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Title: Lost
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: General: Jack/Daniel, Dr. Lee
Prompt: table 2, # 072 Lost
Word Count: 487
Rating: R, for torture
Summary: Sort of an inter-episode fic, set during Evolution I. Jack and Daniel have been together for several months, working their way through the changes in their relationship, when Daniel is sent off to the jungle in pursuit of the fountain of youth.
WARNING: Spoilers for Evolution I
This is a part of the series developing here. I seem to be jumping all over chronologically. The right order to read them at this point is: Trust, Staying Alive, Enigma, Stay, Kissing, A Taste of Daniel, The Truth of it, Sated Silence, Lunch and Contentment
The ratings move between PG-13 and NC-17, for sex and violence.
My sixteenth ficlet for my 100_situations Table
“Don’t get lost.”
Those had been Jack’s last words as he dropped Daniel at the airport to meet Dr. Lee for their little trip into the jungle. If he closed his eyes, Daniel could still feel the gentle kiss Jack had placed on his forehead as they huddled in the darkest corner of the parking garage where no one would see the generally crusty Air Force Colonel and his best friend saying goodbye like high school lovers off to different colleges.
They hadn’t really talked about the mission. Jack hadn’t actually said he didn’t want Daniel to go…but in the three months since that morning Jack had first kissed him, Daniel had gotten far better at reading the awkward silences and distant stares.
Daniel brushed a hand across Jack’s shoulder and smiled. “You know me.” He’d kissed him one last time and climbed out of the truck, pulling his pack with him. “Be home before you know it.”
Now, Daniel held to that moment and tried not to scream.
Lost. They were really lost this time. No SG-1 coming to the rescue. No Jack. No one even knew where they were. Hell, he no longer knew where they were. A hand slammed into his face and pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and spit out the blood that had pooled in his mouth.
“I’ve already told you-“
“Yes, you are archeologists, and this is an artifact.” The clipped accent of his captor ripped through the ache in his head. Daniel looked away. “I still do not believe you.”
The man sucked on his teeth and lifted his chin to his companion, who grinned toothlessly at Daniel and raised the jumper cable again. Daniel took a quick breath and closed his eyes as they came closer, wincing, despite the ropes that held him to the chair. As electricity slammed through him…again…he flashed back to his last round of torture…and his own prophetic statement to Dr. Frasier about the likelihood that it wouldn’t be his last. He wondered what she’d say this time.
Then he realized that he’d probably never get the chance to find out. Between the heat and dehydration, the altitude and the two days without food, topped off by the beating and other fun torture methods…the chances were pretty good he’d die right here in this chair.
He squinted up at the man glowering over him, suddenly struck by the smell of body odor around him. He probably smelled pretty bad himself. What was he thinking? Daniel shook his head to clear it and the room started to spin. The man was talking, but there was no sound. Daniel could still taste blood in his mouth. The ropes cut into his skin and he had a pressing need to urinate. His eyes fluttered closed and he could feel himself falling over backwards, but wasn’t sure if his body was moving or…
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: General: Jack/Daniel, Dr. Lee
Prompt: table 2, # 072 Lost
Word Count: 487
Rating: R, for torture
Summary: Sort of an inter-episode fic, set during Evolution I. Jack and Daniel have been together for several months, working their way through the changes in their relationship, when Daniel is sent off to the jungle in pursuit of the fountain of youth.
WARNING: Spoilers for Evolution I
This is a part of the series developing here. I seem to be jumping all over chronologically. The right order to read them at this point is: Trust, Staying Alive, Enigma, Stay, Kissing, A Taste of Daniel, The Truth of it, Sated Silence, Lunch and Contentment
The ratings move between PG-13 and NC-17, for sex and violence.
My sixteenth ficlet for my 100_situations Table
“Don’t get lost.”
Those had been Jack’s last words as he dropped Daniel at the airport to meet Dr. Lee for their little trip into the jungle. If he closed his eyes, Daniel could still feel the gentle kiss Jack had placed on his forehead as they huddled in the darkest corner of the parking garage where no one would see the generally crusty Air Force Colonel and his best friend saying goodbye like high school lovers off to different colleges.
They hadn’t really talked about the mission. Jack hadn’t actually said he didn’t want Daniel to go…but in the three months since that morning Jack had first kissed him, Daniel had gotten far better at reading the awkward silences and distant stares.
Daniel brushed a hand across Jack’s shoulder and smiled. “You know me.” He’d kissed him one last time and climbed out of the truck, pulling his pack with him. “Be home before you know it.”
Now, Daniel held to that moment and tried not to scream.
Lost. They were really lost this time. No SG-1 coming to the rescue. No Jack. No one even knew where they were. Hell, he no longer knew where they were. A hand slammed into his face and pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and spit out the blood that had pooled in his mouth.
“I’ve already told you-“
“Yes, you are archeologists, and this is an artifact.” The clipped accent of his captor ripped through the ache in his head. Daniel looked away. “I still do not believe you.”
The man sucked on his teeth and lifted his chin to his companion, who grinned toothlessly at Daniel and raised the jumper cable again. Daniel took a quick breath and closed his eyes as they came closer, wincing, despite the ropes that held him to the chair. As electricity slammed through him…again…he flashed back to his last round of torture…and his own prophetic statement to Dr. Frasier about the likelihood that it wouldn’t be his last. He wondered what she’d say this time.
Then he realized that he’d probably never get the chance to find out. Between the heat and dehydration, the altitude and the two days without food, topped off by the beating and other fun torture methods…the chances were pretty good he’d die right here in this chair.
He squinted up at the man glowering over him, suddenly struck by the smell of body odor around him. He probably smelled pretty bad himself. What was he thinking? Daniel shook his head to clear it and the room started to spin. The man was talking, but there was no sound. Daniel could still taste blood in his mouth. The ropes cut into his skin and he had a pressing need to urinate. His eyes fluttered closed and he could feel himself falling over backwards, but wasn’t sure if his body was moving or…