By Jemima Pereira (
Fic series: Stargate by Drabbles
© January 2004
Rating: PG
Season: season 4
Series: Stargate SG-1

A drabble coda to "2010," featuring O'Neill on the stairs.

No dough, no foul.

Thanks to Veronica for making it possible. The title is a line from the poem "Thursday" by Edna St. Vincent Millay, in A Few Figs from Thistles, 1922 (

You told Davis you'd have the zats back to the museum by Thursday.

You lied. You used to be an honest man, before P4C-970. You cared what became of the human race.

You don't care now as you stagger up the stairs. No Carter on your six - she already left with that asshole who sold out your species for a mess of pottage. You tried to change the past for her - in the end you could never say no to her - but the zappy things have taken you down.

For you at least, there will be no Thursday.