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Moebius Squared Preview

Playing the preview game for Secrets, hedwiggins asked me for a piece with Jack, and I couldn't give her a very good one, so I'll make it up with Jack's first section from Moebius Squared.

Moebius Squared is my SG-1 novel with Melissa Scott, due out in January. (The next SG-1 novel to be published is The Drift by Diana Dru Botsford, sequel to Four Dragons, and Heart's Desire just came out.)

Moebius Squared takes place during season five of Stargate Atlantis, after Sam Carter has returned to Earth and after Continuum but before the Wraith attack Earth, in what would be season 12 of SG-1. This is actually very shortly after Continuum. In this timeline, an SG team has just found Baal's secret installation for time travel. But meanwhile, back on Earth, Jack O'Neill has a decision to make....




"It's a short list," Lt. Colonel Davis said, laying the one page report on Jack's desk. "Here are General Pellegrino's recommendations. They're all excellent officers."

"They should be," Jack said. His hand twitched, but he didn't pick up the paper yet. "Command of the George Hammond is a big responsibility."

"Yes, sir." Davis hovered, waiting.

"That will be all," Jack said.

"Yes, sir." Davis turned to leave.

"Do I have to make a recommendation?"

Davis turned back. "No, sir. But a lack of your endorsement will be seen as a black mark."

"Understood."

Davis nodded shortly. There was nothing he knew that he shouldn't. Davis never knew anything he shouldn't.

The door closed behind him, and Jack took a long breath and strolled over to his windows. Homeworld Security had offices with Homeland Security on Massachusetts Avenue, rather than in the Pentagon, and he had to say that at least the view was better, looking up the street toward the white marble grandeur of Union Station and Columbus Circle, a beautiful autumn day in DC, with the sky an impenetrable shade of blue, looking as though the ceiling were almost solid. His reflection in the glass didn’t mar the view.

Jack O'Neill was a good man. Lots of people said so. A good officer. A good friend. Once they'd said he was a good husband and a good father, though they'd been wrong about that. But overall, he was a good guy.

He'd never had any pretensions to greatness. In the course of thirty five years in the Air Force he'd seen greatness, the ones who had whatever it was, that rare combination of talent and luck and character that propelled some people to soar above their peers. Vision. Leadership. Longing. Maybe it was that they desired something so much that the world bent around them. Or maybe they were just that good. He wasn't one of them. He was a good man. And he did a good job. But he knew it when he saw it. He heard the sound of wings, even if it was a music he couldn't make. And he'd never stand in the way.

He walked back to his desk and picked up the piece of paper. Command of the George Hammond, Earth's newest starship, bound on journeys that were literally unbelievable, distant and deadly, to places and things that would change one forever.

He wasn't surprised at the first name.

Colonel Samantha Carter.

Comments

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lc59
Jul. 29th, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC)
Nice! Looking forward to this one...I miss the team.
jo_graham
Jul. 29th, 2012 07:55 pm (UTC)
And the team. And the team! That's the thing about having two of everyone!
tielan
Jul. 30th, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
I love this. Jack making a call that's got to be personally difficult, but unwilling to stand in her way.
jo_graham
Jul. 30th, 2012 11:52 am (UTC)
Yeah. But saying nothing in support of someone he worked with for years will be seen as a black mark. And so...
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