Title:Carnage Resurrection
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick... yada and yoda too.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: HUMOuR hehe
Pairings: None...et all!!
Spoilers: The END of STARGATE.........the series :)
Season: Seven (END)
Rating: PG, dont' ask why, felt like it.
Summary: In his return, will Daniel find that Sg-1 doesn't need him?
Author's notes: A good Daniel whump just turn plain old good.
Why do I feel like the summaries make my fics sound longer, when they really aren't?
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of- Wait a minute.
I'm fed up of copy and paste. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
Dont' ask me too. Way too much pressure. :)
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Carnage Resurrection
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Silence.
Unlike it's previous golden, now muddled with grey, black, reassuringly uncertain.
Broken by distant and screaming, lucid in it's wake....
Four dishevelled bodies accompanied by a fifth, vaguely recognisable in the their
ash driven surroundings..
They fought. They protected.
That was their job.
No one fought for them. No one protected them.
They became each other, unidentifiable. A unit. A team.
Now, only visible a four figures, gently, almost carefully laid around a fifth.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit.
Truth, Passion, Hope, Glory and Love.
Now none of those stand.
They have no reason to now.
They fought for their cause. They now claim their freedom........
A figure.
Twitching in the morning haze.
Eyes opening loosely to take in the surroundings.
It starts to get up. Feeling the bruise of victory. Or was it defeat. Too much. Too fast.
The figures moves to another. Sandy and silent. Eyes covered from the day, events too
severe to take in.
A few more twitches, flexing and silent.
A hand reaches for another.
"Carter?" A voice, rough and limply holding on.
"Carter." Again nothing.
"Oh god." Another voice.
"Have we been victorious?" And Another.
"My head hurts." There it is.
The first voice moves their attention to the third.
"Smoky, we're okay."
"Wear are my glasses?"
Four heads turn to a fifth.
The Leader, The Prodigy, the Warrior, The Traitor and The Heroin.
"Did we make it?"
"I would say so JonasQuinn."
"Yea, but I bet they took my house."
"Colonel, They did not take you're house."
"Uh guys? They..did. I saw."
"Doh."
Silence ensued, just for a moment.
"So, Pizza anyone?"
Alone, they could be heroes.
But together, they're Sg-1.
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Just a really lame story, That I wrote a while ago........and liked :)
Hope you do too, please feed :)
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick... yada and yoda too.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: HUMOuR hehe
Pairings: None...et all!!
Spoilers: The END of STARGATE.........the series :)
Season: Seven (END)
Rating: PG, dont' ask why, felt like it.
Summary: In his return, will Daniel find that Sg-1 doesn't need him?
Author's notes: A good Daniel whump just turn plain old good.
Why do I feel like the summaries make my fics sound longer, when they really aren't?
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of- Wait a minute.
I'm fed up of copy and paste. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
Dont' ask me too. Way too much pressure. :)
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Carnage Resurrection
+++++++++++++++++++++
Silence.
Unlike it's previous golden, now muddled with grey, black, reassuringly uncertain.
Broken by distant and screaming, lucid in it's wake....
Four dishevelled bodies accompanied by a fifth, vaguely recognisable in the their
ash driven surroundings..
They fought. They protected.
That was their job.
No one fought for them. No one protected them.
They became each other, unidentifiable. A unit. A team.
Now, only visible a four figures, gently, almost carefully laid around a fifth.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit.
Truth, Passion, Hope, Glory and Love.
Now none of those stand.
They have no reason to now.
They fought for their cause. They now claim their freedom........
A figure.
Twitching in the morning haze.
Eyes opening loosely to take in the surroundings.
It starts to get up. Feeling the bruise of victory. Or was it defeat. Too much. Too fast.
The figures moves to another. Sandy and silent. Eyes covered from the day, events too
severe to take in.
A few more twitches, flexing and silent.
A hand reaches for another.
"Carter?" A voice, rough and limply holding on.
"Carter." Again nothing.
"Oh god." Another voice.
"Have we been victorious?" And Another.
"My head hurts." There it is.
The first voice moves their attention to the third.
"Smoky, we're okay."
"Wear are my glasses?"
Four heads turn to a fifth.
The Leader, The Prodigy, the Warrior, The Traitor and The Heroin.
"Did we make it?"
"I would say so JonasQuinn."
"Yea, but I bet they took my house."
"Colonel, They did not take you're house."
"Uh guys? They..did. I saw."
"Doh."
Silence ensued, just for a moment.
"So, Pizza anyone?"
Alone, they could be heroes.
But together, they're Sg-1.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Just a really lame story, That I wrote a while ago........and liked :)
Hope you do too, please feed :)
