A really weird kinda angst ridden thing that would not leave me alone until I allowed it to mark up a page. Not my usual brand of writing. Tell me what you think.
"Jack! Jack!" Daniel screamed as the thunderous rumble and earth shaking booms faded to ominous sounds of cracking and the raining of rock and dust. His hands dug at the rubble, searching. The jagged edges cut into his fingers as fine sand choked him and coated the cracked lenses of his glasses. With a final heave, he pushed aside the remaining barrier between him and his friend.
Touching Jack's face then neck, Daniel tried to find any sign of life. His torn fingers registered nothing, smearing blood across the older mans skin. Coughing, he pressed his ear to Jack's chest, but could only hear ringing from the explosions. Desperate, he slapped O'Neall's face.
"Jack..." His voice croaked, throat clogged with dust
The dim light filtered through the cracks of the temple walls, reflecting off of Jack's glassy open eyes, showing the horrible truth that Daniel was trying to deny. He backed away, hands still reaching out to his friend.
"It's a dream. A nightmare." Daniel repeated to himself, the ringing in his ears deadening to nothingness.
He turned from Jack's blind gaze. He had to get out! Where was the way out?! He stumbled around, falling to the ground several times as he fled, an animal like scream ripping from him.
The original entrance to the temple was blocked, but that did not matter. Glider fire had made openings throughout the rear wall. Once freed from his friends tomb, he ran. Thick foliage clung to him, pulling at his sleeves and legs, tripping him, tearing his glasses from his face. Miles he ran, screaming, crying, unseeing.
Then he was falling.
The furniture rattled as his body impacted the bedroom floor, the blankets tangled around his legs. Laying on the ground, breath rasping in and out of his abused throat, he tried to calm his galloping heartbeat.
Images from his dream flashed through his mind. He jumped up, struggled with his blankets and ran to the living room. Picking up his phone headset, he pounded out the number that had been burned into his memory since his first week back from Abydos.
"This had better be good, Daniel," Jack growled when he picked up, "Do you know what time it is?"
A slightly hysterical laugh escaped Jackson, "Sometime before dawn, I think." He squinted at the clock on the coffee maker.
"What do ya want, Danny," Jack slurred, his voice muffled.
Heart now at a regular rate of speed, Daniel smiled into the darkness of his apartment, "Nothing, Jack. Just knew you needed to sleep. Wanted to know how that was going for you."
The click of the phone hanging up was his reply. Huffing out a laugh he wandered back to his bed, not bothering with the tangle of blankets and fell back to sleep.
Completely unbetaed mostly because I did not want to bother anyone with this complete load of monkey poo. Still, reviews do make me happy. If I get a few, I may be kind enough to go back to humor.