Walking, Waiting, Wanting.
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She heard their voices, echoing. Voices on the wind. She had followed the road, it seemed to end but as she neared, the end it grew further the end grew distant. She would continue and still it would not come near. However, if she rested he would come. Moreover, she did not want to return. With him lay pain and torture. He revelled in torturing souls, torturing her soul. She feared her strength would wan and she would give in too his torture, she was too proud to grovel and beg for mercy. She could not run, her feet would move no faster than the pace she was travelling at.
She cursed the voices, they were mocking her. Daring her to answer. She had called for them when she was in need, but they had not answered. Only he had answered and he was not calling her name and so she stayed silent, and wandered along. She had been resting, but the voices had woken her and now even after the cries had become quieter the echoes of their cries still carried along the wind, falling on her ears. She wanted to stay but her heart fought her stubborn mind and made her walk towards them. She admitted she had ran for a time, even tried too call for them at first. But her throat was so cold and dry. She felt her voice was now lost, maybe it was through her stubborn refusal too answer the calls, or from the torture she knew she had encountered. As distant as the cries on the wind, so were the visions of her torture. The further she walked from them. The more distant their memory and so if only too keep from the horrific thoughts her feet marched along never wavering from their stride, never faltering on the path underfoot.
A soft light shone by her side. She was conscious of it but did not turn too look. Its silent presence was a strength and comfort and she was happy knowing it was there. Therefore, she walked, knowing neither day nor night. How long she needed too travel she did not know, but she continued neither breathless nor fatigued. The light by her side keeping her focused on the road ahead.
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"JonasQuinn?"
Jonas heard a voice dragging him from his fatigued state. He furrowed his brow and gathered his last strands on sense together.
"Tealc? What's going on?"
"Doctor Frasier has refused too let me stay by O'Neill's side any longer. She insisted you and I go and get something too eat"
"Couldn't you have waited till I'd woken first T?"
"You have slept for 7 hours JonasQuinn, I do not remember the last time either of us had anything of sustenance too east. DoctorFrasier has insisted we do not return for at least an hour, unless there is change in which case she will send someone too fetch us"
Jonas sat up quickly. Seven hours? He'd slept for seven hours? It felt like only a few. Tealc was right, they needed too eat and then they could go and check Jack and Sam. Sam, no change or someone would have come for him. His heart sank lower, there had too be something they could do.
He swivelled his body and stood from his bed. He had slept in his clothes, having fallen into an exhausted sleep. He would get something too eat and have a quick shower before going back too see his colleague. He and Tealc headed towards the mess hall. Their thoughts filled with hope for their two friends. All they could do was wait.
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Jack awoke from another deep slumber with a jolt. Vivid memories were in his mind. Nightmares had accompanied his sleep. He had been in the torture chamber, in the gravity well. Memories of his first experience and his more vivid second meeting had melded into one. His voice had given up to cries of pain. A dagger had buried into his chest, which had caused him to awake. He wiped cold beads of sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He glanced around as his eyes became accustomed to the dim rays of a light left on at the far end of the room. He shifted uncomfortably. His body felt stiff and ached, he slowly rotated his neck, trying too take out the tension. Sitting up he wondered how Sam was. He considered sneaking from his bed and going too check for himself. Nevertheless, decided he would rather be back with Baal than suffer the wrath of Janet Frasier. The woman was a hawk. He glanced up at the small camera set in the corner of the room surprised she had not arrived already.
He picked up the small glass of water from his bedside, the coolness easing the grain of his throat. He looked around boredly. He didn't want too sleep, and he didn't want to think. He wanted too see Sam. He wanted a shower and he really wanted something too eat, but first. He manoeuvred himself slowly off the bed, his legs wobbled for a moment under his weight and he leaned on the bed regaining his balance. He picked up the robe, which had been folded over the nearby chair and slipped it on as he turned toward the restroom, which thankfully was situated ensuite in the particular room where he was situated.
When he returned from the bathroom the sight of his CO and Doctor Death standing waiting greeted him for him. Janet was looking unhappy and the General was glancing about vaguely at the instruments. Jack rolled his eyes too the ceiling for a moment and walked back to his bed.
"Nice to see you up and about Colonel" said Janet in an icy tone.
"I don't do bed pans doc" he replied, "General Hammond. You're a sight for sore eyes Sir"
Hammond smiled for a brief moment.
"How are you feeling Jack?"
"Restless Sir. Need a change of scenery. I was hoping I could go for a wander, maybe see Carter?"
"I'm afraid that's in the Doctors hands Jack. I am about too go and see Major Carter myself; Doctor Frasier told me you were awake again. I just wanted too make sure your ok?"
Jack smiled too himself at the General's concern. The man had a hell of a job and still found time too worry for every single person of his personnel.
"I will survive Sir."
Jack was silent for a moment. He wanted to say more but could not find the words. He needed too think but it was too soon. The General patted him on the shoulder.
"SG1 is on stand down indefinitely Jack. Until you and Sam are back in shape your on downtime. I want you all too go and have a break. Tealc and Jonas need it as much as you both, and being together will do you all some good."
"Yes Sir, thankyou Sir"
The General excused himself and went in to see Sam, who had still not awoke. Janet started checking over Jack's vitals.
"So doc when can I go and see her?"
"As soon as you're finished here Colonel. Sam still hasn't woken up"
Her voice was low as she spoke, Jack knew this was having a hard time on her as well.
"I know Carter. She'll fight this."
Janet finished her check and after what seemed like a life time of waiting he was finally permitted to go and sit by the bedside of his 2IC.
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She heard their voices, echoing. Voices on the wind. She had followed the road, it seemed to end but as she neared, the end it grew further the end grew distant. She would continue and still it would not come near. However, if she rested he would come. Moreover, she did not want to return. With him lay pain and torture. He revelled in torturing souls, torturing her soul. She feared her strength would wan and she would give in too his torture, she was too proud to grovel and beg for mercy. She could not run, her feet would move no faster than the pace she was travelling at.
She cursed the voices, they were mocking her. Daring her to answer. She had called for them when she was in need, but they had not answered. Only he had answered and he was not calling her name and so she stayed silent, and wandered along. She had been resting, but the voices had woken her and now even after the cries had become quieter the echoes of their cries still carried along the wind, falling on her ears. She wanted to stay but her heart fought her stubborn mind and made her walk towards them. She admitted she had ran for a time, even tried too call for them at first. But her throat was so cold and dry. She felt her voice was now lost, maybe it was through her stubborn refusal too answer the calls, or from the torture she knew she had encountered. As distant as the cries on the wind, so were the visions of her torture. The further she walked from them. The more distant their memory and so if only too keep from the horrific thoughts her feet marched along never wavering from their stride, never faltering on the path underfoot.
A soft light shone by her side. She was conscious of it but did not turn too look. Its silent presence was a strength and comfort and she was happy knowing it was there. Therefore, she walked, knowing neither day nor night. How long she needed too travel she did not know, but she continued neither breathless nor fatigued. The light by her side keeping her focused on the road ahead.
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"JonasQuinn?"
Jonas heard a voice dragging him from his fatigued state. He furrowed his brow and gathered his last strands on sense together.
"Tealc? What's going on?"
"Doctor Frasier has refused too let me stay by O'Neill's side any longer. She insisted you and I go and get something too eat"
"Couldn't you have waited till I'd woken first T?"
"You have slept for 7 hours JonasQuinn, I do not remember the last time either of us had anything of sustenance too east. DoctorFrasier has insisted we do not return for at least an hour, unless there is change in which case she will send someone too fetch us"
Jonas sat up quickly. Seven hours? He'd slept for seven hours? It felt like only a few. Tealc was right, they needed too eat and then they could go and check Jack and Sam. Sam, no change or someone would have come for him. His heart sank lower, there had too be something they could do.
He swivelled his body and stood from his bed. He had slept in his clothes, having fallen into an exhausted sleep. He would get something too eat and have a quick shower before going back too see his colleague. He and Tealc headed towards the mess hall. Their thoughts filled with hope for their two friends. All they could do was wait.
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Jack awoke from another deep slumber with a jolt. Vivid memories were in his mind. Nightmares had accompanied his sleep. He had been in the torture chamber, in the gravity well. Memories of his first experience and his more vivid second meeting had melded into one. His voice had given up to cries of pain. A dagger had buried into his chest, which had caused him to awake. He wiped cold beads of sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He glanced around as his eyes became accustomed to the dim rays of a light left on at the far end of the room. He shifted uncomfortably. His body felt stiff and ached, he slowly rotated his neck, trying too take out the tension. Sitting up he wondered how Sam was. He considered sneaking from his bed and going too check for himself. Nevertheless, decided he would rather be back with Baal than suffer the wrath of Janet Frasier. The woman was a hawk. He glanced up at the small camera set in the corner of the room surprised she had not arrived already.
He picked up the small glass of water from his bedside, the coolness easing the grain of his throat. He looked around boredly. He didn't want too sleep, and he didn't want to think. He wanted too see Sam. He wanted a shower and he really wanted something too eat, but first. He manoeuvred himself slowly off the bed, his legs wobbled for a moment under his weight and he leaned on the bed regaining his balance. He picked up the robe, which had been folded over the nearby chair and slipped it on as he turned toward the restroom, which thankfully was situated ensuite in the particular room where he was situated.
When he returned from the bathroom the sight of his CO and Doctor Death standing waiting greeted him for him. Janet was looking unhappy and the General was glancing about vaguely at the instruments. Jack rolled his eyes too the ceiling for a moment and walked back to his bed.
"Nice to see you up and about Colonel" said Janet in an icy tone.
"I don't do bed pans doc" he replied, "General Hammond. You're a sight for sore eyes Sir"
Hammond smiled for a brief moment.
"How are you feeling Jack?"
"Restless Sir. Need a change of scenery. I was hoping I could go for a wander, maybe see Carter?"
"I'm afraid that's in the Doctors hands Jack. I am about too go and see Major Carter myself; Doctor Frasier told me you were awake again. I just wanted too make sure your ok?"
Jack smiled too himself at the General's concern. The man had a hell of a job and still found time too worry for every single person of his personnel.
"I will survive Sir."
Jack was silent for a moment. He wanted to say more but could not find the words. He needed too think but it was too soon. The General patted him on the shoulder.
"SG1 is on stand down indefinitely Jack. Until you and Sam are back in shape your on downtime. I want you all too go and have a break. Tealc and Jonas need it as much as you both, and being together will do you all some good."
"Yes Sir, thankyou Sir"
The General excused himself and went in to see Sam, who had still not awoke. Janet started checking over Jack's vitals.
"So doc when can I go and see her?"
"As soon as you're finished here Colonel. Sam still hasn't woken up"
Her voice was low as she spoke, Jack knew this was having a hard time on her as well.
"I know Carter. She'll fight this."
Janet finished her check and after what seemed like a life time of waiting he was finally permitted to go and sit by the bedside of his 2IC.
