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Author:kellifer_fic
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Pairing: Daniel/Jack (Pre-slash or friendship... chose your poison)
Rating: Mature themese
Notes: The prompt - h/c fic, preferably Daniel being hurt and Jack being the comfort. It doesn't necessarily have to be slash, though (but it doesn't hurt)!! I'd like it to happen offworld, and I'd like a Goa'uld to be involved!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: It was Sam who handed him the dogtags and he didn’t have to look at the flat metal in his hands to read the name on them. It was written all over Sam’s face.
When SG-24 missed their scheduled call in, Jack was thinking,
I’m never loaning Daniel out. Ever again
He’d assumed though that there would be an explanation and when twenty-four hours had passed and he’d had to pull SG-15 and 19 from their scheduled leave to check out just what had happened on P4X-828, he’d had to promise the same thing to Sam.
Never again
He could see it in the eyes of both Sam and Teal’c.
He’s missing and we’re not there with him
When a charred body was discovered near the gate, Jack stopped thinking altogether.
It was Sam who handed him the dogtags and he didn’t have to look at the flat metal in his hands to read the name on them, it was written all over Sam’s face.
Thought definitely shut down at that point.
He was the General though and couldn’t put a hockey stick through a car window anymore. There were four more people missing and he was responsible for them as well. It didn’t change the fact that he circled his office phone endlessly, tempted to ring George Hammond and tell the man that he quit.
Jack had never been a coward and he wasn’t about to run away from this, no matter how much he wanted to.
Three days passed with no official word and he was drafting the letters he was going to have to write in his head when SG-15’s leader, a man recently promoted named Reynolds, dialed in and announced they had the remaining members of SG-24. When the four figures shambled through the gate, caked in mud from head to foot and also a substance that Jack was pretty sure was blood, his brain stuttered to a complete and total shutdown and he almost did something that a General would never do.
It was a perfectly normal reaction to nearly faint when you saw someone who was supposed to be dead.
xxxxx
Whenever Jack saw Daniel truly pull into himself he had the strangest urge to enfold the younger man into his arms and just hug him until Daniel was well. He supposed it might be because he knew Daniel’s history and the fact that a kid bounced from foster home to foster home probably missed out on his full quota of embraces but in Jack’s darker hours he had to admit to himself that he longed to just hold Daniel because sometimes he was so damn fragile.
It didn’t matter that Daniel had outweighed Jack for a good two years now and was of a comparative height. Jack would always have a hard time ridding himself of the image of sneezy Daniel Jackson who would be blown over in a stiff wind.
If anything, it was more jarring to see Daniel stooping low, weapon held in two hands and off to the side just like Jack had drilled into him. He had built a better soldier but lost something of the man.
Now though, Jack didn’t have to resort to imagination to place Daniel back into his eight-year-ago self. The figure on the bed, huddled into himself, more resembled that first incarnation of Daniel than anything Jack could have conjured in his own mind.
“How ya doin’, Daniel?” Jack asked and his brows drew down when he noticed Daniel flinch.
Daniel turned his face away and Jack knew why. He’d had Doctor Epps go over what had happened to the remaining members of SG-23 and all of them had received similar treatment. There’d been torture, a few fairly thorough beatings and some fairly hefty mental torture.
Still, he wasn’t going to allow Daniel to hide or be ashamed. He crossed the room and stood in front of Daniel, hands gently on each of the younger man’s knees and ducked his head, chasing Daniel’s face.
Daniel finally relented and turned his eyes toward Jack. Jack had steeled himself, but seeing written in plain English what had happened and actually seeing the physical evidence of it were two very different things. Jack took in an involuntary sharp breath of surprise.
Half of Daniel’s face was pristine. The other half was a map of discoloration and contusions. Daniel’s right eye had swollen closed and there was yellow edging to the raised skin that would turn black in a day or so. A knife had been dragged from the corner of Daniel’s mouth to the corner of his jaw and if the jagged deep line was anything to go by, it had been done slowly. There was ugly bruising on Daniel’s neck that disappeared beneath the collar of the hospital gown he was wearing and Jack had reached out to pull the collar away to see how far the bruising went without really thinking about it.
For the second time in as many minutes, Daniel flinched from him and for that, as much as anything else, Jack wanted to rein fire down on the bastards that had done this.
Daniel was hurting and Jack knew that very little of that pain was physical.
“You can’t blame yourself,” Jack said gently, his voice a low, soothing murmur.
Daniel snorted and it was an ugly sound. “I’m pretty sure I can,” he snapped. Everything in Daniel’s body had gone rigid and Jack was tempted again to wrap arms around the archeologist and force comfort on him.
“Well, you shouldn’t because it’s not your fault.”
Daniel’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. His fists had clenched and hovered over his lap and Jack knew there was a temptation to hit something, anything. Jack recognized the urge and his fist usually ended up going through a wall. He hoped Daniel hit something softer.
Hell, he would offer his head if it would make Daniel feel better.
“That’s crap and you know it!” Daniel practically snarled. With a start Jack realized his hands were still on Daniel’s knees, so he bored down, trying to ground him.
“Ah hell, Daniel. Put the blame where it belongs. The goddam snake-“
“He died for me,” Daniel said, all anger gone from his voice. He sounded… defeated.
Jack sighed heavily and finally relinquished his hold on Daniel to scrub a hand through his hair. “Colonel Aimes died because you got captured by a Goa’uld called Narcosis, a minor league bastard minion of Bastet.” Jack tapped fingers on Daniel’s undamaged cheek. “You were all pretty close to dying when SG-15 got you out.”
“Narcosis was there to kill me.” Daniel said in his tone he usually reserved for lecturing. “He’d been dispatched for that express purpose and they had intelligence that we would be there. Aimes swapped tags with me because he knew that it was an assassination, not a capture.”
“I know that.” Jack’s tone was hollow. They’d lost so many people in a war with an alien race that no one knew existed only nine years before. Jack often wondered if he’d condemned every single one of them the first moment he’d stepped through the Stargate all those years ago.
“So, how can you stand there and say that it’s not my fault?” Daniel was actually looking for an answer, a way to make everything easier to deal with, but with an underlying fearfulness that he didn’t deserve to be absolved. Jack knew that Daniel had the same thoughts he did.
Everyone who has died through the Stargate has died because of me
It looked like Daniel had finally found one that he could actually blame himself for and get away with it. Jack knew that if he allowed this it would destroy Daniel inside, the last vestiges of essential Danielness that stubbornly remained after he’d lost his wife, been abused and tortured more than any human should endure in their lifetime.
Jack was not going to let him tip over the edge he had been teetering on for so many years without a fight.
“It’s not your fault,” he stated emphatically, dropping his hands onto Daniel’s shoulders gently, mindful of the bruising.
“How can you-“
“Daniel.” Jack repeated, his gaze capturing Daniel’s. “Colonel Aimes made a choice and he saved your life. He didn’t die because of you. He died because a Goa’uld wanted to send a message to the Tau’ri.”
Jack felt Daniel’s whole body shudder beneath his touch. “I don’t think I can-“ Daniel dropped his head; tremors running through his shoulders and Jack knew he was fighting back a breakdown that he probably wouldn’t be able to stop.
Jack’s right hand traveled up Daniel’s shoulder and came to rest on the back of his neck, fingers gently squeezing. “Your job is to survive. That’s all I need you to do.” Jack sighed, dropping his chin onto Daniel’s bowed head. His eyes ticked sideways and Jack saw Sam and Teal’c standing in the infirmary doorway. Sam’s eyes were round and red-rimmed and Teal’c, usually impassive, had a great sadness on his features that Jack could barely look at.
Jack raised a hand the hand not on Daniel’s neck and made a dismissive gesture.
Give him time
Sam bit her bottom lip and nodded almost imperceptibly. She turned and with a touch to Teal’c’s shoulder to get him to follow, they were gone.
Jack held Daniel while the younger man shuddered, not crying, not really able to.
He wasn’t sure yet if he would ever be able to let go.
sgflutegirl... hope you enjoy!!Fic 'Tags'
Author:
kellifer_ficWebpage: Here
Pairing: Daniel/Jack (Pre-slash or friendship... chose your poison)
Rating: Mature themese
Notes: The prompt - h/c fic, preferably Daniel being hurt and Jack being the comfort. It doesn't necessarily have to be slash, though (but it doesn't hurt)!! I'd like it to happen offworld, and I'd like a Goa'uld to be involved!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: It was Sam who handed him the dogtags and he didn’t have to look at the flat metal in his hands to read the name on them. It was written all over Sam’s face.
When SG-24 missed their scheduled call in, Jack was thinking,
I’m never loaning Daniel out. Ever again
He’d assumed though that there would be an explanation and when twenty-four hours had passed and he’d had to pull SG-15 and 19 from their scheduled leave to check out just what had happened on P4X-828, he’d had to promise the same thing to Sam.
Never again
He could see it in the eyes of both Sam and Teal’c.
He’s missing and we’re not there with him
When a charred body was discovered near the gate, Jack stopped thinking altogether.
It was Sam who handed him the dogtags and he didn’t have to look at the flat metal in his hands to read the name on them, it was written all over Sam’s face.
Thought definitely shut down at that point.
He was the General though and couldn’t put a hockey stick through a car window anymore. There were four more people missing and he was responsible for them as well. It didn’t change the fact that he circled his office phone endlessly, tempted to ring George Hammond and tell the man that he quit.
Jack had never been a coward and he wasn’t about to run away from this, no matter how much he wanted to.
Three days passed with no official word and he was drafting the letters he was going to have to write in his head when SG-15’s leader, a man recently promoted named Reynolds, dialed in and announced they had the remaining members of SG-24. When the four figures shambled through the gate, caked in mud from head to foot and also a substance that Jack was pretty sure was blood, his brain stuttered to a complete and total shutdown and he almost did something that a General would never do.
It was a perfectly normal reaction to nearly faint when you saw someone who was supposed to be dead.
xxxxx
Whenever Jack saw Daniel truly pull into himself he had the strangest urge to enfold the younger man into his arms and just hug him until Daniel was well. He supposed it might be because he knew Daniel’s history and the fact that a kid bounced from foster home to foster home probably missed out on his full quota of embraces but in Jack’s darker hours he had to admit to himself that he longed to just hold Daniel because sometimes he was so damn fragile.
It didn’t matter that Daniel had outweighed Jack for a good two years now and was of a comparative height. Jack would always have a hard time ridding himself of the image of sneezy Daniel Jackson who would be blown over in a stiff wind.
If anything, it was more jarring to see Daniel stooping low, weapon held in two hands and off to the side just like Jack had drilled into him. He had built a better soldier but lost something of the man.
Now though, Jack didn’t have to resort to imagination to place Daniel back into his eight-year-ago self. The figure on the bed, huddled into himself, more resembled that first incarnation of Daniel than anything Jack could have conjured in his own mind.
“How ya doin’, Daniel?” Jack asked and his brows drew down when he noticed Daniel flinch.
Daniel turned his face away and Jack knew why. He’d had Doctor Epps go over what had happened to the remaining members of SG-23 and all of them had received similar treatment. There’d been torture, a few fairly thorough beatings and some fairly hefty mental torture.
Still, he wasn’t going to allow Daniel to hide or be ashamed. He crossed the room and stood in front of Daniel, hands gently on each of the younger man’s knees and ducked his head, chasing Daniel’s face.
Daniel finally relented and turned his eyes toward Jack. Jack had steeled himself, but seeing written in plain English what had happened and actually seeing the physical evidence of it were two very different things. Jack took in an involuntary sharp breath of surprise.
Half of Daniel’s face was pristine. The other half was a map of discoloration and contusions. Daniel’s right eye had swollen closed and there was yellow edging to the raised skin that would turn black in a day or so. A knife had been dragged from the corner of Daniel’s mouth to the corner of his jaw and if the jagged deep line was anything to go by, it had been done slowly. There was ugly bruising on Daniel’s neck that disappeared beneath the collar of the hospital gown he was wearing and Jack had reached out to pull the collar away to see how far the bruising went without really thinking about it.
For the second time in as many minutes, Daniel flinched from him and for that, as much as anything else, Jack wanted to rein fire down on the bastards that had done this.
Daniel was hurting and Jack knew that very little of that pain was physical.
“You can’t blame yourself,” Jack said gently, his voice a low, soothing murmur.
Daniel snorted and it was an ugly sound. “I’m pretty sure I can,” he snapped. Everything in Daniel’s body had gone rigid and Jack was tempted again to wrap arms around the archeologist and force comfort on him.
“Well, you shouldn’t because it’s not your fault.”
Daniel’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. His fists had clenched and hovered over his lap and Jack knew there was a temptation to hit something, anything. Jack recognized the urge and his fist usually ended up going through a wall. He hoped Daniel hit something softer.
Hell, he would offer his head if it would make Daniel feel better.
“That’s crap and you know it!” Daniel practically snarled. With a start Jack realized his hands were still on Daniel’s knees, so he bored down, trying to ground him.
“Ah hell, Daniel. Put the blame where it belongs. The goddam snake-“
“He died for me,” Daniel said, all anger gone from his voice. He sounded… defeated.
Jack sighed heavily and finally relinquished his hold on Daniel to scrub a hand through his hair. “Colonel Aimes died because you got captured by a Goa’uld called Narcosis, a minor league bastard minion of Bastet.” Jack tapped fingers on Daniel’s undamaged cheek. “You were all pretty close to dying when SG-15 got you out.”
“Narcosis was there to kill me.” Daniel said in his tone he usually reserved for lecturing. “He’d been dispatched for that express purpose and they had intelligence that we would be there. Aimes swapped tags with me because he knew that it was an assassination, not a capture.”
“I know that.” Jack’s tone was hollow. They’d lost so many people in a war with an alien race that no one knew existed only nine years before. Jack often wondered if he’d condemned every single one of them the first moment he’d stepped through the Stargate all those years ago.
“So, how can you stand there and say that it’s not my fault?” Daniel was actually looking for an answer, a way to make everything easier to deal with, but with an underlying fearfulness that he didn’t deserve to be absolved. Jack knew that Daniel had the same thoughts he did.
Everyone who has died through the Stargate has died because of me
It looked like Daniel had finally found one that he could actually blame himself for and get away with it. Jack knew that if he allowed this it would destroy Daniel inside, the last vestiges of essential Danielness that stubbornly remained after he’d lost his wife, been abused and tortured more than any human should endure in their lifetime.
Jack was not going to let him tip over the edge he had been teetering on for so many years without a fight.
“It’s not your fault,” he stated emphatically, dropping his hands onto Daniel’s shoulders gently, mindful of the bruising.
“How can you-“
“Daniel.” Jack repeated, his gaze capturing Daniel’s. “Colonel Aimes made a choice and he saved your life. He didn’t die because of you. He died because a Goa’uld wanted to send a message to the Tau’ri.”
Jack felt Daniel’s whole body shudder beneath his touch. “I don’t think I can-“ Daniel dropped his head; tremors running through his shoulders and Jack knew he was fighting back a breakdown that he probably wouldn’t be able to stop.
Jack’s right hand traveled up Daniel’s shoulder and came to rest on the back of his neck, fingers gently squeezing. “Your job is to survive. That’s all I need you to do.” Jack sighed, dropping his chin onto Daniel’s bowed head. His eyes ticked sideways and Jack saw Sam and Teal’c standing in the infirmary doorway. Sam’s eyes were round and red-rimmed and Teal’c, usually impassive, had a great sadness on his features that Jack could barely look at.
Jack raised a hand the hand not on Daniel’s neck and made a dismissive gesture.
Give him time
Sam bit her bottom lip and nodded almost imperceptibly. She turned and with a touch to Teal’c’s shoulder to get him to follow, they were gone.
Jack held Daniel while the younger man shuddered, not crying, not really able to.
He wasn’t sure yet if he would ever be able to let go.
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