Intercession by PhoenixE
Jack/Daniel Angst.  H/C,  Season? Pick one after 3.  No spoilers.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Fate intercedes, yadda, think of something.

Intercession by PhoenixE 

"Jack?   JACK!"

  "Easy, buddy easy, I'm right here.  Hey, welcome back.  How are ya doing?"

  "Uhhhh…not – not so good."

  "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 inside you."

  "Tastes funny."

  "Yeah, but it's good for what ails you, Dannyboy.   It'll put hair on your feet."

  "Why – why would I want - ?"

  "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 swamp water.  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."

  "Where?"

  "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, don'tcha?  Gitchee Whomee's joint -   "

  "Gizi W'mon."

  "Yeah, whatever.  We're still on P7X -  7X - "

  "…812."

  "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 – "

  "How long, Jack?"

  "Okay, okay, chill already.  Don't get yourself all worked up. We're heading into night number three.  Happy now?"

  "Three?  Three days and nights!"

  "Yeah."

  "I don't understand.  Why are we – Jack, where's Sam?  Teal'c!"

  "Easy, buddy, easy!  Calm down, lie back.  No point in yelling for them, they're not here."

  "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?  They're…home."

  "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 – 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.  Remember?"

  "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 the planet.  As we speak."

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