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A/N: Okay this story is a WIP and will always have short chapters i think. Right now there are about 12 but im going to post them over time.

A Little Piece of Me

Jack O'Neill stood at the bar, shots in hand, brooding. It was the day from Hell and he was there to forget. He wasn't sure if he could have answered anyone if they had asked him what was wrong. Now, if they had asked him what had gone right, that was easy. He'd put his shoes on the right feet that morning.

Their mission had seemed so easy at first. The planet was uninhabited and there wasn't much in the way for Daniel to hurt himself. Still they had been sent along with SG-9 for simple surveys.

Jack slammed a shot, remembering Lt. Stickford. The man was bright, a military mind after Jack's own heart, but that hadn't stopped the snake. Damn poisonous thing. He slammed another shot, this time for their newest recruit, what's-his-name, who shot himself in the foot climbing down the hill. What an idiot.

The last shot was for Sam. His wonderful, newly promoted, Major Carter. That beautiful 2IC of his was lying in he damn infirmary. Wrenched her knee trying to get to that dumb recruit so she could help him. Tore the ligaments nicely. Teal'c had carried her by himself, knowing he could and still operate his weapon. The rest were tied up trying to carry the other two men to the Stargate. Jack was left free to try and defend their positions.

Three people injured on one stupid mission. One of them lost for good. He had the responsibility to tell Mrs. Stickford what had happened to her husband without actually divulging any confidential information. He hated that job and normally would have left it to the office, but losing a man to something as stupid as a snakebite he felt deserved a more personal touch.