Friends I Left Behind

A SG-1/Dead Zone crossover.

Disclaimer: see previous chapters

Johnny

"So all this stuff arrived after the accident?"

"Yeah, couple of Christmas cards, bills, Sarah said she got rid of most of the junk mail. You want a beer?"

"Yeah."

Bruce sat down, and started rifling through the box on the coffee table. Letters, postcards, the odd 'To the Householder', most with the envelopes open, probably by Sarah, or Johnny's mum. There was a stack of bills, held together by an elastic band, receipts stapled to each one. He began stacking them, cards in two piles, some had been sent replies, some not. Get well letters from former students, catalogues from bookstores, pages marked with asterisks. Johnny placed the beer near Bruce and settled on the armchair to watch. Bruce paused in his search, picking an unopened letter out of the chaos. He examined it for a moment, then asked,

"You know anyone in the Air Force?"

"Don't think so. Open it for me."

Bruce did so, slipping the letter out of the envelope and read it.

"You know a Doctor Daniel Jackson?"

"Yeah, haven't talked to him for years, even before."

Bruce held the letter out.

"He's dead, some kind of accident."

Johnny touched letter and withdrew his hand a second later, a soft smile on his face.

"Johnny?"

"Something happened, I don't know exactly. But he's not dead, or not anymore, maybe."

Bruce gave him a 'look'.

"I don't know. There was this light, and then a field some where, and he' wasn't wearing anything."

"So… your friends some kind of undead flasher then?"

The end…