[SG1] Lesser of Three Evils
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dontwantmebackTitle: Lesser of Three Evils
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: ...Clone!Fic?
Length: 737 words
Shelves completely surrounded Jon O’Neill, stacked with books and a trolley beside him piled high with others that needed to be put away. A few feet away, the check out desk was quiet. Much like the rest of the library around him.
***
“Get them to fix this. Or I’m going to become a freakin’ librarian or something!”
The threat had been idle, at first. Jon hadn’t really had any intention on becoming a librarian. Ever, in either of his lifetimes. In fact, it sounded like possibly the most boring job on the plant. Hell, it sounded like possibly the most boring job in two galaxies. But it had made his one contact at the SGC, the one who still relayed to him what was going on in the galaxy even after everyone else had forgotten him, laugh.
Jon scowled and informed the man that he meant it, even if they both knew he didn’t.
Becoming a librarian, however, was not something he intended to do. But it sounded more appealing than sitting back and doing nothing while the Pegasus Galaxy was ravaged by aliens who ate people for fun times, no wonder the Ancients had left, and the Milky Way slowly being taken over by crazy ascended beings who wanted people to worship them. Options: be eaten, be a slave, be a librarian.
Librarian seemed like the lesser of three evils.
It was seriously his last resort, though. Only if the SGC didn’t get their act together and deal with the evil aliens. Jon didn’t want to continue to be associated with them if they didn’t. So far, things didn’t seem to be going to well in that direction. Which kind of sucked a little, since he liked being associated with the SGC, in his little secret way, with his one person who hadn’t forgotten all about him and understood how he didn’t want to just sit back and pretend like he didn’t know about the rest of the galaxy. He wanted to at least know he was being kept safe by the people he still trusted.
Except for the part where he wasn’t, really.
He gave it a few months before he asked after the status on the Wraith. Still not doing well, and again Jon made the threat to become a librarian. It was less empty that time. A few more months and he inquired after the Ori status. Not so great either, and Jon went and applied to ‘librarian school.’ He didn’t know if it would do anything, doubted it would, really, but it put some backing behind his threat and maybe, just maybe on the slimmest possible chance, someone was watching and realized something was up. He could always drop out if things took a turn for the better.
He didn’t hear anything again regarding neither Ori nor Wraith. The world wasn’t taken over and enslaved, and the entire human race hadn’t been eaten, but by that time, Jon was almost finished school and decided he might as well see it through. He’d decide what to do for real afterwards.
***
“Excuse me, I’m looking for something by John Grisham?” A woman’s voice popped up behind him, and Jon turned, plastering a smile on his face and nodding politely.
“Sure. Mysteries, right?” He pointed to the back of the library. “Just around the corner, there. Against the far wall. He’s on the second shelf of the second case, right in the middle. Can I look something up and see if we have it in for you?”
“No, no it’s fine,” the woman said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He waited until she headed off toward her searches before turning to the trolley beside him and picking up the first of the books set for shelving. He’d been a librarian for the last five years and had all but forgotten why he’d become one in the first place. He liked his job, with its quiet and the people coming to him for things they loved. He even didn’t hate the teenagers who came in on Friday afternoons and he routinely had to kick out for being too noisy. He still didn’t know what was going on in the galaxy, or in Pegasus, but he’d learned not to care so much. As long as there were no Wraith eating him and no Ori enslaving him, being a librarian really was the least of the evils.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: ...Clone!Fic?
Length: 737 words
Shelves completely surrounded Jon O’Neill, stacked with books and a trolley beside him piled high with others that needed to be put away. A few feet away, the check out desk was quiet. Much like the rest of the library around him.
***
“Get them to fix this. Or I’m going to become a freakin’ librarian or something!”
The threat had been idle, at first. Jon hadn’t really had any intention on becoming a librarian. Ever, in either of his lifetimes. In fact, it sounded like possibly the most boring job on the plant. Hell, it sounded like possibly the most boring job in two galaxies. But it had made his one contact at the SGC, the one who still relayed to him what was going on in the galaxy even after everyone else had forgotten him, laugh.
Jon scowled and informed the man that he meant it, even if they both knew he didn’t.
Becoming a librarian, however, was not something he intended to do. But it sounded more appealing than sitting back and doing nothing while the Pegasus Galaxy was ravaged by aliens who ate people for fun times, no wonder the Ancients had left, and the Milky Way slowly being taken over by crazy ascended beings who wanted people to worship them. Options: be eaten, be a slave, be a librarian.
Librarian seemed like the lesser of three evils.
It was seriously his last resort, though. Only if the SGC didn’t get their act together and deal with the evil aliens. Jon didn’t want to continue to be associated with them if they didn’t. So far, things didn’t seem to be going to well in that direction. Which kind of sucked a little, since he liked being associated with the SGC, in his little secret way, with his one person who hadn’t forgotten all about him and understood how he didn’t want to just sit back and pretend like he didn’t know about the rest of the galaxy. He wanted to at least know he was being kept safe by the people he still trusted.
Except for the part where he wasn’t, really.
He gave it a few months before he asked after the status on the Wraith. Still not doing well, and again Jon made the threat to become a librarian. It was less empty that time. A few more months and he inquired after the Ori status. Not so great either, and Jon went and applied to ‘librarian school.’ He didn’t know if it would do anything, doubted it would, really, but it put some backing behind his threat and maybe, just maybe on the slimmest possible chance, someone was watching and realized something was up. He could always drop out if things took a turn for the better.
He didn’t hear anything again regarding neither Ori nor Wraith. The world wasn’t taken over and enslaved, and the entire human race hadn’t been eaten, but by that time, Jon was almost finished school and decided he might as well see it through. He’d decide what to do for real afterwards.
***
“Excuse me, I’m looking for something by John Grisham?” A woman’s voice popped up behind him, and Jon turned, plastering a smile on his face and nodding politely.
“Sure. Mysteries, right?” He pointed to the back of the library. “Just around the corner, there. Against the far wall. He’s on the second shelf of the second case, right in the middle. Can I look something up and see if we have it in for you?”
“No, no it’s fine,” the woman said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He waited until she headed off toward her searches before turning to the trolley beside him and picking up the first of the books set for shelving. He’d been a librarian for the last five years and had all but forgotten why he’d become one in the first place. He liked his job, with its quiet and the people coming to him for things they loved. He even didn’t hate the teenagers who came in on Friday afternoons and he routinely had to kick out for being too noisy. He still didn’t know what was going on in the galaxy, or in Pegasus, but he’d learned not to care so much. As long as there were no Wraith eating him and no Ori enslaving him, being a librarian really was the least of the evils.