Title:          “Soccer Night in Canada         


Author:          Peg  


Email:           kempp@telus.net


Status:         complete – part of series                    


Category:     future romance – mild hurt/comfort (Jack helps Cassie)                     


Pairings:       Jack and Janet Friendship


Spoilers:        minor for Singularity                      


Season:         1


Sequel/Series Info:    “Strength and Courage”


CONTENT LEVEL: C            


Content Warnings:     none    


Summary:           Jack tries to help Cassie feel not so alone on earth              


Disclaimer:    Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of

Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions  This story has been written for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended.  All original characters are my own - yada yada yada - In other words - I don't own these guys. I never will....I just like to play with them now and then.


Feedback:     Yes Please.  Constructive Criticism to improve my craft is appreciated.  Flames are not.                


File Size:       38 kb                 


Archive:             Jackfic.  Others Please ask




Dr. Janet Fraiser drove up to her daughter Cassie's school. It had been a calm day at the SGC, which had allowed her to catch up on her paperwork, run a few drills with new members of her team, and oversee the re-stocking of certain hard-to-get medical supplies. There was only so much electrical burn ointment that could be purchased from one supplier without causing curiosity, which meant that the best lotion for staff weapon injuries had to be spread out over several suppliers.  There were times that she hated paperwork almost as much as Jack O'Neill. 


Janet's eyes opened wide in surprise. ‘Speak of the devil!’ That looked like Colonel O’Neill’s truck parked by the playground.  When she parked by the soccer field, she recognized the man in the field refereeing a game of soccer as the CO of SG1.  Janet rolled open her window so she could hear the game in progress.  She grinned as she saw Cassie make a great save in goal, allowing her team to keep their lead. Then the teacher, Mrs. Taylor, looked at her watch and called to the game to a halt. 


"Colonel Jack," one small boy squealed, "look at me!  I can do that kick you showed me, and get it in the net!"  Jack gave him a thumbs-up sign as the ball rolled down the field in a weak, but straight, line and wobbled through the goalposts.    The teacher smiled and complimented the boy, and then sent the children to get their coats and backpacks.  Jack gave a wave to Cassie as she headed off with her friends, and remained to speak to her teacher.  Janet got out of the car, and approached the two, unnoticed. ‘Sometimes it did pay to wear her white medical shoes;’ she thought, ‘they may be ugly, but they were designed to move silently.’


"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor," the Colonel was saying.  "I can't schedule a time to come in and speak to the kids about the Air Force.  My time is never my own, and I can be called away on pretty short notice.  I can't commit to being in town from one day to the next, but I can put you in touch with some personnel who live a more scheduled existence.  I am sure I can… uh…persuade someone to show up.  Just give me the time you want, and I'll have someone here." 


"That's all right,"  Mrs. Taylor replied.  "I'll go through the proper public relations channels to get someone.  I was just thinking the children might pay a bit more attention if they heard it from someone they know.”  The teacher glanced over at the class to check on things, and then returned her attention to the Colonel.  “By the way - thanks for the help today.  There are so few people willing to spend the time volunteering at this school. It's been great to have you helping out with the sports.  I wish Cassie had moved down from Toronto earlier.  We really needed a soccer coach last year."  She chuckled, and included Janet in the conversation. "Don't you agree, Dr. Fraiser?  And Cassie seems like a natural in goal." 


Jack whirled around in shock.  By the look on his face Janet realized that he had intended to be gone by the time she got here.  Cassie came running up just in time to hear the last sentence.  "We played a very similar game where I come from." She said, smiling broadly. 


"Well soccer is a world-wide sport." The teacher nodded. Although it is called football through much of Europe and rugby has similarities.  What was the game you played called?"


Cassie looked nervous, and Jack came to her rescue.  "I think it was a cross between Rugby and Soccer," he grinned.  "No tackling, but a bit more physical than soccer - maybe Canadian rules soccer would be the best term."  Jack laughed and gave the teacher one of his most charming grins, as Janet quickly stepped in to say.  "We really have to go now, Cassie - Jack, would you like to grab a bite with us.  We're going to the movies tonight.”  They began to move off quickly, before the teacher could ask any more questions.  Janet grasped Cassie's hand.  "That was a close one," she said.


Cassie sighed.  "I never know what to say when people ask questions like that.  Life on my home planet was much the same as here - but there were differences too.  Some of the differences I really miss.  I miss being able to talk about the games I played with other kids.  It makes me feel so different from them.  I don't know any of their games - and I can't play the games I used to love so much."


Jack looked at Janet over Cassie's head.  He hadn't realized just how hard it would be for Cassie to fit in here on earth.   "I know what you mean, Cass," he said.


"Really?" Cassie said sarcastically, stopping and staring him right in the eye. “You’re not from another planet." 


Jack sighed, and explained, "I was born in Minnesota, and I grew up right around the area where my cabin is.  Our family was there until I was about 10, but my Dad needed work, so he moved the family to Chicago. There was no more hiking, fishing, or skiing.  The things that I loved to do didn't exist in Chicago - not to mention the fact that the kid who loved to be alone in the mountains was suddenly surrounded by grey concrete and people. Way too many people.  In a way it felt like I was from another planet.”


Jack’s eyes took on a far off look as he remembered long ago times. He continued, “What was even worse was that the kid who would disappear for hours was suddenly not allowed to go anywhere by himself.  I was always independent.  My parents never worried about me or my brothers.  We knew our way around the woods.  Some days I would take off after breakfast, and come home after dark in Minnesota.  It was great.  But in Chicago my mom was too worried about gangs and kidnappers. And I had to leave my dog behind.  I was told it wasn't fair to take a dog used to living off the leash into the city.  I know that was true - but it was awful for me.  I was in culture shock for a while.  I felt pretty much how you feel now.” 


Jack smiled at Cassie.  “It was weird at first.  The kids in Chicago didn't know what to do with someone who had never played stick-ball, basketball, or hadn’t even been on an elevator before.  They got used to me though - and I guess I got used to them – and eventually Chicago became home for me, although it was never home the way that my cabin was.”  Jack focused on Cassie again, and gave her a warm smile.  “It wasn’t the same as home.  It got better though - and I did have some good times. And you will, too.  You'll learn their games, like I did. You'll make friends.  I still keep in touch with some of the kids from the neighborhood in Chicago we lived in.   And I taught the kids how to play street hockey, and how to shoot a slingshot so straight that we could shoot the hat off our teacher 30 feet away. Maybe some of your games could be introduced as something you used to do in Canada. You don't have to give up everything you loved about home."


Janet smiled in encouragement.  "That’s right, Cassie,” she agreed.  “You were telling me about one game with that whirly-bird toy, where you try to get the bird through hoops that are being tossed.  I'll bet if we made one for you to play at the park, everyone in your class would want one - and we could say your father invented it for you."


"Make a picture of it - try to make a plan, and I'll try to build it" Jack put his hand on Cassie's shoulder.  "I think that with Carter's help in the aerodynamics we can make it work." 


Cassie gave them both a tremulous smile.  "I'd like that." she said.


They were at their cars now.  "You really are invited to eat with us, you know." Janet said.  "Oh yes, please, Jack," Cassie interjected. We're going to have that meat and cheese thing on flat bread.  It's so good!" 


"Meat and cheese on bread?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.  "A sub?" He ventured.


"Pizza." Janet laughed.


"Pizza sounds good." Jack shook his head at the thought of how pizza must seem to someone from another culture.  "I have time for a slice of pizza - but then I promised the General I would finish up some paperwork tonight.  He wants the staff reviews on his desk by tomorrow morning. And I need to go over those new personnel jackets to see who is ready for gate travel."  Jack smiled at them both.  “I gave my word to the kids about the soccer game, and I always try to keep my word."



Janet smiled at Jack.  "Thanks Colonel.  I know Cassie appreciates having someone she knows helping out." 


Cassie nodded.  "It's been great!" she exclaimed. 


Janet's smile broadened when she realized just how important it had been to Cassie. "We'll meet you at Luigi's on fourth," Janet said, as she and Cassie got into her car.  Jack's breath caught as he realized once again just how beautiful Janet was when she smiled.  So often her work was so serious.  She was all business at the base, but seeing her here made him realize just how attractive Janet Fraiser was. She was somebody he could really enjoy getting to know better.


Jack started the truck, and started driving.  "Down, Jack!" he murmured to himself as he drove to Luigi's. "This is just a meal between friends. There is no time in my life for a personal relationship.  This program is too important for that right now. I need to avoid the distraction."  And Jack put those feelings aside, but the little voice in the back of head murmured back "That doesn't mean that you can't be good friends." Jack smiled.  He could live with that.  And ALMOST stopped the additional thought –  ‘and if friendship turns to something more - something amazing - well with a person as good and fine as Janet Fraiser that would be pretty amazing, indeed.’

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