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War Games Part 7
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Jack groaned, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyelids. Felt like the worst fucking hangover he'd ever had, yet he had no memory of drinking anything.
"Colonel?" Ferretti's voice made it through the haze.
"Sir?" Carter.
Jack slowly opened his eyes to survey the troops and their surroundings. Slowly everything came into focus. They were all there... SG units 1 and 2 and Thompson's team.
Jack slowly sat as he tried to remember. They had split the two SG teams and set up their positions, waiting for their prey. And that was the last he could remember. Everything was suddenly black and then he was in some sort of large, white cell with a headache like never before.
"Carter, report," Jack said in a low voice, slowly turning his head to do a headcount, noticing that there were no apparent openings of any kind in the room. No doors, no windows...
Something was nagging in the back of his head. Ferretti and team, Thompson and his men, all looking a little worse for wear. Carter, Teal'c...
Before Carter could even open her mouth to begin, Jack got up from the floor, frantically doing another search of the cell... Fuck, please, oh God, no please...
Trying to get his breathing under control, Jack stood completely still at the center of the cell. Both his own team and Ferretti knew him well enough to stand back and leave him be for a moment. "Daniel," Jack whispered. "Where the *hell* is Daniel?" Jack stalked over to a wall, leaning heavily against it.
As if that was the cue their captors had been waiting for, a strange light seemed to warp into existence at the center of the cell and suddenly Daniel stood there, ramrod straight, staring into space.
A split second later he collapsed into Jack's arms without a sound, eyes closing. Carter, Teal'c and Ferretti joined Jack, levering Daniel onto the floor, Jack stripping his jacket to put it under his friend's head.
Jack tried to ignore the feeling of dread inside. Why was it always Daniel who got hurt when they ran into trouble? There didn't seem to be anything wrong with Daniel, well, if one could ignore that the man was out cold.
At one point Jack noticed that both SG teams were positioned around the room so that they formed a protective circle around the linguist. Well, then there was Thompson and his men. They all stayed in one corner, keeping to themselves, only occasionally having low conversations.
No one seemed to know what had happened. They'd woken up one by one in the cell. It was frustrating to no end -- and Jack wished Daniel would wake up and answer some questions... and put Jack's mind at ease bye telling him he was okay.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Daniel stirred, moaned and curled up as if he was in pain. Jack, who had been sitting with Daniel's head in his lap most of the time, not giving a damned what the rest of them thought about it, drew the other man into a tight embrace.
"It's okay, Daniel, you're with us," Jack whispered into his ear.
Moving around a little, Daniel settled against Jack, arms coming up to slip around Jack's waist. "What... What happened, Jack?" He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.
"We don't know Daniel. I guess... we were kinda hoping that you'd be able to help." Jack tried to keep his touching to a minimum; problem was he was so damned glad to see Daniel again, that he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. At the moment, regretfully, he had to admit he didn't really give a damned.
It didn't seem as if Daniel had any intentions of letting go. Not that Jack could blame him, it seemed like Daniel had once again been abducted by aliens. This... well, safe to say it wasn't exactly the first time it had happened especially not as Daniel had a knack of getting himself into trouble. For Jack was sure that most of his gray hairs were Daniel fault.
Thompson kept eyeing them strangely. Jack didn't in anyway like the way the man was whispering with his soldiers. If Thompson hadn't changed in the years since Jack had last met him, then he was sure that nothing good could come from that part of the cell. That and he knew perfectly well he shouldn't be hugging Daniel the way he was. Only problem was Jack couldn't help himself.
"Daniel? Are you absolutely sure that you can't remember anything?" Jack managed to get Daniel to sit up straight propped up against Jack's knee.
Daniel frowned, "I don't know, Jack... The last thing I remember was laying in wait for Thompson's men, that's all, that's what I remember." Closing his eyes for moment, Daniel drew a deep breath and Jack knew perfectly well that there was no reason to push Daniel; the man was telling the truth. He said he didn't remember he didn't remember.
Jack rested his hand reassuringly on Daniel's shoulder before looking up at the concerned faces around them. "Any suggestions, people?"
He was met by blank stares. Really, as team leader of SG-1, Jack should know better. Through the years, he and his team, being the first contact team and the flagship of the SGC, had faced dangers and situations probably far worse than the one they were currently in. Not that Jack could think of any, he was too busy worrying about Daniel's health.
Daniel on the other hand, seemed to have regained enough of his composition to get back on his feet and explore the large white cell they were in. It didn't really surprised Jack that Daniel would be on his feet as fast as he was; he really should have learned around now, that nothing would keep Daniel from studying. No aliens, no military, no hazardous conditions and sure as hell no Jack.
Carter went to sit with some of the guys from SG-2. The rest of them -- including Thompson's team, huddled together by the far wall. Jack got off the cold floor and follow Daniel, as he went to study the cell they were in.
"Daniel? What exactly are you hoping to find?" Jack was sure the others had searched the cell before he had woken.
Daniel shook his head. "Jack, I... I'm not entirely sure because seriously, I don't remember where I've just been. All I do remember are glimpses, feelings." Daniel leaned back against the wall, giving Jack a tired look. "I think someone or something was questioning me trying to figure out who or what we are, then again I could be wrong... They could have shoved a probe of my ass."
"Oh fer... *cryin'* out loud, Daniel," Jack snorted. "Have you been watching South Park again?"
"They were showing reruns last week," Daniel grinned, trying to lighten the situation a little.
"Seriously, Daniel... What do you make of this situation?" Jack joined Daniel, back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know Jack, I seriously don't know."
"Sir?" Carter turned from where she was standing talking to Ferretti and Teal'c.
"Go head Carter," Jack pushed away from the wall making his way to his 2IC. Jack was fairly sure that he could turn his back on Daniel for the moment. What kind of trouble could the man possibly get himself into in a bare cell? As things turned out, quite a lot of trouble.
Jack was halfway across the room as the air suddenly seemed charged. A feeling of dread clenched Jack's guts, making him turn around slowly. Something was shivering between Daniel and him, some kind of barrier... Oh fuck, Jack thought as he watched Daniel's eyes widen. Here we go again.
TBC
Wordcount in all: 12,347
previous parts
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Jack groaned, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyelids. Felt like the worst fucking hangover he'd ever had, yet he had no memory of drinking anything.
"Colonel?" Ferretti's voice made it through the haze.
"Sir?" Carter.
Jack slowly opened his eyes to survey the troops and their surroundings. Slowly everything came into focus. They were all there... SG units 1 and 2 and Thompson's team.
Jack slowly sat as he tried to remember. They had split the two SG teams and set up their positions, waiting for their prey. And that was the last he could remember. Everything was suddenly black and then he was in some sort of large, white cell with a headache like never before.
"Carter, report," Jack said in a low voice, slowly turning his head to do a headcount, noticing that there were no apparent openings of any kind in the room. No doors, no windows...
Something was nagging in the back of his head. Ferretti and team, Thompson and his men, all looking a little worse for wear. Carter, Teal'c...
Before Carter could even open her mouth to begin, Jack got up from the floor, frantically doing another search of the cell... Fuck, please, oh God, no please...
Trying to get his breathing under control, Jack stood completely still at the center of the cell. Both his own team and Ferretti knew him well enough to stand back and leave him be for a moment. "Daniel," Jack whispered. "Where the *hell* is Daniel?" Jack stalked over to a wall, leaning heavily against it.
As if that was the cue their captors had been waiting for, a strange light seemed to warp into existence at the center of the cell and suddenly Daniel stood there, ramrod straight, staring into space.
A split second later he collapsed into Jack's arms without a sound, eyes closing. Carter, Teal'c and Ferretti joined Jack, levering Daniel onto the floor, Jack stripping his jacket to put it under his friend's head.
Jack tried to ignore the feeling of dread inside. Why was it always Daniel who got hurt when they ran into trouble? There didn't seem to be anything wrong with Daniel, well, if one could ignore that the man was out cold.
At one point Jack noticed that both SG teams were positioned around the room so that they formed a protective circle around the linguist. Well, then there was Thompson and his men. They all stayed in one corner, keeping to themselves, only occasionally having low conversations.
No one seemed to know what had happened. They'd woken up one by one in the cell. It was frustrating to no end -- and Jack wished Daniel would wake up and answer some questions... and put Jack's mind at ease bye telling him he was okay.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Daniel stirred, moaned and curled up as if he was in pain. Jack, who had been sitting with Daniel's head in his lap most of the time, not giving a damned what the rest of them thought about it, drew the other man into a tight embrace.
"It's okay, Daniel, you're with us," Jack whispered into his ear.
Moving around a little, Daniel settled against Jack, arms coming up to slip around Jack's waist. "What... What happened, Jack?" He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.
"We don't know Daniel. I guess... we were kinda hoping that you'd be able to help." Jack tried to keep his touching to a minimum; problem was he was so damned glad to see Daniel again, that he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. At the moment, regretfully, he had to admit he didn't really give a damned.
It didn't seem as if Daniel had any intentions of letting go. Not that Jack could blame him, it seemed like Daniel had once again been abducted by aliens. This... well, safe to say it wasn't exactly the first time it had happened especially not as Daniel had a knack of getting himself into trouble. For Jack was sure that most of his gray hairs were Daniel fault.
Thompson kept eyeing them strangely. Jack didn't in anyway like the way the man was whispering with his soldiers. If Thompson hadn't changed in the years since Jack had last met him, then he was sure that nothing good could come from that part of the cell. That and he knew perfectly well he shouldn't be hugging Daniel the way he was. Only problem was Jack couldn't help himself.
"Daniel? Are you absolutely sure that you can't remember anything?" Jack managed to get Daniel to sit up straight propped up against Jack's knee.
Daniel frowned, "I don't know, Jack... The last thing I remember was laying in wait for Thompson's men, that's all, that's what I remember." Closing his eyes for moment, Daniel drew a deep breath and Jack knew perfectly well that there was no reason to push Daniel; the man was telling the truth. He said he didn't remember he didn't remember.
Jack rested his hand reassuringly on Daniel's shoulder before looking up at the concerned faces around them. "Any suggestions, people?"
He was met by blank stares. Really, as team leader of SG-1, Jack should know better. Through the years, he and his team, being the first contact team and the flagship of the SGC, had faced dangers and situations probably far worse than the one they were currently in. Not that Jack could think of any, he was too busy worrying about Daniel's health.
Daniel on the other hand, seemed to have regained enough of his composition to get back on his feet and explore the large white cell they were in. It didn't really surprised Jack that Daniel would be on his feet as fast as he was; he really should have learned around now, that nothing would keep Daniel from studying. No aliens, no military, no hazardous conditions and sure as hell no Jack.
Carter went to sit with some of the guys from SG-2. The rest of them -- including Thompson's team, huddled together by the far wall. Jack got off the cold floor and follow Daniel, as he went to study the cell they were in.
"Daniel? What exactly are you hoping to find?" Jack was sure the others had searched the cell before he had woken.
Daniel shook his head. "Jack, I... I'm not entirely sure because seriously, I don't remember where I've just been. All I do remember are glimpses, feelings." Daniel leaned back against the wall, giving Jack a tired look. "I think someone or something was questioning me trying to figure out who or what we are, then again I could be wrong... They could have shoved a probe of my ass."
"Oh fer... *cryin'* out loud, Daniel," Jack snorted. "Have you been watching South Park again?"
"They were showing reruns last week," Daniel grinned, trying to lighten the situation a little.
"Seriously, Daniel... What do you make of this situation?" Jack joined Daniel, back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know Jack, I seriously don't know."
"Sir?" Carter turned from where she was standing talking to Ferretti and Teal'c.
"Go head Carter," Jack pushed away from the wall making his way to his 2IC. Jack was fairly sure that he could turn his back on Daniel for the moment. What kind of trouble could the man possibly get himself into in a bare cell? As things turned out, quite a lot of trouble.
Jack was halfway across the room as the air suddenly seemed charged. A feeling of dread clenched Jack's guts, making him turn around slowly. Something was shivering between Daniel and him, some kind of barrier... Oh fuck, Jack thought as he watched Daniel's eyes widen. Here we go again.
TBC
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I'm stuck! Help... someone pop me upside my head, my needle is stuck in a groove
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::pops BB upside her head::
snap out of it... *g*
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Huh?
::stares at icon, wipes drool from chin::
Yeah....
It is was my favourite.
It WAS...
The one tacked to the right of my screen IS.
*Blink-Blink Sigh*
Our boys in towels, Daniel holding a strait razor and shaving brush....
Yup Xim, you are the "Tiger-Beat" to this 32 year old teenager. *GRIN*
*Giggles* Hope Daddy never finds out why I was soooo tickled to receive his care package of ink cartriges. Somehow...I don't think he would approve.
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ogleappreciate a couple of nice looking guys...oh, and in case you want it?
the icon farthes to the right... (http://www.anzwers.org/free/ximeria/banners.htm#lj-icons)
What your dad doesn't know... won't hurt him? What do you think MY dad would say if he knew?
Yeah....
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^_^
you're welcome
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And I thought I was hooked before. More?
Please?
Soon?
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Just posted...