Come To The Moon
Rated: PG-13 (Language)
Category: Double Drabble, Jack Angst, Jack POV
Season: Six
Spoilers: Paradise Lost
Summary: Jack's Prays For Rescue.
Note: To those non-Parrotheads out there, Jimmy Buffett has an album called 'Riddles in the Sand'. It's not a happy album, but it's a good one. A while back, I realized just how many songs on said album could be applied to my favorite sci-fi 'couple', Sam and Jack. So, a self challenge to write a story for each song on the album ensued. The is the seventh. Not a song fic.
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"So come to the moon. The starship's leaving soon. Until then, I'm wishing on every star, that I will see you soon. Come to the moon."
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I'm hungry.
It's been days since I've had decent sleep.
There's an armed paranoid delusional running loose around my camp.
And I'm wounded.
Great.
As I examine the primitive shrapnel in my thigh, I know what I have to do.
I wrench the wood out of my flesh, and fire shoots up my spine.
My vision swims, and anger like I've known only a few times takes hold of me.
I'm going to kill him.
Maybourne.
For so many reasons.
He brought me here.
He set the trap that did this to my leg.
He zatted me. And Carter.
Carter.
Shit.
My anger fades as I think of her, and for the first time since I got to this God-forsaken place, I'm afraid.
Why hasn't she figured this out yet?
Did something happen to her?
What's taking so long?
Surely she can find us.
She has to find us.
I can't take this much longer.
If I don't get out of here, I'm going to go crazy, and it won't be the damn plant that does it.
Come on, Carter.
Get me out of this.
Come to this moon. Or planet. Or whatever it is.
Get me out of this.