STORY STATUS: Completed 8/24/06
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DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for fun and I sure as hell didn't get paid for writin' it. No copyright infringement intended.
WORD COUNT: 846
I don't have to see him to know he's here.
I turn my head, just to make sure I'm not imagining things, and, sure enough, there he is.
Well it's about frigging time.
Yeah, figured that out all on my own. There are rare occasions when I do actually use my head for more than just a hat rack.
"You were gone." The dark, hurting part of me says I should be surprised. And pissed. But I'm not. I'm not sure what I feel right now to tell you the truth. Empty, would be the best way to put it, I guess. Drained. Like there's nothing left of what made me, me.
"I know. I'm sorry. There was something I had to do."
You know. You're sorry. That's all you have to say? What could possibly be so important that you left me here alone to deal with this crap?
"But, I'm back now and I promise I'll stay with you until this is over."
Too little, too late.
"It'll never be over." Can't you see that? He's never going to let me stay dead. Not until I tell him what he wants to know. Most likely, not even then. He sure as hell ain't ever going to let me go alive.
"Yes, it will."
I thought five years of working with me and dealing with the crap we have, had, to deal with ran that naivety out of you. Mostly. Guess not.
"Daniel, you have to end this."
I'm quickly losing the little sliver of me that is left. I can't do it anymore. It hurts, Daniel. It hurts so bad.
"Jack, you just have to hang in there a little bit longer."
I can't! "No. I can't go back in there. If I go back, I swear to god . . ." I pause. Shit! I feel like such a low life fucking shit, but I can't help it. I just can't go back in that room again. "I'll give Baal what he wants. I'll tell him."
"That he loved her."
No. King Tut. Of course, Kanan.
"He came back for her. He wanted to save her." My voice falters a little. Don't let me do this. Don't make me destroy whatever shred of my soul might be left and turn her over to that sadistic shit. Don't let him destroy her like he has me.
"Baal doesn't know this."
Not a clue. Well, maybe a clue. "If Baal finds out, he'll do to her what he's doing to me." Don't let it happen. Please. "Daniel, if you don't end this, I'll tell him." This isn't an idle threat to get you to do what I'm asking. Much as I'm disgusted with myself for even thinking it, I will do it.
"You won't have to. It's almost over, Jack."
Really, could have fooled me. Seems like he's just getting warmed up.
"How?" Not that I'm at all skeptical, but you refuse to do anything and you even said it, no one else knows were I am.
"You were right."
What? Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Either that, or I have completely lost my mind and this is a delusion.
"There's always a way out."
Yeah, that's what I used to think. Now, I'm not so sure. But I'll bite. What have I got to lose?
"Well, at least there's always a chance."
Way to bust my bubble.
"Your journey isn't over, Jack. Not yet."
Okay, maybe you have been up to something. You obviously know something I don't. "Whatd'ya do?"
"I didn't do anything. It was Sam and Teal'c and uh Jonas too."
"What?" I thought you said no one knows where I am.
"They thought of something."
I get to my feet quickly. "What?" Daniel, please, tell me I'm not delusional.
There's a loud bang and the lights flicker.
Yes! I knew it. I don't know how they did it, and I don't really care, but they found me. Took `em long enough. But, hey, beggars can't be choosers. I'm going home. One way or another, I'm getting the hell out of here.
The noise continues. It sounds like thunder.
"This is it. All you ever wanted was a fighting chance. Jack. Now you have it. If anyone can make it out of here, you can."
"Lord Yu attacks."
So that's how they did it. Baal must have really pissed off the System Lords if Yu is attacking this place. Guess they don't like the fact that he's not playing nice and sharing his new toys with them.
Don't know. Don't care. I've got a chance, slim as it is, to get the hell out of Dodge, as the saying goes, and I'm taking it.
The room starts to tilt. "Daniel."
No answer. I know he hasn't left me though, `cause even though I sure as hell can't see him, I can feel his presence. He won't break his promise.
I get my footing quickly and leave the room as fast as I can.