This One Thing
Chapter One: Shouting
A/N: YOU GUYS! I just watched all two seasons of that ABC show 'Don't Trust the B- in Apartment 23 (in two days) and YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE who guest starred in the last episode. I don't know if I've ever reached that level of shock before. RICHARD DEAN FRAKIN' ANDERSON. I…I just…I don't even know. Also, it's not even listed on IMDB. Ahhhhhhhhhh! And I'm crying. I have no idea why, but I am. I just miss this guy and this show and I've been awake for a really long time and JACK.
Wow. Freakout over. Except not really.
This is a short introductory chapter. I hope you like it enough to tell me if I should continue!
Enjoy!
The klaxons blared as the gate room erupted into chaos. General Hammond was shouting into the base intercom and Daniel was shouting into his radio from the other side of the blazing wormhole. Airmen were running into position, ratcheting and pointing their weapons at the suddenly ominous shimmering puddle as the med team stormed the room. Everyone was shouting.
But no one was listening.
The event horizon bowed and erupted and Daniel burst through, blood drenching the entire left side of his body. But no one could see that. All they could see was the heavy form slung over his shoulder. "Shut it down! Shut it down!" Daniel yelled, stumbling as his feet met the ramp. Less than a second later he and his burden were surrounded, the medical team having rushed to meet him as he stepped through, heedless of the potential danger ahead of them and the guns behind.
More shouting. The klaxons hadn't ceased. Daniel tried to follow the stretcher, hands suddenly confused now that they were empty. He raked bloody fingers through his hair and his eyes were so tired from being so shocked for what felt like an eternity. How did this happen?
He pushed through the med team, desperate to keep the stretcher in sight, knowing that if he lost that connection—even for just one second—all hope would be gone. "Come on, come on, come on!" But he wasn't sure if he was actually saying the words. That had been a repeating mantra since his shoulder had become a resting place for his teammate, his friend. But the final resting place? No. Daniel refused to let himself even think it.
"Daniel, I'm sorry, I need you to back off!" Janet Frasier yelled over her shoulder as Daniel kept jostling her team, trying to stay close as they ran. "Give us some space! Go, go, go!"
"Doctor Jackson!" Hammond's voice boomed through the concrete hallway and Daniel slammed his hands over his ears. There was too much noise. Shit, he was going to pass out. Fight it, fight it…
"General, sir!" He bit the words out, the world swimming in front of him. His glasses, where were his glasses? Had they been missing the whole time?
"Son!" The general was suddenly in front of him, steadying hands on his forearms, forcing his hands down. "Doctor Jackson—what the hell happened to Major Carter?"
And then everything stopped. The shouting, the klaxons, the spinning…everything. All Daniel heard was a flat ringing in his ears; an EKG flatlining. A life being snuffed.
Looking at Hammond, Daniel just shook his head, pain in every inch of his body. "Jack shot her."
"What?" Hammond looked like he'd been slapped, but Daniel, spurred on by his rising bile, tore away and bolted down the grey hallway.
Following the shouting.
TBC
A/N: Cliffhanger! Please R and R!