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War Games Part 10
Still unbetaed...
Wordcount of the day: 1,009 words
Wordcount in all: 16,177
Note: the previous part 8 will at some point be changed -- or rather, some things will be added *g* -- I wasn't entirely happy about that part.
previous parts
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Jack became aware of the increase in heat first. Still, he had to check. "Daniel?"
"Yeah?" came the muffled reply, as Daniel had long since dropped his face into Jack's neck, trying to keep the both of them warm. Not that it was helping Jack, well, sure, it heated up things, just not in the most appropriate sense.
"Is it just me or is it getting hotter in here?" Jack allowed himself to indulge in a little more cuddling. Hey, there were sharing precious body heat.
"The air is getting warmer..." Daniel's voice dropped to a level where Jack could barely make out the words, even though they were whispered directly into his hear. "Even if you were referring to... a different kind of heat, the answer would still be yes."
Jack bit his lower lip. Dammit, he couldn't wait to get back home, to get hit team back home, to get Daniel back home, more precisely home and into bed. ASAP.
Jack pulled back, feeling more than a little rediculous dressed only in boxers and t-shirt... and his boots. It had been nice to have an excuse to cuddle up with Daniel on a mission, even if the situation wasn't exactly the best for it. Hell, he wasn't sure how they were supposed to get back home. For the time being, Daniel and Carter's hunch on the lab rat theory was as good as any.
"Carter? How's it coming along?"
"Every time I punch in a sequence, the screen changes and I have to choose a new sequence... I just need to match the mathematical symbols with the pictograms."
"So, you're playing 'memory' with the aliens?" Jack couldn't quite keep the humor out of his voice, no matter how bad their situation might be, for the time being they seemed to be in no imminent danger.
Ferretti chuckled and even Carter couldn't help laughing a little. "Sure, sir, though a bit more complicated than that."
"Carter?"
"Sir?"
"Memory..."
"Right, sir." After a moment of silence, Sam spoke again. "Colonel?"
"Yes?" Jack let out a short breath of air, wondering why it was so damned hot and so hard to concentrate all of the sudden. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he waited for his 2IC to continue.
"The screen just stopped flashing symbols..."
"Did you break something, Carter?" Jack rolled his shoulders, for a moment quite glad he wasn't wearing more than he was. The temperature had definitely gone up.
"Um, no sir, not that I can think of." Sam came over to the barrier, eyeing them with worry.
"O'Neill?" Teal'c stepped forward, head cocked lightly to the side.
"Yeah?" Jack closed his eyes for a moment. Something was making him itch... not literally, more... the kind of itch he got when he was observed. For a moment Jack pushed it into the background. They were being observed by aliens, which would explain it.
"Are you well?" Teal'c deep voice rumbled across the room.
"As well as can be expected... I just hope we find a way out of this."
Teal'c nodded before he made his way to the side of the cell, sitting down to at least use the time for meditation. Jack couldn't blame him. God only knew for how long they'd be stuck in their prison.
"Get some rest, that goes for everyone of you," Jack finally said. He was sure none of them had had much rest during the last couple of hours. And even though they'd been down and out, it hadn't done much for them in the sense of actual rest.
Everyone complied, the only ones ignoring the others and not nodding their agreement with Jack were Thompson and his men. Still, they kept quiet and from the looks of things, they were actually going to try to rest as well.
Before joining his team and the others, Ferretti came over to where Jack was leaning against the shimmering barrier. "Colonel?"
"It's okay, Ferretti, it's just a little too hot in here." Jack gave his friend a small smile, trying to reassure him.
"Buy you and the Doc a beer when we get back home?" Ferretti tried to return the smile with as much control, but worry shone from his eyes. "Jack..."
"We'll get out of this, Lou, don't worry..." Jack's smile grew a little wider. "And I'll make sure to remind you of your offer, don't worry."
Lou laughed out loud and went to rest with the others.
The itch between Jack's shoulder blades grew. It was getting increasingly hard to concentrate. Not just because of the heat. It seemed that the temperature had hit a steady mark, but there was something else that made Jack feel light headed. Rolling his head, Jack tried to ease the tension in his neck and shoulders. He couldn't help wondering what might have happened if Carter hadn't played along with the alien version of 'memory'. He had a sneaky suspicion that he and Daniel would have been popsicles.
Speaking of... Jack turned around hand his breath caught in his throat.
Daniel was sitting hunched on the middle of the floor, head bowed, necked bowed and glittering with sweat. He'd discarded Jack's jacket and the socks, naked but for Jack's BDUs.
A lonely droplet of sweat slowly drew a trail down the middle of Daniel's spine, it's slow descent caught Jack's eye, holding his attention captured until it disappeared under the waistband of the BDUs. Jack licked his lips, and for an insane moment, he wanted to go over to Daniel and trace the salty trail with his tongue.
Then the younger man slowly lifted his head, blue eyes trailing up the length of Jack's bare legs, lingering for a moment on his crotch. Daniel's tongue swept out to moisten his lips, leaving them glistering very much as his sweat covered skin.
Then the almost scalding stare traveled to Jack's upper body, further up, until it connected with Jack's eyes, holding him in place, grounding him.
"Daniel...?" Jack's voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
TBC
Wordcount of the day: 1,009 words
Wordcount in all: 16,177
Note: the previous part 8 will at some point be changed -- or rather, some things will be added *g* -- I wasn't entirely happy about that part.
previous parts
---
Jack became aware of the increase in heat first. Still, he had to check. "Daniel?"
"Yeah?" came the muffled reply, as Daniel had long since dropped his face into Jack's neck, trying to keep the both of them warm. Not that it was helping Jack, well, sure, it heated up things, just not in the most appropriate sense.
"Is it just me or is it getting hotter in here?" Jack allowed himself to indulge in a little more cuddling. Hey, there were sharing precious body heat.
"The air is getting warmer..." Daniel's voice dropped to a level where Jack could barely make out the words, even though they were whispered directly into his hear. "Even if you were referring to... a different kind of heat, the answer would still be yes."
Jack bit his lower lip. Dammit, he couldn't wait to get back home, to get hit team back home, to get Daniel back home, more precisely home and into bed. ASAP.
Jack pulled back, feeling more than a little rediculous dressed only in boxers and t-shirt... and his boots. It had been nice to have an excuse to cuddle up with Daniel on a mission, even if the situation wasn't exactly the best for it. Hell, he wasn't sure how they were supposed to get back home. For the time being, Daniel and Carter's hunch on the lab rat theory was as good as any.
"Carter? How's it coming along?"
"Every time I punch in a sequence, the screen changes and I have to choose a new sequence... I just need to match the mathematical symbols with the pictograms."
"So, you're playing 'memory' with the aliens?" Jack couldn't quite keep the humor out of his voice, no matter how bad their situation might be, for the time being they seemed to be in no imminent danger.
Ferretti chuckled and even Carter couldn't help laughing a little. "Sure, sir, though a bit more complicated than that."
"Carter?"
"Sir?"
"Memory..."
"Right, sir." After a moment of silence, Sam spoke again. "Colonel?"
"Yes?" Jack let out a short breath of air, wondering why it was so damned hot and so hard to concentrate all of the sudden. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he waited for his 2IC to continue.
"The screen just stopped flashing symbols..."
"Did you break something, Carter?" Jack rolled his shoulders, for a moment quite glad he wasn't wearing more than he was. The temperature had definitely gone up.
"Um, no sir, not that I can think of." Sam came over to the barrier, eyeing them with worry.
"O'Neill?" Teal'c stepped forward, head cocked lightly to the side.
"Yeah?" Jack closed his eyes for a moment. Something was making him itch... not literally, more... the kind of itch he got when he was observed. For a moment Jack pushed it into the background. They were being observed by aliens, which would explain it.
"Are you well?" Teal'c deep voice rumbled across the room.
"As well as can be expected... I just hope we find a way out of this."
Teal'c nodded before he made his way to the side of the cell, sitting down to at least use the time for meditation. Jack couldn't blame him. God only knew for how long they'd be stuck in their prison.
"Get some rest, that goes for everyone of you," Jack finally said. He was sure none of them had had much rest during the last couple of hours. And even though they'd been down and out, it hadn't done much for them in the sense of actual rest.
Everyone complied, the only ones ignoring the others and not nodding their agreement with Jack were Thompson and his men. Still, they kept quiet and from the looks of things, they were actually going to try to rest as well.
Before joining his team and the others, Ferretti came over to where Jack was leaning against the shimmering barrier. "Colonel?"
"It's okay, Ferretti, it's just a little too hot in here." Jack gave his friend a small smile, trying to reassure him.
"Buy you and the Doc a beer when we get back home?" Ferretti tried to return the smile with as much control, but worry shone from his eyes. "Jack..."
"We'll get out of this, Lou, don't worry..." Jack's smile grew a little wider. "And I'll make sure to remind you of your offer, don't worry."
Lou laughed out loud and went to rest with the others.
The itch between Jack's shoulder blades grew. It was getting increasingly hard to concentrate. Not just because of the heat. It seemed that the temperature had hit a steady mark, but there was something else that made Jack feel light headed. Rolling his head, Jack tried to ease the tension in his neck and shoulders. He couldn't help wondering what might have happened if Carter hadn't played along with the alien version of 'memory'. He had a sneaky suspicion that he and Daniel would have been popsicles.
Speaking of... Jack turned around hand his breath caught in his throat.
Daniel was sitting hunched on the middle of the floor, head bowed, necked bowed and glittering with sweat. He'd discarded Jack's jacket and the socks, naked but for Jack's BDUs.
A lonely droplet of sweat slowly drew a trail down the middle of Daniel's spine, it's slow descent caught Jack's eye, holding his attention captured until it disappeared under the waistband of the BDUs. Jack licked his lips, and for an insane moment, he wanted to go over to Daniel and trace the salty trail with his tongue.
Then the younger man slowly lifted his head, blue eyes trailing up the length of Jack's bare legs, lingering for a moment on his crotch. Daniel's tongue swept out to moisten his lips, leaving them glistering very much as his sweat covered skin.
Then the almost scalding stare traveled to Jack's upper body, further up, until it connected with Jack's eyes, holding him in place, grounding him.
"Daniel...?" Jack's voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
TBC
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