FOCAL POINT BY PHOENIX
Daniel involved in a loving and committed relationship, which usually involves
Relationship. Angst. Drama. Hurt/Comfort
Darkness, Daniel and the colour Brown
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Originally completed and posted to the net 21 Apr
Notes: Thanks to Biblio for the input, catching my misakes and for kindly
and correctly telling me, after reading my first shot at this, I could do
better. Hopefullly, I have!
Nope. Don't like that. What kind of a word is that
- brown? It's got no 'je ne sais quoi', no sparkle, no
fire. No soul. It's so…brown. Okay,
technically it's accurate, his eye are, well, brown, but
we can do better than that. Brown! How un…un… no way,
it's just not good enough. Brown! Think of something
better. Think of something else. Come on, you can do
it. Not like you've got anything better to do, Daniel.
trying to stay alive, maybe, possibly, perhaps?
it's cold in here. So damned cold. I shouldn't be cold.
Shouldn't be here. I should be nice and warm, snuggled
up with Jack in a huge, tacky bed in the tackiest theme
suite in Vegas. For an entire week. Seven glorious fuck-filled
days. Just me and Jack and a bed. Buck naked.
Us, not the bed. I should be nice and warm and naked, and
right about now Jack should be licking chocolate syrup off
my stomach. Or was it maple syrup? He keeps wanting
to try me with new things.
sure doesn't look like Vegas. Cold, dark, damp hole in
the ground's more like it. Yeah, oh yeah, definitely my
first choice for where I wanted to be spending my week
off. Who needs Vegas, or Jack? Getting licked within an
inch of my life and returning the favour as much as possible
for the next seven days? No, no really. This is fine,
this is nice. I'm good. I'd really much rather be here,
getting my ribs kicked in - several times - and then thrown
into this lovely, dark, underground icebox to slowly starve
or freeze to death. Whichever comes first. This is much
better. Thank you.
Not brown. A better word than brown. Gotta think
of one. Hey, I've got the time.
Really cold. Think warm thoughts. That's what they say
you should do when you're - you're freezing. Or is it
don't fall asleep? Can't - can't remember.
Stinking Goa'uld and their stinking, stolen technology.
This is all their fault. Goddamned stinking Washington
war mongers with their weapons obsession.
was smart. Way smarter than us. As soon as we got the word
we had the time off he beat it through the gate and went
to see Rya'c. Didn't waste any time making himself scarce.
He's nice and warm right now, I'll bet. Not me. I not
only had to be the only one in the whole damned SGC who
could read Goa'uld and was reachable by phone, but also
the one stupid enough to go back to get the damned phone
just as we were heading out the door. Wait, Jack, we
should answer it, it might be important. Idiot. I
should have listened to Jack and let it ring. Boy, I'm
never gonna hear the end of this one. Told ya. Told
ya. Yeah, I can hear him now. Smug bastard. Go on,
rub it in. When you're right, you're right.
is one big, huge mistake. I shouldn't be here right now.
I should be with Jack. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Just as long as it's with him. I should have listened
to Jack - Colonel 'I'm telling you, I've got a bad feeling
about this' O'Neill with his 'brown until I can think of
a better word to describe them' eyes.
I could hear him right now. Gloating, yelling, tearing
me a new one. He sure wasn't a happy camper when I got
called back to the mountain. He got even unhappier when
he found out I was the only one going gating with SG-6.
Linguists only, please, colonels superfluous to mission
exactly turning cartwheels of joy myself at either prospect.
Stinking SG-6. They were just supposed to be on P8Y-716
to do a mineral survey, they weren't supposed to be finding
half-buried entrances to abandoned Goa'uld underground
complexes. Over-achievers. Bet they're all nice
and warm right now too.
no one realised that's what it was at the time. Nothing
more than a front entrance to the rabbit's warren. They
thought it was a bunker. An abandoned storage facility.
Possibly a weapons depot. Chock full of all sorts of Goa'uld
goodies. That's what the war mongers were looking for.
Hoping to find. The possibility got everyone pretty
excited, anyway. This could be the big one, all right.
We've hit the motherlode, so let's get the genius in and
have him do the open sesame routine. Find out what we've
were they ever fooled.
all that fuss and furious expectation was definitely worth
what we found. Worth getting screwed over my plans to
get screwed, worth having to listen to Jack rant and go
into psycho protector mode, and definitely worth getting
my head kicked in.
the door and what do we find? Poor Mother Hubbard's cupboard
was bare. No weapons, no technology, no nothing. Just
a big empty room. I didn't put it all together at time.
I was only just starting to check out the panels in the
back when the Aert showed up. It didn't hit me, not until
the Aert grabbed me later, while they were occupying SG-6
with parlour tricks, brought me down here, started hitting
me for real, what it was we had actually found.
door. Not a bunker at all. A vestibule.
Foyer. Check your hat and coat at the door and give the secret
password. Those panels covered a concealed entrance to this
underground tunnel complex. I'd lay money on it. I'll bet
there's a set of transport rings on the other side. If
I'd had a few more minutes to keep on snooping I'd have
found them. I would have found them if the Aert hadn't
shown up just when they did.
must have been watching the place. Saw SG-6 check it out
and go away, then bring me back, watched me open the door.
They showed up to distract us - me - to get me out of there
before I could figure it out. Before I could get the
inner door open and expose their secret.
why they've been hitting me! They're angry - scared,
they've been living down here, in these tunnels, hiding
down here. That's why the UAV didn't pick up any signs
on the surface of human habitation. They don't live up
top, they live down here. The entrance SG-6 found hadn't
been disturbed for centuries, and the Aert brought me down
here another way. So there's more than one way down.
More than one entrance. Probably all hidden. Hidden.
could be a problem.
have been lurking down here. Underground. Living
in the complex, hiding. They're afraid of being found.
Afraid of who or what, I have no idea, but given their
actions, I think it's pretty safe to assume they're afraid
of something. They definitely don't trust us. They
don't know who we are, where we've come from. They're trying
to hide from us, protect their people underground, trying
to keep us from finding out where they're living.
the only threat to them; I'm the one who was able to open
the outer door. That's why they kidnapped me, but why all
the rest of it? Are they punishing me for doing it or
are they trying to find out what I know? If I'm the only
one who can read the symbols? Who we are - why we've come?
What I've told the others? I'd be more than willing to
help them out and ease their worries, but it's not like
they've given me a chance. Peaceful explorers, here, we
haven't come to wipe you out. All they had to do was ask,
but so far they haven't done any actual questioning, just
yelled at me and hit me. A lot.
SG-6 is all right and I'm the only one the Aert invited
to this little bash and greet ceremony. I hope they've
already high-tailed it back to the SGC. They must have
missed me by now. I can't tell how long I've been here,
but it has to be morning. Has to be. They must have missed
me by now and gone back. God I hope so. I hope
they're safe. I hope someone knows I'm missing. Someone
has to know by now. They have to be looking for me.
Jack - Jack will be looking for me.
Where will he look? Up on the surface? Ooops!
Wrong answer. I'm not up there. But then that's us
archaeologists, always getting lost in our work.
Can't get the damned word out of my head. Eyes. Jack's
eyes. I wish I could see them. God, I'd love to be
able to see anything but black. That's another boring
word. I can think of lots of different words for black.
I can, but I don't want to. I'm up to here with black. I'll
keep working on brown.
didn't want me to come here with SG-6. More specifically,
he didn't want me to come here without him. Mad? Oh
yeah, he was really ticked. Practically postal at one
point. Yelling at me for being the only person in the
SGC who could read Goa'uld, like somehow this was all my
fault. Doctor Indispensable. It has to be you, it
always has to be frigging YOU!
I yelled a little bit myself. It's not my fault the
goddamned military - the goddamned military he goddamned
works for - was so hot to trot for bigger and better things
to blow up the galaxy with they couldn't wait until after
we'd gotten our kicks to get theirs. They had to see what
was behind the door marked 'G' ASAP. You know, Jack, no
sacrifice is too great for the cause.
so maybe I was a little harsh. I work for them too. I
understand how important it is we leave no stone unturned,
do everything we can to ensure the safety of the Earth.
I get it. I don't always like it, the technological focus
of our 'prime directive', but I get it. They could have
been right. There could have been something there, something
which could have been a great help in the fight against
the Goa'uld. Jack gets it too. He wasn't mad at me, or
the fact we had to put our plans on hold for the greater
good of the Earth. He was just being Jack. Being worried
for me. Constantly obsessing about my ass. Both having
it, and keeping it safe so he gets to have it some more.
He's almost as attached to it as I am.
him a hard time about that, too. I told him he worries
too much. He was being irrational. You would think he
thought I was some kind of accident waiting to happen the
instant I was out of his sight. What did I say to him
- what could possibly happen to me in broad daylight
surrounded by four big guys with guns? It's not like I
was going to be here very long. Based on what I saw from
the video SG-6 brought back, I knew I probably wasn't going
to have any problems getting the job done. Hike over there,
do my thing. Say the magic words, pierce the mystic portal.
Voila! In and out. Piece of cake.
worry, Jack, I'll be back before you can even miss me.
what I said to him. I guess I was wrong. I guess I've
got a whole lot of 'I told you so's' from my colonel in
my future. I hope so, anyway. God, I really hope so.
so what about this brown situation? What's another shade
of brown? Tan? Definitely not. No way near dark enough.
And it certainly doesn't sound any more exciting. That's
not it. Taupe? That's worse than brown. Why is this so
hard? I'll just have to keep thinking, keep trying to
get it. No way I'm letting this get the best of me.
in this place really sucks. I wonder if they'll let me
complain to the management about the substandard condition
of the accommodations. On second thought, I'll pass.
I really don't need another beating. I'll just lie here,
try not to breathe too much or freeze to death.
to say, not so easy to do. I can't even get up and walk
around to get the blood flowing. Courtesy of the Aert,
I'm a little too banged up for that. I've been here for
a long time. Don't know how long for sure, but it's been
a long time. Really long time. I could use a cup of coffee,
but room service leaves a lot to be desired. Coffee's
brown. Well, not when it's black coffee. Then it's -
black. It's brown when you add cream to it. The colour's
pretty close, but coffee with cream is more than one word.
Nuts. I've got to stop thinking about coffee. Or food.
Nuts are brown. God! Stop it! Think of something else.
I can't even play I Spy. It's too dark to see anything,
even if I could keep my eyes open. Besides, like a lot
of things, it's really not as much fun by yourself.
gotten used to the darkness, but the stillness is another
thing. It's just so quiet. There's water dripping somewhere,
but other than that, I haven't heard anything but the sound
of my own breathing for ages. Nothing to hear, here but
me wheezing and that creepy, constant, irregular…wait for
it…splat, echoing in the darkness. Nothing else.
Nothing else moving, breathing, living. Just me in the
dark in this god-awful silence in some long lost and forgotten
Goa'uld underground labyrinth where no one is probably
ever going to find me.
cheerful. Making me feel a whole lot better. Maybe I
should go back to thinking about food.
Nworb. Nope, doesn't sound any better backwards. This
is really starting to piss me off.
is still bleeding. Something keeps running into my eyes.
I think I'll leave it, just keep them closed. Nothing to
see here anyway. I can't move my arm any more to wipe
it away and it hurts too much to try. It's so cold. I
can't stop shaking. Side - my side's getting numb.
I'm getting numb. Floor's cold. I'm cold.
as vacations go, I gotta say this one really sucks. I'm
going to have words with my travel agent when I get home.
I don't care if this place did get four gold stars, it's
definitely not my idea of a good time. The attitude of
the staff leaves a lot to be desired. The floor is way
too hard. Would it kill them turn up the heat? Lousy ambience,
rotten décor, and I guess meals weren't included. Now
they tell me. Someone is definitely going to be hearing
from me when I get home.
shouldn't complain, though. This is nothing; I can think
of someone who's got some real problems. You know what
they say, no matter how bad you think things are, cheer
up, because somewhere out there, there's some poor bastard
who's even worse off than you are. I wouldn't want to be
in Major Edward's shoes right now. You want to talk dead
man walking, the second his foot hits that ramp and Jack
finds out he's gone and lost me the major won't be long
for this world or any other you can shake a gate at. Edwards
would be better off seeking sanctuary from the nearest
System Lord than owning up to Jack he's let his archaeologist
get appropriated. It was bad enough Jack was threatening
to make Edwards sign for me before he let him take me off
world like I was - requisition-able.
linguist on temporary issue, sign here as received in good
working order. You don't bring him back in the same
condition you got him and I'm taking it out of your hide.
no return? You break him, you bought him?
Edwards figured he was better off taking his chances with
the universe then he was going back to Earth and facing
Jack a Jackson short. Hell, if all the rest of them went
with him, I can't say I blame them. I think stouter hearts
than his would be quite daunted by the prospect of having
to tell Colonel O'Neill he was the one who finally managed
to get the colonel's personal cross to bear killed.
that's me. Major Edwards, soon to be deceased. I'm the
guy that offed the archaeologist. I'm scheduled for
termination at midnight. So, shall I put you down for my VCR?
The colonel's got dibs on the stereo.
don't think like that. I'm not dead yet. I'm still
breathing. Hurts, everything hurts, but I can feel it
hurting and I'm still breathing. Freezing to death,
possibly bleeding to death, but still breathing. That's
good, right? Where there's pain, there's hope?
That smarts. Don't crack yourself up, Jackson, you're
too cracked up. No trying to be a lie-down comedian,
your ribs will thank you for your restraint. Think,
think of something else. Something that isn't food, isn't
funny and isn't brown. Something…think of something…keep
is it with brown? Pick any other colour in the spectrum
and you have some really interesting options. Magenta.
That sounds nice. I like that. Cerulean. Oooh. Pretty.
Vermilion. Now we're talking. Fuschia.
That's got a nice, sensual sound. Aquamarine. Cool, but
classy. Indigo. That's a good one. Sounds exotic.
Mysterious. Brown. Why does it have to be brown? I
can't work with brown!
eyes, brown, what else is brown…caramel. Too light, but
sounds sweet. Sweet and gooey. Jack gets that way
sometimes, but he'd kill me if I said so. Mushy.
He says he hates mush, but he is such a romantic, and so
demonstrative. Completely uninhibited when it comes to
expressing affection. Jack's the grand gesture guy all
the way. He'd spray paint 'Jack loves Daniel' all over
Cheyenne Mountain in twenty-foot letters…if he could. If
things were different, he would. He's not afraid to let
me see how much he loves me. He might not always say it,
but he doesn't have to. He just - does it. I like that
about him, the way he makes me feel. Because he wants to.
No other reason.
he make me feel? Cherished. Special. No one can
make me feel as special as Jack does. He doesn't know
how much that means to me. It's hard for me - hard for
me to show him, though. I think he knows - I'm - I'm - of
course he knows. He must know. I try. I keep
trying. I want him to know, want him to understand how
much he means to me. I just can't - sometimes I just
can't. Nothing to do with him, it's just me.
know. He deserves to know. I love him. He
should know that with as much certainty as I know he loves me.
As soon as I see him again - as soon as I get out of here
- changes. Going to be some changes. Good ones.
I have to worry about is the 'getting out of here' part.
looking for me yet? Does Jack know I'm missing?
There's no way to know, but I wish I did all the same.
Jack will come after me. He'll come - he'll look.
He'll look. Where will he look? The others don't
even know about this place. That's if they're not prisoners as
well. No way to know that either. Shit. This is
bad, this is bad, isn't it? I'm in trouble. Think
I'd better face some facts here. I'm definitely in shit.
Very deep shit. Oh yeah, major ca-ca.
will come looking for me. I know he will, of course he
will, but - now here's the problem. The complication.
The wrinkle. The fly in the ointment. Where will Jack look?
He won't give up, he'll never give up, he'll scour the
surface of this entire planet looking for me, but it won't
do him any good. Me either. I'm not up there, not anywhere
where he'll be looking. Jack will be looking, but he'll
be looking in the wrong place. I'm not up there; I'm
down here. Not up top, below. Underground.
Right under his feet, but he won't know it. He'll be
looking all right, but not in the right place.
here, Jack, look down.
Six feet under. Oh, probably more than that. Way
more. Way down there. Down in the ground, in the dark,
in the quiet. The silence of the grave. I'm
already in the ground, saves them the trouble of burying me.
is brown. Can be. So is dirt. I'm surrounded by
brown. Brown wins. Oh God.
I should stop thinking like this. Quit burying myself,
I'm not dead yet. Not dead, not dead, not going to die.
I know what it looks like, it's completely, utterly hopeless,
nobody knows what's happened to me, no one has any idea
where to find me, there's no possible way they can
find me because they don't know where to look, nobody's
coming for me because they can't find me, but that doesn't
mean I'm going to die. It isn't over 'til it's over and
it isn't over yet. I've been in worse spots than this,
though exactly when or how - well, nothing's coming to
mind at the moment, but I have, let's just go with that,
I have been in worst spots than this, and I'm still here.
also here, and that's the problem. Big problem.
going to freak out here, not going to panic. I have to
believe, have to hold on. Have to keep myself calm and
try not to think about how bad it's looking. Don't make
myself nuts, it won't do any good to panic. Show a
little backbone, Daniel, have some faith. You know
Jack's out there, looking for you. You know if you can't
count on anything or anyone else, you can count on Jack.
Think about Jack. That's - that's what I have to do.
Jack. Jack. Toast? Toast is brown. Unless
Jack makes it, then it's black. Great, thinking about
food again, now I'm really hungry. That was helpful.
it's so cold. Too cold. It's getting hard to think
of anything but how cold it is. I'm going numb.
Everything's getting numb. That's probably not good, but
at least I'm not hurting as much. But that's not good
either. Not that the pain was great, but it was
something, something to focus on. Keep a grip on myself
with. Numb. Getting numb. And cold. No more
pain. Just…cold… Feeling tired now. Sleepy. It's the
cold. Making everything fuzzy. I don't feel anything,
I just want to drift, drift off to sleep. Go to sleep
and never wake up again.
Don't do that! No sleeping! Don't give up! Jack
will come. He will! He won't stop looking. I
can't give up, I have to hang on. I need something.
I need Jack but he's not here, so I need something else,
something to focus on. I can't fall asleep. Can't sleep.
Mustn't sleep. I won't wake up if I fall asleep.
up Jack'll kill me.
it! No laughing!
Focus. Think. Brown, brown eyes. Chocolate?
That's a nice, warm brown, and comes in different shades.
Light to dark. It can be warm, warm and smooth, rich and
melting, but it doesn't sparkle. Not like Jack's eyes.
It's close, but it still doesn't do it. I wish I could
find the word that would do those eyes justice. The way
they look after we make love, all soft and dark and shimmering.
Luminous, warm and soothing. Nice. And that grin
on his face. Sloppy and sated and so damned sexy.
Shit-eating. Oh yeah, shit is brown too.
that's funny. Oh God, no laughing. Laughing hurts.
Jack's got a great smile. As big as his heart. I
don't dare tell him what that smile does to me. Don't
want his head getting any bigger than it already is. Big
head, warm heart? Oh, I can't feel my fingers any more.
Can't make them move. Shit, oh shit, don't - don't get
scared. Focus. Stay calm. Stay awake. Don't
think about anything else but…
My fingers…my fingers in Jack's hair. Jack's hair…the
way it feels between my fingers. Have to remember -
remember how he feels. Focus. Fingers. Moving
them. Through Jack's hair, down, down onto his face.
Feel it. Fingers, can't move them - dammit! Fingers
on Jack's face, gliding, feeling, tracing across, reading,
learning, loving, like I've done so many times, hundreds
of times. I know every contour, every angle, every plane.
Like reading Braille, only a lot more fun. I've known
every single inch of him, touch, taste, smell, all of Jack,
a part of me, all I have to do is close my eyes, I can
- I want to…
Jack, I don't want to die like this. Not so far away
from you, not alone, not without being able to see you,
touch you, tell you -
it! Focus! Talk to me, Jack. I need to hear your
voice. It's so dark, there's blood in my eyes - can't -
I can't see you now. The light in your eyes - I'm losing
it. It's so cold, so quiet. Talk to me. It's getting so
hard to stay awake, to hold on. You have to help me hold
on, Jack. Talk to me. Tell me it's going to be all right.
You're always saying that to me. I need to hear it now.
Tell me you're on your way. You're coming for me. Say
my name as only you can. You know the way. Making it
sound so dirty and divine at the same time. Jack?
Jack? Help me. I can't do this without you.
you. I hope you know. I do…sorry…
Where are you? Dammit! Okay, here we go again.
Teal'c - you take that corridor. I'll go this way.
DANIEL! Come on, Daniel, help me out. We
know you're down here somewhere. Daniel! Grunt or
something, can't ya?"
That's funny, I could swear I just heard Jack.
Jesus, Jesus, thank GOD! DANIEL! Daniel, keep
talking! I'm trying to find you! FUCK!
What the hell was that? I hate this stinking place.
like Jack, but it can't be. I'm been down here in the dark
so long, I'm hearing things now, what I want to hear but
it's not real. Can't be. Jack's not really here. My mind's
going - probably getting close to check-out time. Not
exactly the way I wanted to leave here, but I guess my
luck had to run out some time. Damn. I know it can't be
Jack, but what could it hurt? I'll play along.
Christ! Hold on, buddy, I'm coming!"
coming. That's nice. Wish it was really true.
I'll just lie here then, shall I?" Like I've got a
choice. Death or death. I'm taking this rather well, all
things considered, don't you think, Jack? After all, it
isn't even my first time.
Jesus, Jesus, Danny, oh God, look at you - what did
those bastards DO to you? Sorry, so sorry, we got
here as soon as we could! DOC! TEAL'C! I've found
him! Need some help, here, he's hurt bad!"
that? That's a light. Hands on my face, Touching. Wiping
my eyes. Know those hands. I'd know them in my
sleep. Just like I know those lips. So soft against
mine, so gentle.
love, easy. Don't try to talk. You're safe, now.
I've got you. The Doc is coming, we'll have you out of
here in no time. Crap, you're freezing!"
little cold. Feeling a lot better now, though. Jack.
It really is Jack. I'm not imagining him. He's
the hell over here with that stretcher! I need a
blanket - quick! He's fucking cold as ice, here!"
hasn't improved any, from the sounds of things. That's
my Jack. As sweet tempered as always.
on, Daniel, stay with me. It's okay. You're going
to be fine. I'm here now. We're taking you home."
nice. I'd like to go home. The service in this
place…sucks. Management gives you attitude."
say I care for it too much myself, Danny. Hurry it up,
will you, Doc? I want to get him topside. Like
get any arguments from me.
I made it. Didn't give up. Knew you'd come.
Hung - hung in - "
sure did, Danny. You did good."
don't like it here. Can we go now?"
betcha. Doc's just got to fix you up a bit here, and
then we're blowing this joint."
I'll let you drive. Don't think I'm up to it right now."
here. It's all right. I can sleep now.
floating, swaying. Moving. It feels strange.
Feels wrong. Like before, when the Aert came for me.
want to go with them! NO!
Danny, you're safe. It's just us. Relax, we're
almost to the gate. Almost home."
voice. Jack's hand on my shoulder. Not the Aert.
Jack. Safe. Don't need to worry. I can relax.
Jack's taking me home. But what about - I have to know -
safe and accounted for. I - ah - insisted on coming over
and seeing how you all were doing when Edwards missed his
morning check-in. Found 'em all out like lights.
No sign of the locals, no sign of you. Whatever they
were drugged with, they've come out of it okay."
mean Edwards…still - still alive?"
is still pretty blurry, after all that time in the dark,
it's great to see light again, feel the warm, warm sun
beating down on me but it's hurting my eyes. The world
is swaying, my eyes are smarting, but I can see all I need
to see. Jack walking beside me. He's smiling. He
knows what I mean.
fine, Daniel," he sighs and pats my shoulder
- how long?"
not smiling now. "Three days," he rasps as his
hand tightens on my shoulder.
That's a long time. No wonder I'm feeling a little - off.
looked for you, but those bastards are good. Vanished
without a trace. We couldn't find squat. We sent for
Teal'c, but it took some time to find him. He and Rya'c were
off in the woods doing some father/son Jaffa warrior bonding
sorry, DanielJackson. I did not know you required my
no - it's okay! You couldn't - how could you - don't -
don't worry about it."
to close my eyes again. Trying to talk, the light, the
motion, I'm starting to feel a little dizzy.
here as soon as he could." Jack is talking again,
but I still can't look at him. Stomach….queasy.
Have to keep my eyes closed. "As soon as he saw the
place, he knew what to look for. Found the rings in no
it. I knew there had to be rings.
was the easy part. Those tunnels go on for miles under
there. We spent the better part of a day wandering around
in the frigging dark trying not to get lost ourselves before
we found you. Your pals must have just dumped you and
run when they realised we were down in the tunnels. We
never saw so much as a sign of them. Saw where they'd been,
but didn't see them. Screw 'em they're welcome to the
stinking place. We got what we came for."
is rubbing my shoulder. Gently, soothing, easing.
It's helping. I'm feeling better. Not so dizzy.
are you going to say it?"
Danny." Jack's voice is as soothing as his touch.
"It doesn't matter now. We'll sort it all out when
you're up to it."
I know we will. I'm going to be fine. Thanks to
Jack. He never let me down. Was with me every step
of the way. Just like he is right now.
luck, when you've got Jack?
We're stopping? Why? Oh, I know that sound.
We must be at the DHD. Someone's dialling Earth.
stop the SGC." Jack's voice is swelling with relief.
I open my eyes again and see him leaning over me. So
close. He pats my cheek as the whooshing sound of the
wormhole fills the air around us.
through now, buddy," he smiles at me. Brown eyes
they're brown, all right. The most wonderful shade of
brown I've ever seen. Brown. Jack's eyes are brown.
Gloriously, wonderfully brown.
Not such a bad word after all.
a great word. Brown. After today, it's my favourite colour.