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War Games Part 12
Still unbetaed...
Wordcount of the day: 1,170 words
Wordcount in all: 18,708
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Groaning, Jack tried to force his eyes open. His head was throbbing as if he'd been on another drinking binge. Which he was fairly sure he hadn't. Then again, there was a warm, breathing weight pinning him to the floor, so he could be mistaken.
Huh, hadn't he passed out on top of Daniel? This was kind of a bit disturbing come to think about it. Then again, maybe not, because, oh, it wasn't half as bad. Truly, it wasn't. The cell seemed to have regained a more normal temperature and the heat from Daniel's body was quite pleasant.
Only thing beginning to bother Jack as his mind became clearer was what they must look like, Daniel and him. Passed out on top of each other in various states of undress. Gently Jack rolled Daniel over onto the floor, fighting for a moment as strong arms closed possessively around his waist. Not that Jack minded the cuddling, but now just wasn't the best of times.
Extracting himself from Daniel's grip, Jack slowly sat up, taking a good look around. The way their skin glued together made Jack wince. Well, at least it'd only been sweat. He dreaded to think what might have happened if the aliens hadn't pumped some sort of sleeping gas into their side of the cell.
"Colonel?" Ferretti's voice broke the silence, drawing Jack's attention to the energy barrier. It seemed that everyone on the other side was sleeping as well.
"Did the sleeping gas hit your side too?" Jack rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head of the cobwebs.
"No, we just decided to rest instead of worrying ourselves to death." Ferretti walked with him to the far side of the cell, as Jack moved to bring circulation back into his legs. Leaning against the wall, they stuck their heads together as far as the barrier would let them.
"How's everyone doing, Lou?" Jack folded his arms as the decidedly cooler air made him shiver.
"Well, I must say that your little... um..." Ferretti looked ill at ease as he tried to put words to something he really didn't want to bring up.
"Yeah, well... that... um," Jack ran a hand through his hair, wondering just what the hell to say and what to put into his report when they returned. What would the others put into theirs? Nothing that would do him and Daniel any good, that was for sure.
"Major Carter explained it to us..." Ferretti trailed off.
"What?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she said that you were obviously under the influence of a large dose of eh..."
"Pheromones?" Jack vaguely remembered Daniel's words, even if it had been damned difficult to concentrate at that moment.
"Yeah," Lou still looked ill at ease. "Jack, you know we won't put anything discriminating into the reports, but..." Ferretti turned his head slightly, nodding towards Thompson and his men.
Jack sighed. Yeah, as much as he trusted his own team, and SG-2 as well, he knew there was no way to bury what had happened under the ordinary report. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Ferretti drew in a deep breath. "I know it's really none of my business, but..."
"No it's not." Jack cut him off. There were reasons for 'don't ask, don't tell'.
Ferretti suddenly smiled and looked over at Daniel. "Congratulations, Jack," he whispered in a low voice.
Jack glared at him, but was distracted as Daniel made a sound like a dying animal and slowly sat up, holding his head in his hands, as if he was afraid it'd fall off if he wasn't careful.
"Feeling a bit hung-over, Daniel?" Jack knew exactly how he was feeling, his own head still felt as if it was full of cotton, as well did his mouth. And how he wanted to just walk over to the other man and comfort him. If, of course, not for the people also in the cell and the fact that Daniel, without the pheromones or the need to share body heat, might actually deck Jack for it. They might have started something a few days before, but they'd agreed on the need to keep it off base, on world, behind closed doors. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was necessary.
The only answer from Daniel was a muffled curse. Right, no coffee and feeling hung-over -- not the most desirable version of the dear Doctor, but Jack would take him anyway possible. Hiding a little smile Jack turned back to Ferretti, who had similar problems keeping himself from smiling.
"Too bad we have no coffee, eh, Colonel?" Ferretti raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Jack nodded, then sighed. "Anything else happen while we were... out?"
"No, sir, nothing." Ferretti nodded towards the alien screen, currently black. "After Carter punched in the last code, and the two of you went to... sleep, it just turned black."
"No voices either?" Jack turned his head a little as Daniel stood and came over to join them. He graciously accepted his t-shirt as Daniel handed it to him before the younger man shrugged into Jack's discarded jacket.
"No, no voices so far." Ferretti hesitated a moment before looking at them again. It was clear to Jack that he still felt a little out of the loop about the two men.
"Look, Lou, I know you're not comfortable with what happened..."
"Don't... Jack," Ferretti finally smiled again. "It's not that, it's just... no one deserves to go through that with an audience."
Jack's eyes flickered to Daniel, who was fighting a blush coloring his face. "Thanks, Ferretti," the younger man finally got out.
"No sweat, Doc, SG-1 doesn't exactly deal with the average garden variety of alien encounters." Ferretti scratched the back of his head
"No, guess we can't claim that," Daniel agreed, finally looking up, more in control than before.
"You okay, Doc?" Ferretti asked, voicing what Jack wanted to, but didn't trust his voice enough to.
"I'll be better once we get out of here and back to our side of the Galaxy," Daniel admitted with a sigh.
"I hear ya, Doc, I hear ya."
"So we wait?" Jack asked, indicating the sleeping forms behind Ferretti.
"Seems it's all we can do," Daniels shrugged.
The three men stood in silence for a little while, then Daniel tucked at the hem of Jack's shirt. "Jack?"
"Mmm?" Jack looked up to see what Daniel wanted and then froze. A screen, like the once Carter had been tinkering with had appeared on their side of the cell. "Daniel?"
"May as well try?" Daniel gave him a questioning look.
"Let's wake up the others first, shall we?" Jack motioned for Ferretti to rouse the others.
Daniel nodded, staying near Jack, but eyeing the screen with curiosity. "Damned if we do, damned if we don't?" he muttered, face turned so only Jack could hear him.
"Something like that," Jack agreed, waiting for the rest of his team and colleagues to join them.
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Wordcount of the day: 1,170 words
Wordcount in all: 18,708
previous parts
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Groaning, Jack tried to force his eyes open. His head was throbbing as if he'd been on another drinking binge. Which he was fairly sure he hadn't. Then again, there was a warm, breathing weight pinning him to the floor, so he could be mistaken.
Huh, hadn't he passed out on top of Daniel? This was kind of a bit disturbing come to think about it. Then again, maybe not, because, oh, it wasn't half as bad. Truly, it wasn't. The cell seemed to have regained a more normal temperature and the heat from Daniel's body was quite pleasant.
Only thing beginning to bother Jack as his mind became clearer was what they must look like, Daniel and him. Passed out on top of each other in various states of undress. Gently Jack rolled Daniel over onto the floor, fighting for a moment as strong arms closed possessively around his waist. Not that Jack minded the cuddling, but now just wasn't the best of times.
Extracting himself from Daniel's grip, Jack slowly sat up, taking a good look around. The way their skin glued together made Jack wince. Well, at least it'd only been sweat. He dreaded to think what might have happened if the aliens hadn't pumped some sort of sleeping gas into their side of the cell.
"Colonel?" Ferretti's voice broke the silence, drawing Jack's attention to the energy barrier. It seemed that everyone on the other side was sleeping as well.
"Did the sleeping gas hit your side too?" Jack rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head of the cobwebs.
"No, we just decided to rest instead of worrying ourselves to death." Ferretti walked with him to the far side of the cell, as Jack moved to bring circulation back into his legs. Leaning against the wall, they stuck their heads together as far as the barrier would let them.
"How's everyone doing, Lou?" Jack folded his arms as the decidedly cooler air made him shiver.
"Well, I must say that your little... um..." Ferretti looked ill at ease as he tried to put words to something he really didn't want to bring up.
"Yeah, well... that... um," Jack ran a hand through his hair, wondering just what the hell to say and what to put into his report when they returned. What would the others put into theirs? Nothing that would do him and Daniel any good, that was for sure.
"Major Carter explained it to us..." Ferretti trailed off.
"What?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she said that you were obviously under the influence of a large dose of eh..."
"Pheromones?" Jack vaguely remembered Daniel's words, even if it had been damned difficult to concentrate at that moment.
"Yeah," Lou still looked ill at ease. "Jack, you know we won't put anything discriminating into the reports, but..." Ferretti turned his head slightly, nodding towards Thompson and his men.
Jack sighed. Yeah, as much as he trusted his own team, and SG-2 as well, he knew there was no way to bury what had happened under the ordinary report. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Ferretti drew in a deep breath. "I know it's really none of my business, but..."
"No it's not." Jack cut him off. There were reasons for 'don't ask, don't tell'.
Ferretti suddenly smiled and looked over at Daniel. "Congratulations, Jack," he whispered in a low voice.
Jack glared at him, but was distracted as Daniel made a sound like a dying animal and slowly sat up, holding his head in his hands, as if he was afraid it'd fall off if he wasn't careful.
"Feeling a bit hung-over, Daniel?" Jack knew exactly how he was feeling, his own head still felt as if it was full of cotton, as well did his mouth. And how he wanted to just walk over to the other man and comfort him. If, of course, not for the people also in the cell and the fact that Daniel, without the pheromones or the need to share body heat, might actually deck Jack for it. They might have started something a few days before, but they'd agreed on the need to keep it off base, on world, behind closed doors. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was necessary.
The only answer from Daniel was a muffled curse. Right, no coffee and feeling hung-over -- not the most desirable version of the dear Doctor, but Jack would take him anyway possible. Hiding a little smile Jack turned back to Ferretti, who had similar problems keeping himself from smiling.
"Too bad we have no coffee, eh, Colonel?" Ferretti raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Jack nodded, then sighed. "Anything else happen while we were... out?"
"No, sir, nothing." Ferretti nodded towards the alien screen, currently black. "After Carter punched in the last code, and the two of you went to... sleep, it just turned black."
"No voices either?" Jack turned his head a little as Daniel stood and came over to join them. He graciously accepted his t-shirt as Daniel handed it to him before the younger man shrugged into Jack's discarded jacket.
"No, no voices so far." Ferretti hesitated a moment before looking at them again. It was clear to Jack that he still felt a little out of the loop about the two men.
"Look, Lou, I know you're not comfortable with what happened..."
"Don't... Jack," Ferretti finally smiled again. "It's not that, it's just... no one deserves to go through that with an audience."
Jack's eyes flickered to Daniel, who was fighting a blush coloring his face. "Thanks, Ferretti," the younger man finally got out.
"No sweat, Doc, SG-1 doesn't exactly deal with the average garden variety of alien encounters." Ferretti scratched the back of his head
"No, guess we can't claim that," Daniel agreed, finally looking up, more in control than before.
"You okay, Doc?" Ferretti asked, voicing what Jack wanted to, but didn't trust his voice enough to.
"I'll be better once we get out of here and back to our side of the Galaxy," Daniel admitted with a sigh.
"I hear ya, Doc, I hear ya."
"So we wait?" Jack asked, indicating the sleeping forms behind Ferretti.
"Seems it's all we can do," Daniels shrugged.
The three men stood in silence for a little while, then Daniel tucked at the hem of Jack's shirt. "Jack?"
"Mmm?" Jack looked up to see what Daniel wanted and then froze. A screen, like the once Carter had been tinkering with had appeared on their side of the cell. "Daniel?"
"May as well try?" Daniel gave him a questioning look.
"Let's wake up the others first, shall we?" Jack motioned for Ferretti to rouse the others.
Daniel nodded, staying near Jack, but eyeing the screen with curiosity. "Damned if we do, damned if we don't?" he muttered, face turned so only Jack could hear him.
"Something like that," Jack agreed, waiting for the rest of his team and colleagues to join them.
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the plot thickens ^_~
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Where's the next part? It's been days!
*pouts in the corner*
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I'll get there -- eventually
Now that