Notes: And we're back to PG-13 —you can all open your eyes now.
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Chapter 6
They had been walking for nearly an hour before Daniel noticed that Jack hadn't
taken a drink of water since they had left. Come to think of it, where WAS Jack's
canteen? Or his backpack?
"Jack?"
"Hmm?" Jack said distractedly, his eyes still focused on the distant form of
Samantha Carter.
"Drink?"
"Wha?" Jack asked confused. Daniel offered him his canteen and Jack accepted it
automatically. Whatever had taken place behind those doors (And Daniel was not
naive enough not to guess) had left Jack just as shell shocked as Sam. Daniel was
pretty certain his friend hadn't had anything to drink in the last few hours.
"Jack, they didn't hurt Sam did they?" Daniel asked in a small voice. Both men
knew exactly what he was asking.
"No Daniel- it was nothing like that." Jack said with a heavy sigh taking another
swig of water and handing the canteen back to Daniel. Sure she had kneed the guy
and yeah the pervert had slapped her and then proceeded to cut her top off- but
Daniel was thinking rape and Jack needed to set his fears to rest. At least one of
them could get out of this without nightmares. Jack still would have liked to have
treated Sam's cut, but somehow he doubted she'd let him get that close. Not right
now. God! Jack knew that he and Sam's making love (it was love wasn't it?) was
infinitely better than the alternative but it was still the wrong thing to do. It had to
be affecting her ten times more than himself. Jack suddenly stared at the canteen in
horror. Carter!
"Danny, I need to borrow this, thanks." Jack said in a rush as he grabbed the
canteen back from Daniel and sprinted across the sand dune towards Sam. If he
could be so messed up by all this that he forgot to drink, heaven knows what it was
doing to Sam. She needed reminders to eat even on a good day!
"Sam!" Jack shouted as he continued his laborious scamper across the sands.
"Sam, stop!" Seeing that it was not having the effect he wanted Jack decided to
take additional steps. "Major Carter! You will stop right now and that is an order!"
Jack said in his most official Colonel sounding voice. He felt like a heel for talking to
Sam that way but knew it was the only way he might be able to reach her. He was
right- Sam stopped instantly.
"Sir?" She asked turning around to face him. The spot where Temur had slapped
her was already beginning to bruise and her eyes were red from unshed tears.
Jack thought his heart might break with that one look. He could see all her emotions
so clearly on her face. Self-loathing, fear, pain, hurt- all of it was right there for him
to see. Her hat had not been among the clothes they had been able to put on, and
Jack could see she was already beginning to get sunburned. He loved her pale skin
and had begun the task of cataloging her freckles just a few weeks ago. They were
at least two hours from the Stargate and Sam was already suffering from heat
exhaustion and/or sunstroke. *And definitely shock Jack. Don't forget the shock.*
Jack badly wanted to hold her and talk to her and just be there for her but knew that
now was not the time and this planet was certainly not the place. All he could do
was let her know that he was here.
"Thought you might want some water." Jack said offering her Daniel's canteen. He
could see the confusion in her face. "We left our packs." Jack said simply. Sam
nodded and took a small sip. The water tasted like dust in her mouth. She looked
up at Jack and silently handed him back the water.
*Please go Jack. Please. I can't see you right now. I love you but I just can't!
Please go. Please.*
Jack wanted more than anything to stay but had learned to read Samantha Carter
long ago and nodded understandingly at Sam's silent plea.
"I'm just going to give this back to Danny and then come on back and walk with you,
ok?"
Sam bit her lip hard in an effort not to cry. *No Jack. Please. I just need to be
alone right now. If you walk with me I'll lose it and I really, really can't do that on
this god-damned fucking planet!*
Jack understood every word she didn't say and nodded again. "Alright." Jack said
softly reaching out to touch her. He saw Sam take the smallest of steps away from
him and though it tore at his heart, he knew it was nothing he should take
personally. See the bright side of being psychologically and physically tortured in
the past? You knew exactly what to expect in others.
He pulled his hand back and gave Sam a look of complete understanding. "I'll just
be a hundred feet or so behind you Carter. Let me know if you need anything ok?"
He turned as if to leave and stuck his hands deeply in his pockets. Jack was
surprised to find a tube of chapstick in there and realized that he had stolen it from
Sam's dresser earlier that morning. Jack turned back around and silently handed her
the chapstick with a small smile. "Don't want you burning anything Major." And
with that he walked back towards the very worried Daniel and Teal'c.
Samantha Carter turned back towards the direction of the Stargate and holding the
small tube like a talisman continued her slow walk home. *I will not fucking cry. I
will not! *
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"Welcome home SG-1!" General Hammond said jovially as all four members of his
favorite team stepped through the wormhole. Instantly he could tell something was
wrong. Seriously wrong. Only Daniel and Teal'c had their packs and none of them
had their weapons. He could see a large bruise forming on Major Carter's left cheek
and what appeared to be a scorch mark on Dr. Jackson's shoulder. Zat blast?
"Good to be home Sir." Jack replied without his usual enthusiasm.
"I need to take a shower." Samantha Carter stated in a monotone voice as she
walked down the ramp and out of the room.
"Major!?" General Hammond was quite confused. Of all of them, Major Carter was
always the most conscientious when it came to military protocol. To leave without
being dismissed was absolutely unheard of. George suddenly had a horrible feeling
in the bottom of his stomach.
"Let her go General." Jack said quietly. Hammond nodded and looked the rest of
SG-1 over. Teal'c always looked the same (except when gravely injured). Daniel
seemed upset and a bit uneasy on his feet. And Jack? Jack looked shell shocked.
And for something to do that to Colonel Jack O'Neill- well it must have been pretty
bad.
"Seeing as it's nearly 1600, why don't you all clean up and get cleared by Dr. Frasier.
We'll debrief at 0800 tomorrow morning. You all get a good night's sleep- you look
like you need it."
"Thank you General." Jack said with complete sincerity. Had the General not
offered, Jack was prepared to ask for a 12-hour delay. There was no way he and
Sam could do this today.
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"So what's this I hear about you getting hit with a zat Daniel?" Dr. Fraiser said as
she helped him off with his shirt. He might be somewhat used to the damn things
but they still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Although to be honest, he hadn't really felt it
much until Janet started prodding him. Too worried about Sam.
"Sssss- Ow! Janet that hurt!"
"Sorry." Janet said not really sounding sincere at all. She was always concerned
when a member of an SG team was injured. But a simple zat blast to Daniel? Walk
in the park. Only.. Hold on.
"Daniel!" Janet remarked suddenly. "This looks different." Different was an
understatement. The burn had charred away most of the skin on his left shoulder
leaving a red oozing wound. Walking three hours in the desert certainly hadn't
helped either- the wound was infected.
Daniel hadn't even looked at the burn until Janet pointed it out to him. Naturally just
seeing it caused him to retch and the pain to come crashing down upon him. With
lightening fast reflexes Dr. Frasier placed a small bowl underneath him just in time.
"Easy Daniel." Janet said with genuine sympathy. Like his sketchy eating habits, Dr.
Daniel Jackson had been totally unaware of the severity of his injury until it had been
made blatantly obvious. Whatever had happened on that planet, it was serious
enough to cause him to actually forget about his wound.
"Want to talk about it?" Janet asked handing Daniel a moist tissue.
"Not really." Daniel said utterly exhausted.
"Afraid I need to know at least a little Daniel." Janet said as she set up an IV and
gently pushed a needle into Daniel's vein.
"That wasn't a typical zat blast." Janet began.
"No. It wasn't."
"And?" Getting answers from Daniel was like pulling teeth; Janet needed to get the
Colonel in here. Or Teal'c!
"It was an older model Janet. And at the time, getting hit by the zat sure as hell
beat the alternative!" Daniel sounded angry.
"What alternative Daniel?"
"Raping Sam." Daniel said in the faintest of whispers as he closed his eyes. He
might have been unconscious for most of the "event" but Daniel knew damn well
what had happened and why and … He never got to finish the thought. For the
second time in 10 minutes Daniel Jackson got sick.
Janet again held a bowl in front of Daniel, but it soon became clear that he had
nothing remaining in his stomach. Daniel's physical reaction was to the pain and
trauma of whatever had happened on that planet. Janet wished she could have
heard what Daniel had whispered but was confident she would find out soon enough-
for now it was best for him to rest.
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Chapter 6
They had been walking for nearly an hour before Daniel noticed that Jack hadn't
taken a drink of water since they had left. Come to think of it, where WAS Jack's
canteen? Or his backpack?
"Jack?"
"Hmm?" Jack said distractedly, his eyes still focused on the distant form of
Samantha Carter.
"Drink?"
"Wha?" Jack asked confused. Daniel offered him his canteen and Jack accepted it
automatically. Whatever had taken place behind those doors (And Daniel was not
naive enough not to guess) had left Jack just as shell shocked as Sam. Daniel was
pretty certain his friend hadn't had anything to drink in the last few hours.
"Jack, they didn't hurt Sam did they?" Daniel asked in a small voice. Both men
knew exactly what he was asking.
"No Daniel- it was nothing like that." Jack said with a heavy sigh taking another
swig of water and handing the canteen back to Daniel. Sure she had kneed the guy
and yeah the pervert had slapped her and then proceeded to cut her top off- but
Daniel was thinking rape and Jack needed to set his fears to rest. At least one of
them could get out of this without nightmares. Jack still would have liked to have
treated Sam's cut, but somehow he doubted she'd let him get that close. Not right
now. God! Jack knew that he and Sam's making love (it was love wasn't it?) was
infinitely better than the alternative but it was still the wrong thing to do. It had to
be affecting her ten times more than himself. Jack suddenly stared at the canteen in
horror. Carter!
"Danny, I need to borrow this, thanks." Jack said in a rush as he grabbed the
canteen back from Daniel and sprinted across the sand dune towards Sam. If he
could be so messed up by all this that he forgot to drink, heaven knows what it was
doing to Sam. She needed reminders to eat even on a good day!
"Sam!" Jack shouted as he continued his laborious scamper across the sands.
"Sam, stop!" Seeing that it was not having the effect he wanted Jack decided to
take additional steps. "Major Carter! You will stop right now and that is an order!"
Jack said in his most official Colonel sounding voice. He felt like a heel for talking to
Sam that way but knew it was the only way he might be able to reach her. He was
right- Sam stopped instantly.
"Sir?" She asked turning around to face him. The spot where Temur had slapped
her was already beginning to bruise and her eyes were red from unshed tears.
Jack thought his heart might break with that one look. He could see all her emotions
so clearly on her face. Self-loathing, fear, pain, hurt- all of it was right there for him
to see. Her hat had not been among the clothes they had been able to put on, and
Jack could see she was already beginning to get sunburned. He loved her pale skin
and had begun the task of cataloging her freckles just a few weeks ago. They were
at least two hours from the Stargate and Sam was already suffering from heat
exhaustion and/or sunstroke. *And definitely shock Jack. Don't forget the shock.*
Jack badly wanted to hold her and talk to her and just be there for her but knew that
now was not the time and this planet was certainly not the place. All he could do
was let her know that he was here.
"Thought you might want some water." Jack said offering her Daniel's canteen. He
could see the confusion in her face. "We left our packs." Jack said simply. Sam
nodded and took a small sip. The water tasted like dust in her mouth. She looked
up at Jack and silently handed him back the water.
*Please go Jack. Please. I can't see you right now. I love you but I just can't!
Please go. Please.*
Jack wanted more than anything to stay but had learned to read Samantha Carter
long ago and nodded understandingly at Sam's silent plea.
"I'm just going to give this back to Danny and then come on back and walk with you,
ok?"
Sam bit her lip hard in an effort not to cry. *No Jack. Please. I just need to be
alone right now. If you walk with me I'll lose it and I really, really can't do that on
this god-damned fucking planet!*
Jack understood every word she didn't say and nodded again. "Alright." Jack said
softly reaching out to touch her. He saw Sam take the smallest of steps away from
him and though it tore at his heart, he knew it was nothing he should take
personally. See the bright side of being psychologically and physically tortured in
the past? You knew exactly what to expect in others.
He pulled his hand back and gave Sam a look of complete understanding. "I'll just
be a hundred feet or so behind you Carter. Let me know if you need anything ok?"
He turned as if to leave and stuck his hands deeply in his pockets. Jack was
surprised to find a tube of chapstick in there and realized that he had stolen it from
Sam's dresser earlier that morning. Jack turned back around and silently handed her
the chapstick with a small smile. "Don't want you burning anything Major." And
with that he walked back towards the very worried Daniel and Teal'c.
Samantha Carter turned back towards the direction of the Stargate and holding the
small tube like a talisman continued her slow walk home. *I will not fucking cry. I
will not! *
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"Welcome home SG-1!" General Hammond said jovially as all four members of his
favorite team stepped through the wormhole. Instantly he could tell something was
wrong. Seriously wrong. Only Daniel and Teal'c had their packs and none of them
had their weapons. He could see a large bruise forming on Major Carter's left cheek
and what appeared to be a scorch mark on Dr. Jackson's shoulder. Zat blast?
"Good to be home Sir." Jack replied without his usual enthusiasm.
"I need to take a shower." Samantha Carter stated in a monotone voice as she
walked down the ramp and out of the room.
"Major!?" General Hammond was quite confused. Of all of them, Major Carter was
always the most conscientious when it came to military protocol. To leave without
being dismissed was absolutely unheard of. George suddenly had a horrible feeling
in the bottom of his stomach.
"Let her go General." Jack said quietly. Hammond nodded and looked the rest of
SG-1 over. Teal'c always looked the same (except when gravely injured). Daniel
seemed upset and a bit uneasy on his feet. And Jack? Jack looked shell shocked.
And for something to do that to Colonel Jack O'Neill- well it must have been pretty
bad.
"Seeing as it's nearly 1600, why don't you all clean up and get cleared by Dr. Frasier.
We'll debrief at 0800 tomorrow morning. You all get a good night's sleep- you look
like you need it."
"Thank you General." Jack said with complete sincerity. Had the General not
offered, Jack was prepared to ask for a 12-hour delay. There was no way he and
Sam could do this today.
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"So what's this I hear about you getting hit with a zat Daniel?" Dr. Fraiser said as
she helped him off with his shirt. He might be somewhat used to the damn things
but they still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Although to be honest, he hadn't really felt it
much until Janet started prodding him. Too worried about Sam.
"Sssss- Ow! Janet that hurt!"
"Sorry." Janet said not really sounding sincere at all. She was always concerned
when a member of an SG team was injured. But a simple zat blast to Daniel? Walk
in the park. Only.. Hold on.
"Daniel!" Janet remarked suddenly. "This looks different." Different was an
understatement. The burn had charred away most of the skin on his left shoulder
leaving a red oozing wound. Walking three hours in the desert certainly hadn't
helped either- the wound was infected.
Daniel hadn't even looked at the burn until Janet pointed it out to him. Naturally just
seeing it caused him to retch and the pain to come crashing down upon him. With
lightening fast reflexes Dr. Frasier placed a small bowl underneath him just in time.
"Easy Daniel." Janet said with genuine sympathy. Like his sketchy eating habits, Dr.
Daniel Jackson had been totally unaware of the severity of his injury until it had been
made blatantly obvious. Whatever had happened on that planet, it was serious
enough to cause him to actually forget about his wound.
"Want to talk about it?" Janet asked handing Daniel a moist tissue.
"Not really." Daniel said utterly exhausted.
"Afraid I need to know at least a little Daniel." Janet said as she set up an IV and
gently pushed a needle into Daniel's vein.
"That wasn't a typical zat blast." Janet began.
"No. It wasn't."
"And?" Getting answers from Daniel was like pulling teeth; Janet needed to get the
Colonel in here. Or Teal'c!
"It was an older model Janet. And at the time, getting hit by the zat sure as hell
beat the alternative!" Daniel sounded angry.
"What alternative Daniel?"
"Raping Sam." Daniel said in the faintest of whispers as he closed his eyes. He
might have been unconscious for most of the "event" but Daniel knew damn well
what had happened and why and … He never got to finish the thought. For the
second time in 10 minutes Daniel Jackson got sick.
Janet again held a bowl in front of Daniel, but it soon became clear that he had
nothing remaining in his stomach. Daniel's physical reaction was to the pain and
trauma of whatever had happened on that planet. Janet wished she could have
heard what Daniel had whispered but was confident she would find out soon enough-
for now it was best for him to rest.
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