![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
War Games Part 8
as always, unbetaed for now
wordcount of the day: 1,207
wordcount in all: 13,554
previous parts
---
Jack watched with horror as Daniel was engulfed in a blinding white light. Nonononono, Jack chanted silently, as he banged his fists against the shimmering barrier. "Daniel!" he yelled, subconsciously noting that the others had joined him, trying to find a way through the force field. But of course there was no flaws, no little flicker of hope for them to get through to their team mate.
For what seemed like a lifetime, they watched Daniel standing completely still, eyes wide with surprise, staring into nothingness.
The light seemed to be pulsing, growing stronger for a moment, and Jack was suddenly aware of hearing voices, faintly in the background, though not from the teams...
::Intriguing...::
::Most definitely so::
Suddenly the light disappeared and Daniel was left standing in the fading glow. He blinked once or twice then he eyes met Jack's, holding eye contact with the older man.
"Daniel?" Jack tried to keep his voice steady as he pressed his hands against the barrier. Then Jack blinked, and he knew why the others were suddenly deadly silent.
"Jack?" Daniel scrunched his nose up, frowning, then he looked down his own body. "Oh shit..." he whispered.
Jack expected Daniel to react in a number of ways, but the anger in the blue eyes took him completely by surprise.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Daniel turned his head up a bit, yelling at their unseen captors.
Next to Jack, one of Ferretti's men chuckled, but quickly swallowed his mirth as Jack glared at him.
"Um, Doc, you're..." Ferretti sounded as surprised as Jack.
Daniel pinned them with death like glare. "I'm completely starkers here, thank you very much, and very well aware of it."
Jack noticed that Carter had turned her head away, cheeks red with embarrassment. Jack couldn't blame her, really, he, on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes from Daniel's naked body. Somehow, he was glad he'd spend the weekend worshipping that body, or the sudden sight of it might have taken him more by surprise than he was capable of handling.
::truly an interesting reaction::
Daniel looked up again, trying to determine where the voices were coming from, then shrugged and settled for venting his anger in whatever direction available. "Why don't you come down here and I'll *show* you just how interesting."
However inappropriate Jack found himself smiling, perhaps, with a little pride. Doctor Daniel Jackson, peaceful explorer unless you pissed him off. Then of course he was the least diplomatic man imaginable. Hell, in that state even Jack was more of a diplomat.
Daniel took a deep breath, seemingly trying to get his anger back in control. "We come in peace, we are of no danger to you..."
There was no answer.
Daniel blew out a puff of air in irritation. Jack frowned. There was something wrong on the other side of the barrier, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Look... is there anyway I can have my clothes ba-ack," Daniel shuddered, then stared in surprise at his breath as it came out, visibly, a little cloud of whiteness. "Oh, um, and while you're a-at it, co-could you cr-crank up the heat a li-ittle?"
Jack watched with growing worry as Daniel wrapped his arms around his torso, teeth clacking as it seemed the temperature on his side of the cell was dropping at an alarming rate.
"Daniel?" Jack tried to keep his voice level and in control, barely making it.
"I-i-it's co-old, Jack..." The younger man began moving back and forth, pacing the cell, trying to keep warm but without much luck.
Jack turned to the others, seeing their worry and knew that whatever would happen, they had to get out of the cell, had to get Daniel out before he froze to death in there. His breath was an almost solid white by now, and his lips had a light blue tinge to them.
"In danger of repeating myself," Jack began, "any suggestions?"
They all shrugged. No one seemed to know what to do at present. "Any reason to search the cell again?" Jack knew the answer already. Suddenly the far wall lightened up for a brief moment, and a screen-like device appeared, strange symbols flickering across it.
They all eyed the newly appeared device with wary hesitance. "Carter?" Jack finally said.
Sam nodded and made her way slowly towards the screen. "I don't know, sir..."
"Um, maybe you shouldn't touch, Major..." Ferretti put in.
Thompson finally stood, gesturing to his men to stay put. They'd stayed out of it all the whole time, and to tell the truth, Jack had all but forgotten about them.
"Well, they seem to be interested in your little pretty-boy, so why not try to bargain with him?" Thompson's stand was casual and so full of arrogance that for a moment Jack could only stand and stare at him, too surprised to answer.
"F-fuck you, Airhead," came the acid reply from Daniel, who was standing close to the barrier, interested in what he could see of the screen from his position. He bared his teeth at Thompson, the effect somewhat lost to the sound of them clacking.
"Now, now, Doctor Jackson," Thompson spat out. "That's no way for an educated man to speak."
"O-oh, so now I'm a man, am I?" Daniel's glare could have melted solid steel. Too bad it wasn't working on the barrier. "After briefing you told me I was just a pleasant surprise you thought you could ha-ave your wa-way with, wasn't I?" An almost violent shiver went through Daniel's body. "Tho-thought you ha-had something to-to offer me."
Before Daniel could continue or Thompson could put words to the pissed-off look on his face, Jack's finger closed in a vice-like grip on the man's collar. "What!?"
No one had seen Jack move from his spot to Thompson's, and no one seemed to be interested in moving to hold him back. For which Jack was grateful. At the moment he wasn't sure that even Teal'c could've held him back.
Well, except from Thompson's men, who all three moved to stand. It was, however, cut short as Teal'c put himself between them and the rest of the room, giving them a look that most clearly told them that their 'assistance' was in no way wanted or desired.
"J-jack?" Daniel's voice sounded thoughtful and a little scared.
Jack shook Thompson for a moment, then let go. "Don't for one second think I've finished with you," he threatened the man before turning his attention solely to Daniel. "Yeah?"
"Wh-what do you know o-of test d-done on la-ab rats?"
Before Jack could answer, Carter came over the stand next to him, a puzzled look on her face. "What do you mean, Daniel?"
"I... I was wo-wondering if per-erhaps you solving some ki-kind of riddle, task..." Daniel shivered again, pointing at the screen on their side.
Sam nodded before turning to Jack. "Sir, permission to..." she gestured at the screen.
Jack took a deep breath, exchanging looks with Daniel who nodded. "I'm not sure, Carter," Jack finally said.
"Jack?" Daniel's voice sounded a little strangled and more than a bit worried.
With alarm Jack turned to his friend. What now?
---
wordcount of the day: 1,207
wordcount in all: 13,554
previous parts
---
Jack watched with horror as Daniel was engulfed in a blinding white light. Nonononono, Jack chanted silently, as he banged his fists against the shimmering barrier. "Daniel!" he yelled, subconsciously noting that the others had joined him, trying to find a way through the force field. But of course there was no flaws, no little flicker of hope for them to get through to their team mate.
For what seemed like a lifetime, they watched Daniel standing completely still, eyes wide with surprise, staring into nothingness.
The light seemed to be pulsing, growing stronger for a moment, and Jack was suddenly aware of hearing voices, faintly in the background, though not from the teams...
::Intriguing...::
::Most definitely so::
Suddenly the light disappeared and Daniel was left standing in the fading glow. He blinked once or twice then he eyes met Jack's, holding eye contact with the older man.
"Daniel?" Jack tried to keep his voice steady as he pressed his hands against the barrier. Then Jack blinked, and he knew why the others were suddenly deadly silent.
"Jack?" Daniel scrunched his nose up, frowning, then he looked down his own body. "Oh shit..." he whispered.
Jack expected Daniel to react in a number of ways, but the anger in the blue eyes took him completely by surprise.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Daniel turned his head up a bit, yelling at their unseen captors.
Next to Jack, one of Ferretti's men chuckled, but quickly swallowed his mirth as Jack glared at him.
"Um, Doc, you're..." Ferretti sounded as surprised as Jack.
Daniel pinned them with death like glare. "I'm completely starkers here, thank you very much, and very well aware of it."
Jack noticed that Carter had turned her head away, cheeks red with embarrassment. Jack couldn't blame her, really, he, on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes from Daniel's naked body. Somehow, he was glad he'd spend the weekend worshipping that body, or the sudden sight of it might have taken him more by surprise than he was capable of handling.
::truly an interesting reaction::
Daniel looked up again, trying to determine where the voices were coming from, then shrugged and settled for venting his anger in whatever direction available. "Why don't you come down here and I'll *show* you just how interesting."
However inappropriate Jack found himself smiling, perhaps, with a little pride. Doctor Daniel Jackson, peaceful explorer unless you pissed him off. Then of course he was the least diplomatic man imaginable. Hell, in that state even Jack was more of a diplomat.
Daniel took a deep breath, seemingly trying to get his anger back in control. "We come in peace, we are of no danger to you..."
There was no answer.
Daniel blew out a puff of air in irritation. Jack frowned. There was something wrong on the other side of the barrier, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Look... is there anyway I can have my clothes ba-ack," Daniel shuddered, then stared in surprise at his breath as it came out, visibly, a little cloud of whiteness. "Oh, um, and while you're a-at it, co-could you cr-crank up the heat a li-ittle?"
Jack watched with growing worry as Daniel wrapped his arms around his torso, teeth clacking as it seemed the temperature on his side of the cell was dropping at an alarming rate.
"Daniel?" Jack tried to keep his voice level and in control, barely making it.
"I-i-it's co-old, Jack..." The younger man began moving back and forth, pacing the cell, trying to keep warm but without much luck.
Jack turned to the others, seeing their worry and knew that whatever would happen, they had to get out of the cell, had to get Daniel out before he froze to death in there. His breath was an almost solid white by now, and his lips had a light blue tinge to them.
"In danger of repeating myself," Jack began, "any suggestions?"
They all shrugged. No one seemed to know what to do at present. "Any reason to search the cell again?" Jack knew the answer already. Suddenly the far wall lightened up for a brief moment, and a screen-like device appeared, strange symbols flickering across it.
They all eyed the newly appeared device with wary hesitance. "Carter?" Jack finally said.
Sam nodded and made her way slowly towards the screen. "I don't know, sir..."
"Um, maybe you shouldn't touch, Major..." Ferretti put in.
Thompson finally stood, gesturing to his men to stay put. They'd stayed out of it all the whole time, and to tell the truth, Jack had all but forgotten about them.
"Well, they seem to be interested in your little pretty-boy, so why not try to bargain with him?" Thompson's stand was casual and so full of arrogance that for a moment Jack could only stand and stare at him, too surprised to answer.
"F-fuck you, Airhead," came the acid reply from Daniel, who was standing close to the barrier, interested in what he could see of the screen from his position. He bared his teeth at Thompson, the effect somewhat lost to the sound of them clacking.
"Now, now, Doctor Jackson," Thompson spat out. "That's no way for an educated man to speak."
"O-oh, so now I'm a man, am I?" Daniel's glare could have melted solid steel. Too bad it wasn't working on the barrier. "After briefing you told me I was just a pleasant surprise you thought you could ha-ave your wa-way with, wasn't I?" An almost violent shiver went through Daniel's body. "Tho-thought you ha-had something to-to offer me."
Before Daniel could continue or Thompson could put words to the pissed-off look on his face, Jack's finger closed in a vice-like grip on the man's collar. "What!?"
No one had seen Jack move from his spot to Thompson's, and no one seemed to be interested in moving to hold him back. For which Jack was grateful. At the moment he wasn't sure that even Teal'c could've held him back.
Well, except from Thompson's men, who all three moved to stand. It was, however, cut short as Teal'c put himself between them and the rest of the room, giving them a look that most clearly told them that their 'assistance' was in no way wanted or desired.
"J-jack?" Daniel's voice sounded thoughtful and a little scared.
Jack shook Thompson for a moment, then let go. "Don't for one second think I've finished with you," he threatened the man before turning his attention solely to Daniel. "Yeah?"
"Wh-what do you know o-of test d-done on la-ab rats?"
Before Jack could answer, Carter came over the stand next to him, a puzzled look on her face. "What do you mean, Daniel?"
"I... I was wo-wondering if per-erhaps you solving some ki-kind of riddle, task..." Daniel shivered again, pointing at the screen on their side.
Sam nodded before turning to Jack. "Sir, permission to..." she gestured at the screen.
Jack took a deep breath, exchanging looks with Daniel who nodded. "I'm not sure, Carter," Jack finally said.
"Jack?" Daniel's voice sounded a little strangled and more than a bit worried.
With alarm Jack turned to his friend. What now?
---
no subject
::runs to the next part::
Re:
Re:
wow, you really changed the motivation on this chapter rewrite....
(I know, I know, THROW THINGS AT ME!!! Demanding more and then not logging on for three days. *bites fingers*)
I kinda liked the less aggressive victim under the heavy voice of his champion's flailing...More in Jack's mind...
(rocks, large chunks of sharp glass, feel free to throw anything at me. I don't even drive, and I hate back-seat drivers...Metal, sharp rusty metal, toss away...)
*Reads on eagerly, loving her Xim*