||Jack and Daniel involved in a loving and committed
relationship, which usually involves sex.
||Pre-Slash, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
||Season 4/5 No spoilers.
||Even when she seems the cruelest, Fate can be an unexpected
||Teeny tiny weeny one for language.
||50 Kb Original Completion Date Dec 2004. Posted
to the net 2 Aug 06.
Notes: This tale was originally composed
for and featured in the Points of Departure Zine, published by Yadda Press.
It timed out awhile ago and I'm just now getting around to putting it up
here. Hope you think it was worth the wait!
"Easy, buddy easy,
I'm right here. Hey,
welcome back. How ya doing?"
"Uhhhh…not – not so
"It's okay, it's okay,
take it easy. Don't
try to talk. Here, come on, sit up a bit. That's the way. I want you to drink
some of this for me, Daniel. Can you do that?"
"What? What is – um - "
"No talking. Drink. That's it. There ya go."
"No – I – that's… No more please, Jack – I – I can't - "
"Yeah, you can. Just a few more sips, Daniel. Come on. You can do it. You need something
"Yeah, but it's good
for what ails you, Dannyboy. It'll put hair
on your feet."
"Why – why would I
"Never mind. Forget about it. How are you feeling
now, big guy?"
"Cold. It's cold. Dark."
"Yeah, I know. Not much I can do about it, I'm afraid. This planet sucks
As well as seeming to be largely
covered with it.
It doesn't get much brighter here,
even during the day.
Rains all the goddamned time
too. Apparently. And as to our current
accommodations; we're not exactly staying
in the Ritz, here, but be it ever so
crumbly, it's all we've got for home
and it sure beats the shit out of squatting
in the swamp."
"Same place we were
the last time you dropped off. Holed up in what's
left of the temple you were so pumped
about. You remember,
Whomee's joint - "
"Yeah, whatever. We're still on P7X - 7X…"
"Yeah, that's it. Thanks."
"Still on 812? In the temple?"
"Afraid so, buddy."
"How – how long?"
"Don't worry about
that right now, it doesn't matter,
you just – "
"Okay, okay, chill
get yourself all worked up. We're heading
into night number three.
"Three? Three days and nights!"
"I don't understand. Why are we – Jack, where's Sam?
"Easy, buddy, easy! Calm down; lie back. No
point in yelling for them, they're not
"Teal'c? Teal'c and…and
Sam? Not - not here?"
"Nope. They gated out,
but we didn't make it. It's just you and
me, kid. Remember?"
"Gate. They went through
the gate. So
they're safe, right?
"I dunno, Daniel. I'm assuming and sure as hell hoping they got back okay
before the DHD – hell of a thing, the
way it went ka-blewy like that, wasn't
"It – it did? It did? Not a dream, then,
it… It did."
"No, Daniel, not a
dream. I wish. We
dialled up the SGC and Carter and Teal'c
went through first.
"I'm – trying, but I'm
not…not sure. Okay,
they went home, but how did we – "
"I was hanging back,
waiting for you and you were just walking
away from the DHD and – ka-blam – the
damned demented toadstool went up higher
than a kite.
I think pieces of it are orbiting
As we speak."
"It blew up. Behind me. Didn't see… but
head…everything is a bit…fuzzy…"
"Don't worry about
it. You're not exactly top of your
game at the moment.
Fact is Daniel, you're damned lucky
to be alive."
"Oh? That's funny. Don't feel lucky."
"Trust me, Daniel,
you've still got your mojo. If you'd been standing
over the DHD, dialling, when it went…"
"Yeah. That. We wouldn't be
having this conversation right now. Your vest and pack
took the worst of it but you got clocked
- big honking chunk o' junk – back
of the head. Thank
God for the helmet, Daniel or I don't
think you'd still have one. A head, that is."
"I'll thank the Quartermaster
"You do that, bucko. You scared the crap out of me, yanno.
You were out for hours, the first time.
You've been drifting in and out ever since."
"Don't be. Not your fault. I'm just thankful
you've got such a damned hard head."
"Thought you said
it was the helmet."
"Stop stealing my
"What is it, what's
Danny, are you okay?
Are you in pain, do you need
"I'm okay, I'm okay. It only hurts when I – I…
"Okay, okay, I've
got what you need. Here. I want you to take
some more of these and then…there ya
go, down the hatch.
Take it easy, not too fast. That's it… that's
a good boy."
"Jaaaack, stop fussing. I'm fine."
"Like hell you are! You've got a big freaking gash in your head, almost had
your head caved in, I'm betting
you're concussed and if that's not
fun enough for you, Junior Chipmunks,
you're burning up.
You need help Daniel; you need way
more than I can do for you here, and you
should be getting it!
Instead, you’re stuck on this
stupid, wet, stinky, slimy, scum-sucking
You should be back at the SGC where
it's warm and dry and ole Doc Frasier
could fix you right up and if I was good
for anything at all, you'd already be
"Jack – don't. Not – not your fault."
"No? Whose fault is
"No one’s. You couldn’t have
known what happened – this – everything. No one’s fault.
"Crap, you can say
that again. We've
hit the bad day jackpot.
This is the freaking mother-lode of
The absolute brass ring of bad-day-dom.
This day is so damned bad - "
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't
be…going nutso all over the place isn't
going to help you either."
"You'll figure it
out. Get us… I trust you."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't. Not doing such a
hot job so far."
"DHD gone. That's
"It ain't good, Danny."
"So I guess fixing
it – not an option.
Even if we knew how."
"There isn't enough
left of that fucker to kick the shit
out of. Believe
me, even Carter couldn't put it together
she were here. Which
she's not. Which
is great for her, I hope, but not so
good for us."
"They went through,
though? Sam and Teal'c? They got back? They must...must
"No way to know, Daniel. The DHD went ballistic. The wormhole went
poof. The gate shut down. All she wrote. That
was three days ago and since then,
explosion must have screwed up the
gate here too, because we're way overdue,
whether Carter and Teal'c made it or
not, and Hammond hasn't dialled us up
to check on us."
"They made it. They're okay. They
have to be.
Siler told me once…wormhole
They made it.
I know they did."
"Well, I hope you're
right. Be that
as it may, wherever they are, we're
stuck here. We're not going home, or
anywhere else anytime soon.
Even if there is nothing wrong with
the gate, which I sincerely doubt, the DHD
is toast. There's nothing
to dial out with and as for our manual dial
options, well I didn't happen to pack a
generator just in case and I'm fresh out
"…so, stuck here…how
long? I know,
I know you've told me already, but
I can't….can’t seem to remember.
"That's okay, buddy,
I don't mind telling you again. You know me, I love
the sound of my own voice."
"I wasn't going to
– wasn't going to say…."
"The hell you weren't."
"Okay. Maybe just a little
"No you're not."
"Okay, I'm not.
“It's cold, Jack."
"Yeah, I know. It's gonna get worse, too.
Sorry, buddy, I can't do much about
There's nothing dry enough to
burn and I'm trying to conserve our
We don't know how much longer we're
gonna be on Wetworld, here. Sunshine capital
of the galaxy it ain't."
"Coming? They're coming?"
"Of course they are. They know we're in trouble.
We just have to hang in – you –
you have to hang in. 'Til they get here. You hear me, Daniel?"
"Okay, Okay. I'll – I'll hang…
"This place…sucks. Home. Let's go
me, nothing would make me happier, but I
can't get you there from here.
Gate no go.
DHD go boom."
"Sorry. Sorry. I keep – I can't
keep it in my head.
"God, you're shaking. C'mere. It's okay, it's
okay, just…get in close here. Yeah,
that's right. Snuggle.
Don't worry, I won't bite.
Gotta get you warmed up and if
we're talking available heat sources I'm
pretty much it.
Don't say it."
"You know damned well
"Do – do not."
"You are such a liar,
"Nice. I so was not going
to say a word about hot air and - and
you…full of it."
"I appreciate it. Don't believe a word of it, but I still appreciate it."
"Of course, in this
particular context hot air, it's a
lot more…more… useful…"
"Then what I'm usually
filled with, yeah, I get that, why
don't you take a break from the talking
and rest up? Hey? I'll crack the jokes
you just… Just
"Yeah. Not so cold
"Warm. Nice. Make a
"And I'm good looking
"Functional and decorative."
"Takes a licking and
keeps on bitching?"
"Ow - OW – stop making
"Sorry. I'm sorry, Daniel. I didn't mean to – I'm just trying
… Aww, crap!
I don't know what to do for you. I should do something
but… Never mind,
you just rest. Let me take care of
everything. I can't make it all better,
but…wait a minute; maybe I can do something. Easy now. Thaaat's it. There. How's
That helpin' any?"
"Yeah. Yeah it is. Thanks. That's…mmmmmm…nice.
"Standard issue. One on the end of each wrist."
"You're a good friend,
"I wish I could be
"What? What did you say?"
"Nothing. It was nothing. Just thinking out
"Don't hurt yourself."
"Oh now, nice talk.
I am wounded to the core. Here I am
giving you a nice back rub and what
do I get in return? Abuse!
Listen Jackson, how would you like
to bunk on the hard, cold floor instead
of the nice, warm, cushy colonel?"
"You're not that
"I'm better than the
"Yeah. A lot – a lot better. Ummmmm…"
"Am I going to be
hearing an 'I'm sorry' any time soon?"
"In your dreams, O'Neill. Anyway, you know
I wouldn't…you know…if I didn't…"
"You only diss the
ones you love?"
"Hey, backatcha, bookboy."
"Maybe...maybe later. Tired."
"Rest, but stay with
"You know, it's funny. I've always wondered
if someone up there hates me, and now
"It's just – the way
we are, here, now…"
"Stuck? In a swamp?"
"No, not that. This. You and
"Like what? Marooned on WetWorld? Current options,
starving, freezing, or drowning… to…to…death. Pick one? Yeah, when you put
it that way, you could make a case
for the cosmic vendetta…thing."
"Okay, now I'm depressed."
"What makes you think
it's you the universe is out
to get? Maybe
you got caught up in my crumby
"No, no, you're still
not getting it. I
don't mean this this, Daniel,
I mean – this."
"Jack, I have no idea
what you're talking about."
"No reason you should. No reason you would. I never gave you
one. Plenty of cause to hate my guts
but not… Let's
just say, well, while normally I'm
a huge fan of irony right now, I'm
"What? What are you
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Shhhhh. Forget about it. Don't worry about it."
"No – no. I want to know. Jack, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Yeah. Ironic. That's what
this is, all right. Trust me Daniel,
it's a damned hoot.
Be careful what you wish for,
'cause you just might get it in a way
that'll rip your guts out."
"You know what's even
this time I've been treating you like
crap; you know what that's really been
all about? This. Wanting to
be with you, like this. And more. Hating myself so
much for wanting it – wanting…you…and
still – all the time I'm trying to
drive you away, out of my life, out
of my… I'm only really happy when I'm
close to you. How
fucked is that?
“Out of it again,
huh? Well, doesn’t that just figure. Look at me. What a joke. Here I am finally
getting up the guts to come clean with
you… But what's
the point? What
could I possibly do for you except
screw up your life even more?
Maybe it's all for the best you
didn't hear any of that.
Lord knows you've got enough
problems already without some half-assed,
chicken shit confession from a colonel
with balls of clay…complicating things.
“Maybe you should…
“Daniel, come on,
wake up. Stay
"No kidding, Daniel,
no nodding off. That
hit you took to the head – can't be
good. I think
you should stay awake.
"Come on, Daniel,
you're freaking me out, now. Quit fooling around
and open those baby blues, buddy!
"Daniel? Daniel, wake
"Oh God, oh God, this
is not happening!
You can't take him from me now –
Daniel, please don't give up on
know what I just said, the stuff about
maybe it'd be better if I kept my mouth
shut but that's still taking the coward's
Better for me, but what about you?
You deserve – well you deserve
way the hell better than me, but I'm
all I've got and I really want to –
I have to tell you something, Daniel. I – I want you to
know, you need to know, even if you
don't – even if you don't feel… Oh God, I was gonna
do it, I swear, I was going to - please, just give
me a little more time!
"Please, Daniel? Swear to God, if you just – just – just hear me out… Dammit! It wasn't you, it
was me! Just
give me a chance to explain!
"I wasn't going to
keep you out in the cold forever. I swear, I swear,
I'm turning things around. Maybe it's too soon
for you to tell, but trust me; I'm
working on it. Thing
are going to be different between us. Will be different, way better, the best, if you'll give
me half a chance to make it right.
"I figured it out,
Daniel. I know
what the problem is – what my
problem was. I
know. I've got
a handle on it now, even if you don’t
want – that doesn’t matter, it’s not
gonna be a problem any more. Daniel, you have
to listen to me. I’m trying to tell
you I’m sorry. I’m
so fucking sorry for every goddamned
stupid, stupid thing I ever
did to you, every harsh word, every
dumbass, jerkface – "
“Daniel, can you hear
me? Daniel, come on!
Wake up! Speak to me! Please! Screw it! Talking never did
me a damned bit of good. I'll get through to you, one way or the other and if words
won't do it, maybe the direct
"Oh yeah, that works."
"That's it, Danny. That's bringing you around.
Once more for luck."
"Gotta breathe, Danny. So do you."
"What? Jack? Jack? Were – were you…"
"Well, it wasn't the
kiss of life, if that's what you mean."
"No, no – didn't
"Good. Otherwise I was
doing it wrong and after all these
years I don't think my ego could take
"Kissing… Me? You? Me? Ummm…"
"Yes, Daniel. I believe I was."
"Not that I'm complaining,
and you're very good…by the way… but… Why?"
"I wanted to get your
"Oh. I see. Did that."
"Good. That's good."
"Was that all…you
"No. I wanted to tell
you…I want –
I want you to stay…with me."
"Stay. As in… don't go,
check out, leave, shuffle off…mortal
"Yeah, that, sure,
but not just that – I mean – there's
– I want - more – "
"Let me explain it
to you again."
"Oh, okay – hmmmmmmmm…"
"Coming any clearer
"I – I'm not sure. You may have to – to… again…
Later…when I'm – when
"I'll be happy to
Daniel, wherever you want, whenever
you want, as often as you want. When we're home. And you're better. But for now, I just
wanted you to know... Crap, I can't say
it, it's stupid."
"No, it's not. I get it. Not…not
Neither are – are you…"
"I can't live without
you, Daniel. Please
don't make me. Stay
with me, Danny? For
"This isn't a dream,
is it, Jack? Some
sort of bizarre by-product of being
bashed in the head by the DHD?
I'm not gonna wake up in the
infirmary and find out this never happened
– you – you didn't…you…don’t…"
“No, Daniel, no tricks,
no foolin'. Promise. This is real. So am I. I do. So much it scares
me. You – me
- gonna be more. Gonna be better. I'm gonna stay right
here with you 'til they come for us
and I'll be right with you as long
as you need me, as long as it takes
for you to get up and around.
And then, I won't go back on this
or jam out on you, Daniel.
You've got me for good.
If you want me, that is."
" I – "
Colonel O'Neill! Daniel! Do you copy?"
"Carter! Daniel, that's Carter!"
"Hot damn, Carter,
it's about time! Where
the hell you been?"
about the delay, Sir.
It took some time to negotiate with
the Tok'ra for our ride and then we had to
"We'll let it go this
is good to hear your voice, O'Neill.
"Teal'c! Backatcha, big guy! If you weren't so
butt ugly I'd kiss you! Where are you guys?"
a thousand feet above the temple, making
our landing approach.
I presume that is where you are.
DanielJackson is with you?
got it in one.
He is, and you wanna snap it up?
He took a hit when the DHD decided
to go up in his face. He's gonna live
but he's not having a good time right
I wouldn't say that, Jack.
It hasn't been an
"Shhh. Rest. Talking to Carter."
Daniel, they're on the way.
Won't be long now, and we'll be
safe and dry.
And then home."
we don't have a lot of time.
I want – I want to say – "
You don't have to."
no I want to Daniel, I – "
up and show me."
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