COVENANT BY PHOENIX
Daniel involved in a loving and committed relationship, which usually involves
Relationship. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.
Set after 'The Light'. No Spoilers.
||Peril, salvation, uncertainty, conflict,
life, love and a pact.
||Some Language, naughty bits. Intense
in some places.
posted to the net 24 Oct 01.
So much for the last two months of my life! Thanks to Biblio for beta reading
and Mathew Reilly for writing. I swear I did not make him up, he is an actual,
real writer and the Temple is an actual book, or so Biblio assures me. I
wish to thank Mr Reilly for the brief exerpts from his book and my apologies
for Daniel's reaction. Unlike him, or Biblio I have not read it, but I'm
sure it's a very fine book, even though Daniel obviously has a few issues
with it. Jack however, thinks it's great.
THIS is awkward.
where's Daniel when I need him? Not for the coming back
from carrotland stuff, we're doing okay on that front.
Maybe the first day I couldn't manage much more than grunting
and twitching things, but we're well into day three now
and it's looking pretty good for me getting all the way
back to the way I used to be. The legs still don't work
so good - won't take any weight yet, but I can move 'em
okay and Madam Physio likes my 'muscle tone.'
all that's a piece of cake compared to what I'm facing
right now. Having my first post-carrot conversation with
Carter. Alone. That'll teach me to force the boy to get
some shut-eye, leaving me open for majors who feel the
need to 'explain' why she said certain things during a
certain recent contretemps I'd just as soon forget and
wish to hell she would as well. What's that thing they
say? No good deed goes unpunished?
popped her head in several times over the last couple of
days, but every time she saw Daniel she ducked back out
again. From the itchy, scratchy, prickly feeling suddenly
filling a room they both happen to occupy simultaneously,
however briefly, I'm guessing they're still not speaking.
Whether they're too pissed to, or too embarrassed, I don't
know, but one thing I DO know about the pair of them, they're
both stubborner than my old Aunt Bess and take it from
me, that woman was one cussed, obstinate piece of work.
time she's dropped by it's been obvious Carter has had
'something on her mind'. Oh golly gee, I wonder what it
could be? Crap. Frankly I'd rather eat broken glass than
make her go through this. Or have to sit through it myself.
So far, we've managed to avoid it. Much to my relief.
is until today. I finally got Teal'c to haul Daniel off,
kicking and screaming, to put him to bed, and five minutes
later in bustles my 2IC with THE FACE. The one she's
still wearing, the one where she looks like she's sucking
a lemon. And she's going to make herself like it, if it
now I'm thinking sticking my head in a sack full of wolverines
would be more fun but as I don't happen to have one at
the moment I'll give ducking and weaving a shot. See if
I can get us both through this without either one of us
having to actually say anything we'd rather not.
I can get her to explain wormhole physics to me again.
looking well, Sir," she says finally as she sits up a
little straighter in the chair.
well," I shrug. "It's all coming back to me.
Slowly, but it's coming. The pins are still a little
shaky, but hey, look!" I reach over and grab the
glass sitting on the bedside table and wiggle it at her.
"I can do tricks!"
that one didn't even rate a sour look. Carter's bought
a first class ticket on the guilt express and it's just
pulled into O'Neill station.
about what I said - "
I quickly interject. "If you're trying to work up
to apologising for believing what the facts were telling you
- you don't need to. How were you supposed to know -
knew," she retorts stonily. "He knew and he
There it is. The other thing she's all bent out of shape
about. Daniel. He's done it to her again.
Pulled a rabbit out of his hat and knocked her right on her
ass. She knows she should be right. He shouldn't
be able to trump her all the time the way he does, without
even trying. She's top of her field, top of her game,
she's got the backing and the blessing of officialdom, been
validated up the wahzoo, commendations and medals and all
the sciency stuff in her corner. She says 'that's
impossible' and we should damned well take her word for it
- everything she knows, which to give her her due is
considerable - says it damned well is, and then Daniel comes
along, sniffs the wind, holds up three fingers, puts two
and twelve together and gets 'No it's not'.
right. Drives her NUTS.
know how he does it - I don't know how he does it - I don’t
even know if HE knows - but you can't argue with results,
although Carter sure tries. We're not going to drag up
the whole 'figuring out the gate in two weeks thing' one
more tired time, although that's when it started, and then
he did it to her again in the cartouche room in Abydos,
the very first time they laid eyes on each other. She
took that one like a trooper, but they'd only just met,
she didn't know she'd just been introduced to the man who
was going to keep right on thinking rings around her and
making her feel like a chump. Not that Daniel tries to
- or that's even his intention, it's the way she takes
things so personally. Like if she doesn't get there first,
she's let us down somehow.
you, the way they've gone at it sometimes, it's been like
having a front row seat to an accident waiting to happen
all over you. No question it's going to get ugly, you just
don't know when. She says 'no way, not possible.' He says
'why not?' And then figures out a way to do what she swears
can't be done.
get me wrong, they're not always butting heads. When they're
both on the same page - which happens more often then not
- they're amazing. You want to talk brainpower; Daniel
and Carter pooling their considerable mental resources
are one kick-ass combination leaving all the rest of us
gasping in their dust. They're happier than clams when
they see eye to eye but when they don't…
little brouhaha they just had has been brewing for a long
time, and was unfortunately inevitable. Sooner or later
they had to come to seriously butting heads because of
who they both are, and how they got that way.
both way too smart for their own good, but they're not
the same. Not in the way they think, in the way they look
at things - their agendas, even. It all stems, I think,
from where they've both come from. Completely opposite
sides of the 'genius' spectrum.
doesn't take any of this personally. When he sticks to
his guns and makes us listen to him he's doing it because
it's what HAS to be done. He's not out to 'prove' anything,
that's not where his head is at. It's about getting the
job done and making sure we do it right, not about anything
else. Most of the time, the same thing applies for Carter,
but she's got this other thing happening as well, because
of the way she was treated, all her life, like she was
something 'special'. In a good way. Not like Daniel,
who got the spit on the geek treatment and had to fight
tooth and nail for everything he ever accomplished.
versus Einstein thing. Child prodigy versus kid freak.
Daniel got the short end of the 'gifted' stick. The one
everyone around you who resents you for being 'better'
uses to try to beat the crap and the life out of you for
being what you are. Daniel's pretty much always gotten
backhanded for being the best he could be. Coming into
this world 'special' was no treat for him.
on the other hand, got to be the golden girl. The trophy
child, put on display, patted, preened and encouraged.
Expected to perform. The more tricks she did, the more
strokes she got. Sure, she had pressure put on her too,
but it was a different kind. She had to keep being the
best, to not only live up to, but to exceed the expectations
that were placed on her by everyone cheering her on and
then later, the ones she placed on herself. She 'performed,'
all right, was so good at it they're talking about erecting
a shrine to her at the Air Force Academy. She got more
than used to being the best of the best, in a class all
by herself, it's been drilled into her for so long she
has to be - she's a little competitive.
this hasn't been a problem for her because her entire life,
practically, she hasn't had any competition. There wasn't
anyone around could touch her for smarts. Then she met
Daniel, and all of a sudden she had to do something she's
NEVER had to do before.
to grips with the fact that now she wasn't the only genius
in the room. There was someone on her team and in her face
who could not only match her, but could whip her without
even breaking into a sweat. That's not the way Daniel
looks at it, and she tries not to, but every time one of
Daniel's 'hunches' proves out over her logic and reason
and scientific certainty…
got a real situation on my hands here. And I don't have
a frigging clue how to make these two kiss and make up.
But I'd better find one, at least get them talking
to one another before we have to all go back through that
this is part of why they pay me the big bucks. Oh well,
here goes nothing.
I know," I soothe. "He um, was. That's
true. But hey!" I flash my biggest, bad boy grin
at her and hope to god I've still got enough clout with
her to pull off laying on the charm. "I'm back! That's
the main thing, right?"
a tight little grudging grin and awkwardly shifts her gaze
to the side. "Yes, Sir," she admits, giving an
unhappy little flounce like doing it is killing her.
I cajole. "I know Daniel can be a little - frustrating
- at times, but he means well and you have to know - if
it had been you lying in this bed instead of me, he would
have fought JUST as hard - "
that, Sir, I do!" she bursts out miserably.
"It's just sometimes I feel so - "
I know you mean well too," I tell her sincerely.
"You're doing the best you know how to do."
when I'm wrong?" she asks quietly.
no one is infallible!" I smile at her again.
"No one is expecting you to be! And you're not the only
one who is occasionally wrong. It might not seem that
way to you right now, but Daniel's pulled his fair share of
me a sudden, piercing look and it takes everything I have
to keep the grin off my face at what's going through my
head because of what's just come out of my mouth.
just saying that to make me feel better," she grins at
I do that?" I grin back at her. "News-flash.
God's honest truth. Daniel is not perfect."
can give a blowjob you wouldn't believe. Probably not
a particularly useful piece of information to interject
into the conversation at this point, but it's definitely
making my mind wander.
I guess it's okay if I'm not either," she sighs.
not only is it okay, I really wish you'd cut yourself
some slack and give it a try once and a while. Trust me,
lighten up. You're doing fine."
you, Sir," she replies and pulls a face at me.
"From now on I'll try harder to screw up."
Kidding me. She's kidding me, right?
a joke, Sir." Carter's grin is a lot bigger this
that's a relief! Had me going there, for a minute."
definitely looking a lot less bugged then when she first
walked in so I'm thinking I can risk steering the conversation
down reconciliation road when Our Lady Physio sticks her
head in the door and chirps, "Colonel O'Neill, it's time
for your exercises!"
She's got the chair and the 'I'm gonna make you
sweat' smile on her face. My ass is grass.
didn't we just do all that?" I grumble as she
briskly wheels the chair up to the side of the bed.
now it's time to do it all again," she beams at me.
"Come on now, Colonel, into the chair we go. You
don't want to lose that lovely muscle tone, now do you?"
Definitely wouldn't want to do THAT!
I'll just leave you to it, then, Sir," Carter nods as she
BAILS on me.
it, Teal'c. Burn rubber. They'll never take us
not aware anyone was pursuing us, O'Neill," Teal'c
observes solemnly as the chair I'm sitting in and he's barely
locomoting crawls down the corridor.
how to suck all the fun out of it, Big Guy! I'd be making
better time on my hands and knees. Which, okay, without
the chair is pretty much the way I would be proceeding.
I can walk across the room now, but extended strolls 'round
the mountain? Not quite yet. But I'm mobile enough for
the Doc to sign me off and tell me to quit littering up
her infirmary. I'd be more than happy to oblige her and
summarily blow this Popsicle stand forthwith. But I ain't
goin' nowhere until I can find the archaeologist I'm currently
short to come with.
Mind's in the gutter again. Hell, it never left.
- pick up the pace a little will ya? Gotta find
been mighty scarce today, and it's worrying me. All the
way through this he's been an absolute rock. From the first
moment I started to go down for the count on 204 'til I
didn't need to lean on him to stand on my own two feet
again he hasn't spared a moment for himself. Yeah sure,
once I came out of it we made him rest - under protest
- but he's just carried on without letting on - not once
- how he has to be feeling. Now the worst of it is over
and we all know I'm going to be fine he's bolted. That's
not good. The only time Daniel runs is when he's trying
to stay one step ahead of the boogies crawling around in
his head and he doesn't want to 'burden' anyone with what
happens when they catch up with him. Doesn't want to be
can say is after everything you've just done for me - BOTHER
me, Daniel. Please!
have failed to locate DanielJackson in all of the locations
you were sure we would find him," Teal'c accurately, and
quite annoyingly, I might add, observes.
"Where do you wish to proceed to strike out next?"
does not become you," I sneer. "You think
you're so smart? You choose!"
well, O'Neill," Teal'c replies in a distinctly smug tone
of voice as he pulls an abrupt wheelie and hundred and
eighties us back the way we came.
TOLD you?" I howl as we approach the door to the
commissary. "You knew exactly where he was - all this
Jaffa the Smug informs me. "DanielJackson was aware
you were going to be released today. He surmised you
would also wish to be apprised of his whereabouts, as you
would require his assistance for the journey home.
Therefore he informed me where he could be located when he
KNEW!" I fume. "You knew where he was
the whole time and you let me take us on a fool wild goose
chase all over the frigging mountain - why didn't you
just TELL me?"
did not ask, me, O'Neill."
he was going to say that!
propels me into the commissary and there he is, as promised,
Daniel, slumped over a cup of coffee, such an unguarded
look of complete misery on his face it cuts me deep to
see it there. When I see how hard these past few weeks
have been on him it suddenly hits home what almost
happened to me hasn't really sunk in yet either, and suddenly
I NEED - all I want is to get him out of here, home, ASAP
so we can be alone, REALLY alone and just -
snaps up as he hears us come in. His huge eyes devour
me; they're full of fear and relief, desperation, anticipation
and an urgent need to have me closer than we've able to
be with all eyes on us watching every move we make. For
one single, aching second I can see his need, like a living,
hungry thing, how much he wants me, HAS to - has to have
me or he's going to come shrieking right out of his skin
and I feel it right back at him and then some. It's all
I can do to stop myself from springing right out of this
chair and giving him everything he wants, right here, right
now, they can lock me up for the next thousand years, oh
God, it would be worth it!
into his smoking, sparking eyes and I see what I couldn't
that day, the fierceness of what he feels for me that bound
us both, irrevocably together in that godforsaken place.
I see now why it couldn't have gone any other way. He
could no more let me go than I -
me. All the way. The only way it can ever be. I understand
that now, Daniel. I do. I won't ever try to hold you
back from where you need to be again. Promise. There are
worse things than dying, after all.
gaze twitches to the man wheeling me toward him and he
instantly shuts it right off. Nothing to see here but
one slightly grumpy archaeologist who's been killing some
time, cooling his heels.
it's about time!" Daniel grouses as we pull up to
him. "No wait, don't tell me," he favours
Teal'c with a 'long-suffering' look. "He had to do it
HIS way, right?"
leave me alone, we got here, didn't we?" I grouse
right back at him. Daniel's wearing his 'I'm looking at
the most annoying man who ever lived' face but his eyes are
shining as they rove hungrily over me and the hand clamped
on the arm of the chair is white knuckled and slightly
for putting up with him so far, Teal'c," Daniel gives my
chauffeur a grateful glance. "I think I can manage from
you certain?" Teal'c regards me severely as he
crosses his arm. "O'Neill is proving to be unusually
obstreperous today. I am aware of several complaints from
the medical personnel about his lack of co-operation."
I resemble that remark. I've been the utter epitome
of cheerful compliance. All that other stuff - nothing
but vicious rumours, lies and fairy tales.
heaves a weary, 'like this is NEWS' sigh. "Don't
worry," he assures our large friend. "He gives
me any grief I'll just roll him into the garage and leave him
there. Let him stew 'til he decides to behave."
indignation is abruptly interrupted as the commissary door
flings open. Ferretti comes flying in, and he's brought
he waves what he's carrying at us as he and his entourage
start loping over toward our table. Daniel stiffens. I'm
not sure what's going on.
glad I caught you!" Ferretti continues.
"I wanted to say thanks for the book. It's GREAT!"
Oh - the BOOK!
you don't need it back right away," Wilson pipes up as
he peeks around Ferretti. "Um - I got dibs on it
going to be doing the rounds for a bit," Ferretti shrugs.
"The word's gotten out. Everyone wants to read it,
well because - " he winks at Daniel. "Great job,
come on!" Ferretti grins knowingly at Daniel.
"You can 'fess up! We KNOW. Matthew Reilly.
mouth gapes open as Ferretti's followers clusters around
him, watching expectantly while he theatrically opens the
dreaded tome at what is obviously a specially chosen passage
and commences to read. Loudly and dramatically.
"Hello," the man said in heavily accented
English, taking Race completely by surprise.
"Hey there," Race said. "You, ah, want
to tell me what's going on here?"
"These people are the direct descendants
of a remote Incan tribe. They observed that you are possessing
of the Mark of the Sun, that birthmark under your left
eye. They think you might be the second coming of their
saviour, a man they know as the Chosen One. But they want
to test you first to be sure."
"And how exactly are they going to test
"They will put you in the pit and then
they will open the gate that separates it from the moat,
allowing one of the caimans to enter the pit with you.
Then they will see who survives the subsequent confrontation,
you or the caiman. You see, according to their prophecy
"I know," Race said. "I've read it.
According to the prophecy the Chosen One will bear the
Mark of the Sun, and be able to fight with great lizards
and save their spirit."
The man looked at Race askance. "You're
just like what almost happened to the Colonel on
P8J-537." Ferretti observes with an evil grin.
for the birthmark," I correct him.
yeah, except for that. You don't have one of
the big lizards," I add.
right," he nods. "Forgot about that, no big
they didn't really think I was their CHOSEN one -"
NOT write that book!" Daniel blusters.
"Not only did I not WRITE it - I wouldn't be caught dead
you say, Doc," Ferretti deadpans. "When's the
next one coming out? You are going to write a sequel,
snaps to his feet, his eyes frosty as he grips the back
of the chair and wheels me abruptly around. "Excuse us,"
he bites out in a brittle tone that could flay the hide
off a water buffalo.
Doc!" Ferretti motions for the crowd to give way
and let us pass. "I know you must be anxious to get
back to it."
I be in the next one?" he calls out as the crowd starts
hooting with laughter.
is YOUR fault!" Daniel hisses at me.
this time," I grin back at him. Though I will admit
I wish I had thought of it. "Come on, let's just go
home now - "
say it!" Daniel warns.
you rather I call you Race?"
you rather have no teeth in your head?"
I like it. Has a nice ring to it."
just got me back."
remind me. Can't imagine what I was thinking."
gowan, you missed me. 'Race'.
it - don't you dare - "
me, I have to know. WILL you, RACE - "
take you to the top of the mountain and push you right
you autograph my copy for me?"
I HATE you."
after he kicks my front door closed he shows me just how
much he hates me by whirling me around and latching onto
me like a limpet. "Jack," is all I hear before he buries
his face in my neck, holds on for dear life and just -
shakes. I grab him back too. I'm not quite up to giving
him one of my usual rib crushers, but I hold him with everything
I've presently got, which still ain't too shabby. Just
hug him close and quiet and give him what he needs.
doing wonders for what ails me, as well.
I know how his mind works and from what he's darkly muttering
I also know where he's headed, so before he tumbles too
far down into that black pit waiting for him I draw back,
despite his protests, take his face in my hands and make
him look at me.
to me, Daniel," I tell him firmly, gently.
"It's over. It DIDN'T happen like all the other
times you couldn't save them. Do you understand what I'm
saying to you? It DIDN'T happen. You saved me. You
SAVED me. You've broken the cycle. You did it."
at me, blinking rapidly with confusion as my words penetrate.
"It didn't happen," he slowly parrots and the clouds
in his eyes start to lighten with understanding. "I -
made it this time," I smile at him and gently lean in to
place a light kiss on his lips. "I'm still here. You beat
it. You saved me."
he breathes, and a shy grin lights up his face. "I
did, didn't I? I really…did."
completely than you'll ever know.
what do you say you finish what you started and help me
to bed?" I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
not really good for me right now, Jack," he frowns, his
eyes sparking with sudden mischief. "I think I'm
going to be busy. Very busy, I feel a sudden, strange
urge to, oh, I don't know, write a book coming over me
and until I get it out of my system my calendar's gonna be
pretty much full up, but tell you what, seeing as it's
you I'll pencil you in for an hour next Thursday - no
promises, now - "
clam up and drive," I growl at him as I throw my arm over
his shoulder and give him a healthy hip butt to head us
down the hall.
already naked and sprawled on the bed while I'm still wrestling
with my belt buckle. I'm beat, my hands are shaking and
I know he can see it, but he's holding carefully back,
waiting, watching me for cues. I know he's aching to help
and yet he doesn't want - he's not sure what I from him
now. I've been subjected to just about every personal
indignity you can think of, been fully aware of it the
whole time and haven't had a thing to say about it through
most of it. He doesn't want to further insult me by offering
'help' I might not want or appreciate now I don't have
to take being manhandled or 'helped' by anyone any more.
Daniel, when you gonna get it through your head as far
as I'm concerned, you're not just anyone.
am I going to set him straight on THAT score, I fully intend
to take everything he wants to give me.
I've struggled out of the rest of my gear I fall back on
the bed beside him. I'm whacked. Just getting this far,
from the base to home, has me wheezing with the shakes
but the Doc warned me I'd tucker out easy at first. You
can't loaf around on your back for almost a month without
losing a little get up and go. No biggie. I'll get it
back. But for now, I gotta go slow. Which might be alarming
Daniel a tad, my evident - but only temporary - weakness,
but to be honest, I'm not minding it one bit. Let's just
say not being up to swinging off chandeliers with my usual
enthusiasm suits my mood at the moment. I need something
else right now. I need him. Needing me.
there was a time - not that long ago, actually - when I'd
have been freaking about being this way. After this lengthy
episode of having no control over anything happening to
me the first thing on my mind would have been going Neanderthal
all over my archaeologist just to feel like 'the man' again.
That was then. Things have changed, and so have I.
Most of it's all down to him.
I can't believe how much of my life I screwed up buying
into that garbage. All those years of thinking I needed
to be the macho, stone-faced, buttoned up tight Colonel
Control. Not gonna give it up, give in, give way, unbend
or admit I was only human after all. Being that jerk who
would never let go or see things any other way but his
cost me Sara. It almost cost me Daniel too, but that's
- well, Daniel's been responsible for altering more than
a few of my perceptions. Expanding my horizons. Rocking
my world. Let's just say he's taught this old dog more
than a few new tricks. Woof. I'm currently hankering for
my latest lesson.
winded and sweaty as I turn to him and see the kind, concerned
expression on his face.
you okay?" he murmurs as he reaches out a careful hand
and wipes the perspiration from my forehead. Yeah, I'm
tired, but I'm not going to break, so I show him and answer
his question at the same time by curling my hand around
the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
the mouth definitely still works. Works just fine. He
sighs, winds his arms around my neck and plasters the rest
of him to me as tightly as our lips are locked.
the boy can kiss. I don't know what I love more - kissing
him or feeling HIM kissing me. He's just…so…and then
when he…it's not just the way his mouth feels on mine, it's
everything, the way he gives so much, feels so good, all
of him over all of me, I just can't get enough of it.
Or him. Especially when he does - his thing - I'm getting
stiff as a poker just thinking about it.
you SURE you're okay?" he pulls just far enough away to
whisper against my mouth.
spirit is definitely willing," I answer, as I buck gently
into him by way of illustrating my point. "Parts of
me are up for it but…"
worry about a thing," Daniel purrs, and the husky, sexy
sound of his voice makes me shiver. "I'm driving,
Do me, Doctor J! THAT'S what I want right now!
out on the bed, getting good and comfortable, letting myself
turn into happily anticipatory Jell-O while Daniel carefully
straddles my thighs. I love this part! He's so cute the
way he fidgets and futzes, like a cat meticulously kneading
the blanket until it finds JUST the right position to suit
it before it lies down. It's a big part of the whole 'ritual'
for him; he has to get himself settled to his satisfaction
so he can just let go and get into what he'll be doing
to me. It takes him a while to get himself 'set', but
that's okay. What's coming next is well worth the wait.
Watching him is just as much of a turn on as waiting for
believe how hard I fought it, the first time he wanted
to do this for me. I wasn't exactly with the program,
told myself I'd humour him, just play along even though
every 'take charge' instinct I had was yelping at me it
wasn't right to just lie there and let someone else do
all the work. You know, the 'you have to make sure it's
good for them or you're not doing your job' stuff. I'm
not saying I believed I always had to be the one calling
the shots, but I had to be at least interactive - giving
as good as I was getting. All right. Performing. Giving
them their money's worth. So to speak.
it was disturbing at first to just lie there and not move
on Daniel while he was pleasuring me, but it also felt
good - surprisingly, shockingly - GOOD to let go and not
have to DO anything or prove anything or - well, it felt
good - just like it feels right now, to close my eyes and
focus on nothing but the feeling of his hands moving over
me. Touching, stroking, so carefully, reverently. To let
go of everything and tumble into the pure, sweet sensations
with nothing to distract me from the slow, sensuous build
of tingling, enveloping pleasure. No performance anxiety.
No pressure, just - oh yeah - this is amazing. So is he.
first time, there I was, totally zoning on what Daniel
was doing to me, actually shocked by how liberating it
felt to not have to - to just LET him - but at the same
time I was still feeling weird, and guilty - not getting
what Daniel was getting out of it with me just lying there
like a pleasure-sucking lump while he was doing all the
work, until I cracked an eyelid and caught the look on
zoning too, totally gone, almost like he was in a trance.
I'd never seen him look more incredible - or happier. To
be allowed to have total license to - to touch me. Just
- touch me. Any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted
- was exactly what he wanted, and boy oh boy, was he getting
into it! God, he was something! He was serene, transported,
eyes dewy and distant, so focussed and blissfully rapt
- a vision of total contentment.
was he getting out of it? Plenty. To see him - so utterly
content, and all I had to do to do THAT for him was absolutely
nothing? Except -
it all go, and let him. He was happy and I was getting
pleasured out of my skull without having to move a muscle.
The only one having a problem with it was me. Which was
stupid. I never let it bother me again.
can't imagine not having this - not having him. Yeah,
we do the wild and crazy screaming the house down, rough
and tumble stuff too. Plenty interactive. But this, letting
go - letting him - it's so incredible, such a fucking turn
on to not have to do anything or be anything but willing
to be done. Take me, I'm yours. Absolutely. Bend, me
shape me, make me bark like a dog. Oh yeah. Daniel's driving
and it's a hell of a ride. I'm drowning in a sea of
bliss already and he's just getting me warmed up.
slowly, methodically over me, loving me ardently, filling
my body with renewing fire everywhere he touches me. Every
tender flick of his tongue, each brush of his smooth lips,
the way he licks, kisses, caresses my sweet spots with
gentle, knowing fingers, playing me, working me - God -
why didn't I see this before, what he's doing - he's been
telling me all this time and I just wasn't -
been a fool. Honest mistake, Daniel talks all the time,
he's one of the most persistently articulate people I've
ever met, so naturally I'd assumed if he wanted to express
certain - feelings - he'd do it n words but I never realised
- there's another way he communicates, because he almost
NEVER touches anyone…
taken in by the linguist thing - waiting for it to come
in words, but that wasn't it, wasn't the way he was telling
me he loved me. He wasn't holding out on me by not saying
- he's been hollering 'I love you' all along. Speaking
volumes in the language of touch.
coming through loud and clear now, Daniel.
a peek at him. His eyes are half-closed and glazed with
desire, his cheeks tear-tracked, but his face is glowing.
He leans toward me to lightly nuzzle his lips against my
stomach and I feel his smile warming my skin. His touch
is stronger, more confident than I've ever known it, and
the serenity pouring out of him - there's a peace, a
calmness, I really wasn't expecting. No shadows, no sorrow.
He's happy and blissful, growing more and more content
with each square inch of me he slowly claims.
it's crazy, I can't know this for sure, but something about
his expression, and the deliberate, almost reverent feel
to his movements, it suddenly strikes me he's using his
slow, methodical savouring of me to change what he's
understood as 'truth'. Like he's made a choice he no
longer wishes to be a prisoner of his fears of the past,
and with this one, powerful, affirmative act he's banishing
his belief he's doomed to lose everything he ever loves.
He knows that's no longer true.
'earned' me, he's taking me in, freeing himself from all
fear. I'm here, and he's never going to have to face a
moment without me again. No matter what. That's what
he wants to believe in from now on, the joy, the reality
of THIS - not the pain and loss of the past, and in his
mind he's making it so. Him and me. All the way.
I mouth at him and catch the grateful, acknowledging fire
in his eyes before I sigh and settle back once again to
let him go to town.
DannyDannyDanny, what you do….
deep into what he's doing to me I'm barely aware of him
shifting off me and settling himself down on his stomach
between my legs. Again, he takes his time and I just
lie still, letting him arrange me the way he wants me so
we're both comfortable. He's going to be here for a while.
is the best part. Daniel loves to play, and I'm his favourite
toy. I never know quite what's going to happen when he
gets busy - and creative - down below but in this particular
context I don't mind being surprised. At all.
throbbing dick gets a nice, warm pat and then sparks start
shooting behind my eyelids as I feel a hot, moist tongue
curling teasingly around my balls. Daniel's taking his
sweet time, but it's been so long, not to mention it crossed
my mind more than once while I was stuck in lumpsville
I'd never feel him - oh God, sucking - sucking is good
back down to earth and slide straight into a deep, lazy
kiss. I'm feeling charged, riding high on a sudden wave
of excited, enthusiastic strength, so I wrap my arms
around Daniel and crush him to me.
woke me up," I mutter as I up the ante on the bearhug and
try to climb down his throat for a few extremely mutually
pleasurable moments. "Feeling MUCH better
noticed," Daniel chuckles as he grabs my butt with both
hands, squeezes and makes me groan. "Turn
youbetcha. Time for the flipside.
have time to pillow my head on my arms before Daniel has
leapt on top of me again, his twitching, oozing shaft sliding
over my ass and driving me as crazy as his tongue is, burning
a torrid trail straight down my spine. His hands are
shaking with excitement as he cups my ass, parts my cheeks
and slithers his tongue slowly down in-between.
stop the moan that comes out of me as his tongue slides
in to me. It's oh - WOW - this is new but it's -
I moan again as another teasing thrust sends shocks all
you sure?" Daniel leaves off licking long enough to
you worked damned hard to save this ass," I breathlessly
assure him. "You so own it. Do with it what
under the pillow for the lube when it suddenly hits me
something feels off. He's still patting and licking so
everything must be okay, but something's still missing.
aren't you going to say it?" I smile into the pillow as
I locate the tube.
he murmurs in a distant, preoccupied voice.
call me baby. That."
he whispers so softly I almost don't catch it and his hands
still. "You can call me whatever you want."
tenderness in his voice aches inside me almost as much as
the way he touches his lips to my ass. Now I know later,
when he isn't feeling quite so mushy he'll have a rather
vehement change of heart about what he just told me and
I'm not that much of an opportunistic shit I'd take advantage
of something said in a moment of sentimental weakness.
onto my side as he eagerly moves up toward me. I've already
got a generous dollop of lube in my palm, warmed up nicely.
I give him a nice, thorough grease job along with a few
good healthy pumps while he attacks my mouth noisily and
enthusiastically. "Now, hurry up and do me," I
finally manage to grunt and place the tube in his hand.
waste time. We get to three fingers before you can say,
'fuck me blind' and I arch back to meet him the instant
I feel that sweet burn of him pushing carefully inside
me. He's aiming for slow and steady but I have other plans.
He drives me nuts when he completely loses it, and right
now I think he needs to be an animal as much as I want
to feel it. I'm going to give inciting him my best shot.
with surprise as his balls abruptly slap against my butt.
My head is swimming with sensation and I almost fall right
back into how good he feels rammed into me to the root,
but I don't want to give him a chance to recover. So I
tighten around him, grind my ass back into him.
he cries as his hands clamp on my hips and he starts pumping
with ferocious abandon. Yes! Higher cognitive
functions switched off, snakebrain in the driver's seat.
Drill me, Doctor. I'm feeling no pain.
is gasping with exertion as he slumps, slick and heaving
against my back. He clutches my chest frantically, sobbing
into my shoulder as his hips rock and slam rapidly, repeatedly
against my ass. Every driving thrust sends me closer to
escape velocity for the second time. We're huffing and
grunting as he wildly humps me halfway across the bed before
he finally explodes and collapses on top of me in a shuddering,
twitching tangle of sweaty, shaking limbs. The sound of
his scream gets me right off with him and for the next
few minutes I'm seeing nothing but stars.
years I wasted playing with a telescope. Geez.
still wound around me like an anaconda as he spoons up
happily behind me in a bleary, contented, post-orgasmic
haze. "Jaaaack," he purrs as he scrunches his face into
my shoulder and heroically inhales. "JackJackJackJackJackJack.
gone. That's my boy. Happily adrift in the snuggle zone.
My turn to play.
ya doing, baby?" I ask him as I stroke the arms
wrapped around my chest.
giggles and kisses the nape of my neck. Geez, maybe he
wasn't kidding before! Well, that's no fun!
cheeks?" I venture.
giggling, accompanied by nuzzling. Crap.
we're laughing. This is creeping me out.
has segued into snorting and I am commencing to make myself
sick. If this doesn't piss him off NOTHING will.
laughs any harder he's going to hurt himself. Aw, for crying
- wait a minute!
playing with my head!" I sputter indignantly.
God, oh Jack you're so EASY!" he howls and collapses
roaring against me.
show YOU easy, you son of a bitch," I snarl as I twist
about in his arms and jump on him.
TICKLING, goddammit! Jack! Cut it out!
um, by the way, did I ever say thank you for the
whole…" I ask Daniel as the elevator doors close behind
your life thing?" he shrugs as the metal box we are the
sole occupants of starts descending into the maw of the
I nod. "And - "
not giving up on you thing?" he supplies, his small
grin getting a little wider.
That. I'm willing to let the carrots thing go, but did
is silent for a moment, and then he smiles at me. Not
one of his shy, fleeting, 'blink and you'll miss it smiles',
or his 'hurts him to do it but he'll manage one for you'
kind of smiles, or even one of the' I really do think that
was funny and I know it doesn't look like it, but this
is as good as it gets, folks', smiles.
this is THE SMILE. The one that makes my heart jump and
my toes curl, and I'm the only one who ever gets to see
it. Mine, all mine. Just like he is. The one that
looks like a cross between 'cat with all the cream' contented
and 'I know something I won't tell' smug, that slowly spreads
all over his face lighting him up like a Christmas tree.
With one big, fat, filthy secret.
yeah," he glows at me. "Fifteen or sixteen
times. At least."
No foolin'? That many?" Hey, I'm impressed.
dance as he does the screwing up his forehead thing like
he's giving something some serious thought.
now that I think about it, that was probably a slightly
conservative estimate. I wasn't exactly keeping score,
but if you want a more accurate total - OW!"
hate to cut him off like that but we've arrived.
"Hey, shtum!" I growl at him, elbowing him
sharply in the ribs as the car bottoms out on 28 and the doors
start to open. "Tell me later," I throw over
my shoulder and quickly exit.
too. Let's just say, he's not smiling now.
HURT!" he complains, loudly, gingerly rubbing his
side and burning a couple of reproachful holes in my back as
he follows me.
it as soon as he sees the crowd in the corridor. I'm not
saying the whole base turned out to welcome me back into
the fold, but I had a feeling one or two people would be
hanging around down here when they passed the word from
up top Jack was back.
kinda cool to run the gauntlet of well-wishers, and nice
to know they did miss me. By the time we coast into the
control room Daniel is smiling again.
your head isn't big enough already," he mutters at me as
let you take me firmly in hand later," I shoot back at
him and then smile engagingly at the assembled.
Hammond beams at me, a sincerely happy look on his large,
round face. "Welcome back. The place hasn't been
the same without you."
Teal'c adds gravely, his dark eyes sparkling. "The
past week has been distressingly uneventful with your
Davis mouths over his shoulder at me. He and Carter are
seated at the dialling computer, peering out the window.
Ah, they started without us. Wormhole's already hot and
the MALP is at the top of the ramp crawling into the event
have that!" I grin at him. "I'll get
right on stirring up some trouble forthwith."
you, Sir," Carter adds, not taking her eyes from her
instruments. "We knew we could count on you."
you, Carter, I missed you too.
what's up?" I ask.
dialled up P5H-653," Hammond explains.
- rings a bell, but before I can ask, Daniel perks up.
he says, excitedly. "If the pattern holds, what we
found on 651 and 652 - "
still doesn't compute.
MALP telemetry," Carter intones crisply.
and I move forward and take a look at the scene in the
vu," we say simultaneously.
I get it. 653!
one of those Deely-Bop planets," I observe as I look at
the same semi-circle of weird-ass alien structures we've
already checked out on the first two planets of this system.
Yep. Looks exactly the same. There's the huge
upside down bowl of spaghetti in the middle with the ice cream
cone on the right and the chocolate éclair on the left.
We've got the small forest of french fries on one end of
the circle and the hall of peas on the other.
imagine why but for some reason looking at the videos from
these planets always makes me hungry.
really wish you wouldn't call them that," Daniel mutters,
a little peevishly at me as his eyes rake over the video
what would YOU call them then?"
getting a slightly perturbed look on his face; the troubled
crease between his eyebrows is getting deeper by the second.
He's only using a couple of brain cells to answer me, the
rest of his attention is glued to the shaky image in front
of us as the MALP rumbles forward and pans about.
I don't KNOW what they call themselves, I haven't been
able to read…" His voice trails off for a second as he
switches the formerly diverted brain cells back to the
primary task. "That's odd," he mutters.
I prod. It's just like the two other planets we've
already been to. Same bunch of weird, abandoned alien
buildings. The only thing 'odd' about it is what the
guys responsible for them were thinking to have built such
dumb-ass ugly things in the first place - and then to have
done it twice more.
don't know why Carter and Daniel are so fired up about
these planets. From where I'm standing they're a total
write-off. Strictly snoresville. They figure the first
site was abandoned over twenty thousand years ago, the
second one fifteen thousand, and who ever the Deely-Bops
were, they were a completely alien race, no Earth origins
whatsoever, but other than that, they don't know squat
about the people or the places. We've been all over both
the previous sites with the proverbial fine-tooth comb
and UAV'ed the crap out of the planets themselves, and
all we've gotten out of it is a nice collection of alien
texts driving Daniel nuts because he can't make anything
of them and one or two doohickeys doing likewise to Carter
for exactly the same reason.
it's a professional pride thing. One thing they both have
in common, they hate being stumped.
'odd'? I prompt Daniel again, when he doesn't answer.
I don't know," he murmurs, and then starts chewing on his
lower lip, making me suddenly not give a crap about what's
on the screen.
I've seen it all before, wasn't too thrilling the first
two times, nothing new -
I'm getting very strong EM readings," Davis cuts in
for THAT. That's definitely new.
it, " Carter jumps on the read-outs like a miser finding
a lost penny.
Daniel blurts, his head snapping around. He almost bounds
over to Carter's side. "What is it? What are you
getting?" he asks her tersely.
can't be certain," Carter replies quickly with
unmistakable excitement. "They looked like EM
readings, but the energy signature keeps changing. They're
also fluctuating in intensity and I can't seem to localise
off and turns to the general. She looks so excited it's
all she can do to keep from bouncing in the chair.
Daniel, however, doesn't seem to be sharing her enthusiasm
at this new development. Which is odd. Come to think
of it, the way Daniel has been behaving since he's been
staring at that monitor, well, that's been odd as well.
Can't put my finger on it, but there's something. I'm
definitely keeping my eye on him as Carter starts her pitch
Hammond, I think we should go there and check it out,"
she bubbles. "These readings are anomalous, but they are
also clearly indicative of some form of existing technology
the other sites didn't possess. It would appear, as we
were expecting, this site is more recent than the others,
and with the readings - it's logical to assume they left
something behind unique to this site and I think - "
not sure that's such a good idea, Sam," Daniel says
help but notice Carter hasn't glanced his way once since
we got here, but she's looking at him now. And if looks
NOT, Daniel?" she asks, the edge in her voice
I've been wondering if they've managed to sort things out
between them. Guess I'm getting my answer.
bless him, ever the peacemaker steps forward, instantly
responding to the sudden, tense current twitching through
Jackson, do you have some concerns about these readings?"
he asks kindly. "Some reason to believe this technology
might pose a threat?"
looks unhappily down at Sam and then at the man addressing
him. "Um - I - " he starts to stammer, but then Carter
cuts him off.
haven't had any 'concerns' about any of the material we've
retrieved from the other sites," Carter reminds him, a
little forcefully. "You said they were a peaceful,
closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before responding.
"What I SAID was I could see no indications from the site
they had any REASON to be aggressive. However, that
doesn’t preclude the possibility they were xenophobic -
which could in itself be a problem. It doesn't seem
likely but without being able decipher their language and
make an accurate determination from the written texts they've
left behind - still, it's something we shouldn't
not making a sound, just staring at him, letting him talk,
but the 'sucking a lemon' expression is firmly in place.
Daniel wraps his arms around himself, ducks his head against
the glare and forges resolutely on.
two previous sites didn't appear to be abandoned due to
wars or invasions, or any other outside hostile influences
compelling the inhabitants to leave so that would seem
to indicate they had no need for defensive technology,
and so far that has proven to be the case, but still…
The relocations appear to have been entirely voluntary.
Nor have we seen evidence they attempted to colonize or
invade any other planets, which would suggest they were
not themselves hostile or aggressive, but that's by no
means conclusive. Anyway, from everything we've been able
to extrapolate from the sites the former inhabitants appear
to have been unique to this system. Which raises the problem
of - if they're not here, where did they go? And why?"
Carter nods tightly, her eyes still sparking at him. "All
the more reason to go and check the place out. As this
IS the last inhabited site, the answers we are looking
for are probably here. I don't understand what the problem
is, Daniel, if we've got nothing to fear from their technology
just because whatever they left behind isn't harmful for
them and they didn't INTEND for it to be harmful for anyone
else, it doesn't mean it still won't be," Daniel counters
earnestly. He's not enjoying this. He's worried,
but he doesn't want to rain on her parade, either.
"We're dealing with an unknown alien race here. We
don't know WHY they did ANYTHING. We haven't got a clue what's
out there - what any of it MEANS! Without being able to
read any of the texts we have no insights as to their motivations,
their psychology, their intentions. For all we know we
could be unintentionally sticking our fingers into the
alien equivalent of a light socket. Maybe they didn't mean
for it to fry us, but if we don't realise we're not supposed
to DO it - "
what do you suggest we do, Daniel, nothing?" Carter
snaps at him.
he stammers again. "That's - that's not what I'm
saying. I just think - "
go take a look, but we'll be careful," I butt in.
"Not go charging off half-cocked. No assumptions
about anything we find - if we find anything at all - until
we've given everything a very careful in situ evaluation.
Will that do it for both of you?"
of blue eyes swing my way. Neither one is completely happy
with what I've just said. Carter wants to GO - Daniel
doesn't. Which, like I said before is odd, but
before I can follow up on what I'm seeing on his face they
turn to each other.
Daniel says quietly and Carter frowns at him for a bit
before giving him a grudging nod.
if you're satisfied the risk is acceptable you have a
go," Hammond announces.
you, Sir," Carter beams as she turns her attention back
to her readings.
prepared to depart at 1400 hours," Hammond tells us and
then turns to me. "Good to have you back, Colonel,
" he claps me on the shoulder before leaving the control
I ask quietly, grabbing his arm as he tries to walk past
me. He's got 'THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA' written all over
his face in huge, flashing letters.
I - " he flounders, "I just don't know."
really think we shouldn't go?" I ask him, very seriously.
he replies, unhappily and unconvincingly, after a backward
look at Carter. "There's just - I mean I think - I don't
know," he mutters fiercely, staring down at his shoes.
"I can't explain it."
don't want to go. What's going on, Daniel, what's this
all about? This isn't like you. Is this simply
caution - or something else?
to try and find out when he abruptly pulls his arm free.
"I'm going to go to my office and take another look at
the footage from 651 and 652," he announces curtly and
books, briskly, without another word.
so we go. But one's thing for damned sure; I'm keeping
one eye on the scenery and the other on Daniel.
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- SERIOUS CLIFFHANGER ALERT
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if you decide you want to risk it.
in the saddle again. Control room dramas aside, it feels
damned good to be up on my feet, geared to the teeth and
stomping around on alien soil once more. Nice day for
it too. Not a cloud in the sky. Not too many trees, either.
Just your usual, run of the mill alien conundrum.
same old, same old.
and Carter made up in the gear-up room. Sort of. Actual
conversation happened between them, and while things are
still a tad - prickly - there was no overt snarking, bloodletting
or fisticuffs. Progress, in my book. The
current state of the union of SG-1 is more than I was
expecting and less than I hoped for. Somewhere in the
neighbourhood of a grudging truce. It's a start.
you think we'll find out where the Deely-Bops went?"
I inquire conversationally of the slightly frowning
archaeologist at my side as we stroll down the stairs.
Carter moves quickly past us, her eyes glued to the gismo
softly beeping in her hands. Teal'c's already taken up
a position at the base of the stairs where he stands, alertly
relaxed, watching everything.
Carter fusses as she frowns at her gismo. "Just
like before. The readings are all over the place.
They're strong, but I can't pin down where they're coming
from, get a fix - "
" Daniel heaves an exasperated sigh, his gaze carefully
sweeping the semi-circle of alien take-out in front of
the gate. The concerned crease in his brow gets deeper;
he's slowing down the pace.
know, I know, don't call them that," I finish for him.
"Well, what would YOU call them? We've got to call
them something - right?" I casually return as I
look around too, trying to figure out what's worrying him.
This set up looks depressingly identical to 651 and 652 and I
remember all too well what a BLAST those two trips were.
you, I don't know what to call them…"
heard you before, but can't you give it a shot, make an
educated - Daniel?"
slams to a stop on the bottom step and roots himself there.
Carter has also stopped advancing. She's standing about
twenty feet in front of us, waving her gismo - oh excuse
me, - instrument - around, but from the look on her face
she's still getting the readings run-around.
gnaws his bottom lip as he squints at the structures.
"Definitely better preserved than the last site," he
nods and frowns. More recently inhabited…"
doesn't look any happier than he did in the control room
and I still don't get it. This should be good news, for
a couple of reasons. Shouldn't it?
that," I pipe up. "The condition of this site
- compared to the others - doesn't it support your theory the
Deely-bops migrated to each successive planet and started
over for - whatever reason, rather than each world being
simultaneously colonised… What?" I grin at
the sudden, startled look he shoots me. "I listen.
Occasionally. When I haven't got anything else better to
nods and goes back to looking over the site and looking
perplexed. This is what he was expecting, but he's not
acting like it's good news. I also can't help but notice
he's not exactly hurrying to scurry into the buildings
to see if he can find some more cool stuff the departing
locals might have left behind. What's up with that?
over at Teal'c. He's watching Daniel. Me too, now
that I realise what's going on. Daniel's doing that two
and twelve thing again he started in the control room.
Although he still doesn't look any closer to giving about
what he's coming up with than he did before.
Carter sometimes loses her patience with him, thinks these
'hunches' of his come out of nowhere, and so did I, once
upon a time, until I learned to stop putting him down and
dismissing him, listened to him, WATCHED him - and finally
bought a clue.
just pull this stuff out of thin air; he looks, he sees,
and then he puts it all together. He uses all his senses
and his brains to get a take on the surroundings the way
Carter uses her instruments and her 'readings' and from
what his body language is screaming right now his radar
is pinging bigtime.
is he seeing? I don't get it, but if Daniel is getting
spooked… I glance over at Teal'c and see the big guy
tensing. Oh yeah, we're on the same page here.
missing," Daniel murmurs, stepping down onto the dusty
stone, his perplexed eyes methodically devouring the
starting to mutter out loud now, which in never a good sign.
I'm trying to catch what he's on about when Carter lets
one fly and kinda startles me.
she exclaims. 'The energy just spiked - I'm getting a
fix." She starts walking briskly forward toward the
bowl of spaghetti; her eyes still glued to her readings.
is the last planet in the system, more recently occupied
than all the others, but also abandoned," Daniel rattles
out. "Abandoned, clearly abandoned, but why? Why the
successive migrations, the identical sites and where…
What was it all about? There's no sign of mass
destruction or war, no evident reason for each exodus,
possibly, possibly disease, possibly some cultural imperative,
religious, possibly religious, depletion of a necessary
natural resource - I don't know - something, but this is
the last planet in the system so there's nowhere left for
them to go, but clearly they went SOMEWHERE. It's possible
they gated to ANOTHER system but Teal'c hasn't seen…
No, they didn't use the gate. They didn't - wait a
minute, wait a minute!" Daniel breaks off and gapes
straight ahead. "The monument - where's the
monument? How could I have missed - Oh SHIT!"
He's right! Where's that funny looking little slab of
stone with the stuff all over it that was at all the other
sites? Right about where Carter is headed…
there but a lot of nothing so I'm a little surprised when
Daniel suddenly takes off like he's got a swarm of angry
hornets on his tail.
he bellows. "Don't step on it!"
too excited by what she's seeing, or she doesn't hear him
or something, 'cause she's still walking and Daniel has
almost reached her when I see it.
of ground where the AWOL slab is supposed to be. There's
a large, circular area that's a slightly darker colour
than the rest of the surrounding stone. It's hard to see
with the fine layer of dust coating everything, but the
more that I look at it, yep, it's definitely a different
colour. Why that should be cause for alarm - beats me,
but Daniel's plenty alarmed.
he's also a little too slow. He catches up to Carter and
grabs her by the arm just as she steps onto the suspect
happens next makes 'alarming' look tame by comparison.
Carter's foot connects there's a low, harsh 'poof' that
blows not only all the dust off the circle but all of us
off of our feet. I crash to the ground and am fighting
to crawl back up again the very next second. I'm a bit
winded, but it's no big deal. I'm up on my hands and knees,
shaking my head to focus and then feel Teal'c's large,
hard hand around my forearm.
to my feet almost as fast as I went down. The first
thing I see is Carter and Daniel not moving, sprawled out
on the surface of what looks like a large, featureless
oval made of tinfoil. That's what the stuff reminds me
of, the way it's shining and crinkling and then it hits
me maybe it's not the foil itself winking and sparkling
it's the air all around the circle, rippling, distorting
the perception of everything on the inside.
I groan. "Force-field."
Teal'c intones grimly.
Carter!" I yell at them as we lope toward the
barrier. By the time we get there Daniel is sitting up
holding his head, and Carter is starting to stir.
he grimaces as he gingerly rubs the back of his head.
"That was - interesting." He spares me a
reassuring look and then turns to help Carter up.
"Are you okay, Sam?"
yeah, I think so," she quickly nods. "What
from where I'm standing it looks like you've tripped some
kind of alien booby trap." I reply, a little harshly.
Okay, sue me. I'm worried. "Didn't we have
enough fun with the last one we've got to go and find another
one our first time out?"
trap?" Daniel murmurs as he helps Sam to her feet.
He's wearing that 'oh, I don't think so' look on his face
as he ambles toward the barrier and before I can yell at
him not to, reaches out a finger and touches it.
gives off some pretty, shooty sparks and sizzles a bit,
and Daniel actually grins as he pushes at it again.
"Tickles," he explains sheepishly and then gets a
load of the look on my face. "It's okay, Jack, it doesn't
hurt a bit. I was pretty sure - "
sure?" I accuse. "You go sticking your finger
in an alien force field on the strength of 'pretty
forgetting the haste with which he took after Carter and
tried to stop her from putting her foot into it in the
first place. And I'm wondering after all the worrying
he did previous to this development why he suddenly seems
to be so unconcerned about the current situation.
me one of those slightly hurt, affronted glares and I feel
like a heel. I always do, when he does that to me. I
think he's starting to catch on.
pretty sure," he asserts. "That is, I wasn't sure
what would happen, not exactly, I mean, I knew there was
something here, but WHY it's here - exactly - what the
purpose of this device is - "
think the purpose is fairly obvious." Carter pipes
up from behind. "What the colonel said, this is
some kind of trap and we've sprung it."
From what I saw try YOU, Carter.
gives an impatient 'humph' and rounds on Carter. "I don't
think that's 'obvious' at all," he begins tersely.
"We've seen nothing at any of the other sites to suggest
these people had any enemies or anything to be afraid of.
It doesn't make any sense. Why would they need to leave
something behind to contain a threat when - "
I don't know, Daniel," Carter bristles and flings and arm
out, describing a wide circle. "Force-field? Us
stuck inside it? If it looks like a trap and feels like
a trap it's logical to assume - "
if you're too close-minded to consider any other
options," Daniel mutters meanly.
time to get them out of there before they start throwing
punches. Teal'c's already circled over to the far side
of the field. We're probably wasting our time giving this
a shot, but we won't know until we try.
I admonish them as I wave at Teal'c to let 'er rip.
sees me signal and whips his head around. Teal'c already
has his staff weapon smoking and pointed at the shield.
DON'T!" he yells as the blast hits.
dome of the shield sparks fiercely in response. Carter
and Daniel shrink away from the furious sparkage as the
energy from the staff weapon arcs impressively, and entirely
ineffectively across the entire outer surface. It
crackles and sparkles for several seconds before petering
out. Daniel is still looking - concerned - and a couple
of seconds later he has plenty of company.
boy," Carter looks down at her feet, which have
disappeared in a thick cloud of white gas covering the entire
surface of the oval ankle deep and rising rapidly.
Teal'c!" I exclaim, trying to keep the panic out of my
voice. "Problem! Any suggestions how we can
get them out of there. Like NOW?"
has instinctively reached out to pull Sam close, but he's
looking back at me, his eyes locked on mine, level, calm.
Trying to reassure me.
he might not be worried, but I'm shitting bricks, thank
you very much. And I'm on the right side of the field.
of no assistance we can render them, O'Neill," Teal'c's
deep voice tolls dully in my ear.
I knew there was nothing he could do, and it's happening
too fast. The level of the gas is up to Carter's chest,
and her eyes are wide with apprehension as she looks at
myself to the field fighting to see through the resulting
pyrotechnics, straining for a glimpse of Daniel's face
as the gas continues to crawl up their bodies. He looks
a little nervous, but not as much as he should be. I want
to scream and claw at the barrier between us, but -
worry, Jack," he tells me calmly, smiling serenely as the
level of the gas surges up over his head, swallowing them
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