wamp rat habitat nearby."
"That is a creature from Star Wars, O'Neill."
"Oh, he lied." Jack opened a beer. "But it's a nice deck."
10014:
Oh-three hundred hours, they were on the move, and Lawrence was jumpy. Cromwell had picked their rendezvous location in Al-Sa'dun three blocks off Nawas Street-- wandering adobe walls rising up from the ground like they were grown there, roof caved in, rubble shoved into the corners. They didn't expect to find anyone there. Lawrence nearly shot the kid out of reflex when they ran into him around a corner.
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed.
The boy let out a wail before Jack could immobilize him and clamp a hand over his mouth. He was small, barely struggling, maybe seven years old.
"Fuck," Cromwell summarized the situation. "You gonna knock him out?"
Jack slowly let go. The kid started crying.
"Shut him up!" Lawrence whispered, as Jack tried to calm the boy.
"Shh, it's okay-- Tayyib, tayyib." He drew out a Snickers bar from his vest pocket. "You want some candy? Shokolat?"
The boy's eyes livened and he reached for the bar. Jack stopped him with a hand on his wrist, then put a finger to his lips. "Shokolat? Then shhh, n'am?"
The boy nodded, grabbed his prize and ran.
"Move out," Cromwell ordered, and they were gone.
katie_m, Stargate SG-1, [now (01/07) with some minor edits to make #4 easier to follow]Five times Jack O'Neill paid someone off
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1003:
Carter, twenty bucks. Alien spiders were involved. Don't ask.
1009:
"So it's extortion."
"No..."
"Bribery?"
"It's how they measure self-worth."
"Daniel, the man wants me to pay him for not beating me up. That's extortion."
The man in question was a grinning behemoth of Samoan descent, with multiple piercings and tattoos.
Daniel squinted in the glare. "It's like a tip. Expected, polite, and based on how much you value their service."
Jack offered the man his sunglasses, which were accepted with a few unintelligible words.
"Have a nice day," Daniel translated.
10010:
It was one of those places that upends three string beans on a plate and then makes swirly designs with whatever French-sounding word they have for cheese sauce. Jack spent an hour not fiddling with his dress uniform, while Senator Robeson meticulously deconstructed both his bean pyramid and his reason for being there.
"I've got the Finance chair's ear, long as it's worth my while, you understand."
Jack checked his watch. Murray's Steak Shop would still be running their noontime special, if he hurried.
"Yeah, fine. Deal." He stood abruptly, subjecting the table to a withering smile. "Thanks for lunch."
1007:
"Nice deck, huh?"
"Indeed."
Lawn chairs creaked as they settled under the stars.
"Paid an extra hundred for the permit. Inspector said there's some endangered wamp rat habitat nearby."
"That is a creature from Star Wars, O'Neill."
"Oh, he lied." Jack opened a beer. "But it's a nice deck."
10014:
Oh-three hundred hours, they were on the move, and Lawrence was jumpy. Cromwell had picked their rendezvous location in Al-Sa'dun three blocks off Nawas Street-- wandering adobe walls rising up from the ground like they were grown there, roof caved in, rubble shoved into the corners. They didn't expect to find anyone there. Lawrence nearly shot the kid out of reflex when they ran into him around a corner.
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed.
The boy let out a wail before Jack could immobilize him and clamp a hand over his mouth. He was small, barely struggling, maybe seven years old.
"Fuck," Cromwell summarized the situation. "You gonna knock him out?"
Jack slowly let go. The kid started crying.
"Shut him up!" Lawrence whispered, as Jack tried to calm the boy.
"Shh, it's okay-- Tayyib, tayyib." He drew out a Snickers bar from his vest pocket. "You want some candy? Shokolat?"
The boy's eyes livened and he reached for the bar. Jack stopped him with a hand on his wrist, then put a finger to his lips. "Shokolat? Then shhh, n'am?"
The boy nodded, grabbed his prize and ran.
"Move out," Cromwell ordered, and they were gone.