Day Nine: Daniel___
(This part written by Layton Colt)
Surreal.
That's the only way to explain this situation. I have no shirt on. And I'm in bed with a man, also with no shirt.
"Quit hogging the blanket," Jack snarls.
So surreal.
We're freezing. Jack's smurf comment had been another attempt at humor--but had become scarily accurate for both of us over the course of the night.
I yank my portion of the blanket back over to me, causing Jack to glare over in my direction. "Do you MIND?" he snaps.
I glare back. Then tug a little more of the blanket to my side.
He sneers at me.
Sam and Teal'c are outside, Sam working, as she had been all night, on the temperature control, and Teal'c outside the door, wishing for his staff weapon, I'm sure.
Jack and I have entered a reluctant alliance of sorts--because there's only one blanket--and the temperature is still dropping. He's glaring and moaning still, but neither of us would kick the other out. Things were getting serious--and we were having to face the possibility that we might not be making it out of here alive.
And that if we didn't, Earth wouldn't either.
Fighting over strip poker and staring contests seemed so petty now. Jack wasn't going to apologize, one look at his face pretty much guarantees that. Well, if we're going to die, I might as well go out as the bigger man.
"I'm sorry I cheated," I say quietly.
Jack freezes, and stops trying to pull the blanket more to his side. "What did you say?" he demands.
"I said I was sorry," I snap.
Okay. So I don't sound particularly sorry. But I'm cold, and miserable, and we'd been fighting for DAYS.
"Sound a little less contrite, why don't you?"
"Well at least I apologized. You haven't said you were sorry for any of this at all," I say.
"Fine. I'm sorry too."
I narrow my eyes. He sounds even less apologetic than I did. "You don't mean that," I snap.
"But you did?" he growls back.
We return to our mutual glaring.
"Daniel? Sir?" Sam's voice reaches us, but just barely. It's quiet from the cold, and shaking just like ours. "Are you two alright?"
"Just keep working, Carter," Jack yells.
"We're fine, Sam," I call a second later. "Just a bit cold. Don't worry about us."
Jack turns on me. "Don't worry about us?" he mouths angrily. "We're turning BLUE." And the second part he just shouted.
I could just see Sam wincing on the other side of the door.
"This is our fault too," I say. "You don't have to take it out on Sam."
"This is YOUR fault too," he says back pompously.
"Oh don't act like you didn't know what would happen if you started singing that song again. You were asking for it," I say.
"I did that because you've been asking for it. All WEEK. No, correction, make that for the last three YEARS."
"Excuse me?" I demand.
"You're a pain in the ass, Daniel," he tells me.
"And you're a condescending asshole."
"Nice way to talk to your commanding officer," he snaps.
"I just follow my esteemed leader's shining example."
"See? SEE? THAT'S what I'm talking about. You're a smart ass."
"Well, I am a PhD," I point out.
"Pushing it, Daniel. SO pushing it."
"Sorry," I say honestly. "I never used to be like this, you know. I blame you. I never used to go ranting on about the Swiss or make references to the Wizard of Oz, but you just had to rub off on me!"
"You're blaming ME?" he yells. "ME? You're saying it's my fault you're like this?"
"Well, look at the facts!" I say back. "I was a perfectly nice person until I met you."
"You were a geek," he says.
"At least I was a nice geek," I snap.
He glares. I smile.
We hear some more crashes outside the door. And we both wince simultaneously. Teal'c should have learned already he won't be able to break down the door. I guess they're getting desperate. But they can't be much better off.
Of course they probably have shirts on. And jackets. With sleeves and everything.
I bet they even have shoes.
I turn to look at Jack's feet, which are peeking out of the edge of the blanket. Jack has shoes. I glare at the shoes for a moment. But soon I'm just leaning back against the wall, pulling the blanket around me and closing my eyes.
"HEY!"
My eyes snap open. "Wh-what?"
"Don't fall asleep," Jack says gruffly. "It's getting too cold to fall asleep."
Because we might not wake up, I realize.
Jack puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls the blanket more around me. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Sharing body heat, what do you think?" he asks.
"I'm tired, Jack," I tell him.
We've been up 36 hours, and spent the majority of that time slowly freezing. I don't know how much longer we'll be able to stay awake.
"You can't go to sleep," he says. "You got that? I have plans for you when we get back to the SGC."
I smile slightly. "I'm not cheating for you, Jack."
"I'll give you fifty percent," he tells me generously.
"No," I say. "Cheating is wrong."
"But it's okay to cheat on me?"
"Of course," I tell him bemusedly.
"Your mind is a scary place, Danny boy," he laughs. "Oh, and you do know if you cheat on me again I'll--"
"I know," I interrupt quietly. "You'll sing to me."
"Damn right I will. You don't want to mess with me," he says. I don't have to look to know he's grinning.
I try to stop it, really I do, but my head falls to the side and onto his shoulder. I'm too tired to lift it again.
"I really am sorry, Jack," I tell him.
"Me too, Daniel," he whispers.
"And, Jack," I say.
"Yes?"
"Quit hogging the blanket . . . "
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(This part written by Layton Colt)
Surreal.
That's the only way to explain this situation. I have no shirt on. And I'm in bed with a man, also with no shirt.
"Quit hogging the blanket," Jack snarls.
So surreal.
We're freezing. Jack's smurf comment had been another attempt at humor--but had become scarily accurate for both of us over the course of the night.
I yank my portion of the blanket back over to me, causing Jack to glare over in my direction. "Do you MIND?" he snaps.
I glare back. Then tug a little more of the blanket to my side.
He sneers at me.
Sam and Teal'c are outside, Sam working, as she had been all night, on the temperature control, and Teal'c outside the door, wishing for his staff weapon, I'm sure.
Jack and I have entered a reluctant alliance of sorts--because there's only one blanket--and the temperature is still dropping. He's glaring and moaning still, but neither of us would kick the other out. Things were getting serious--and we were having to face the possibility that we might not be making it out of here alive.
And that if we didn't, Earth wouldn't either.
Fighting over strip poker and staring contests seemed so petty now. Jack wasn't going to apologize, one look at his face pretty much guarantees that. Well, if we're going to die, I might as well go out as the bigger man.
"I'm sorry I cheated," I say quietly.
Jack freezes, and stops trying to pull the blanket more to his side. "What did you say?" he demands.
"I said I was sorry," I snap.
Okay. So I don't sound particularly sorry. But I'm cold, and miserable, and we'd been fighting for DAYS.
"Sound a little less contrite, why don't you?"
"Well at least I apologized. You haven't said you were sorry for any of this at all," I say.
"Fine. I'm sorry too."
I narrow my eyes. He sounds even less apologetic than I did. "You don't mean that," I snap.
"But you did?" he growls back.
We return to our mutual glaring.
"Daniel? Sir?" Sam's voice reaches us, but just barely. It's quiet from the cold, and shaking just like ours. "Are you two alright?"
"Just keep working, Carter," Jack yells.
"We're fine, Sam," I call a second later. "Just a bit cold. Don't worry about us."
Jack turns on me. "Don't worry about us?" he mouths angrily. "We're turning BLUE." And the second part he just shouted.
I could just see Sam wincing on the other side of the door.
"This is our fault too," I say. "You don't have to take it out on Sam."
"This is YOUR fault too," he says back pompously.
"Oh don't act like you didn't know what would happen if you started singing that song again. You were asking for it," I say.
"I did that because you've been asking for it. All WEEK. No, correction, make that for the last three YEARS."
"Excuse me?" I demand.
"You're a pain in the ass, Daniel," he tells me.
"And you're a condescending asshole."
"Nice way to talk to your commanding officer," he snaps.
"I just follow my esteemed leader's shining example."
"See? SEE? THAT'S what I'm talking about. You're a smart ass."
"Well, I am a PhD," I point out.
"Pushing it, Daniel. SO pushing it."
"Sorry," I say honestly. "I never used to be like this, you know. I blame you. I never used to go ranting on about the Swiss or make references to the Wizard of Oz, but you just had to rub off on me!"
"You're blaming ME?" he yells. "ME? You're saying it's my fault you're like this?"
"Well, look at the facts!" I say back. "I was a perfectly nice person until I met you."
"You were a geek," he says.
"At least I was a nice geek," I snap.
He glares. I smile.
We hear some more crashes outside the door. And we both wince simultaneously. Teal'c should have learned already he won't be able to break down the door. I guess they're getting desperate. But they can't be much better off.
Of course they probably have shirts on. And jackets. With sleeves and everything.
I bet they even have shoes.
I turn to look at Jack's feet, which are peeking out of the edge of the blanket. Jack has shoes. I glare at the shoes for a moment. But soon I'm just leaning back against the wall, pulling the blanket around me and closing my eyes.
"HEY!"
My eyes snap open. "Wh-what?"
"Don't fall asleep," Jack says gruffly. "It's getting too cold to fall asleep."
Because we might not wake up, I realize.
Jack puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls the blanket more around me. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Sharing body heat, what do you think?" he asks.
"I'm tired, Jack," I tell him.
We've been up 36 hours, and spent the majority of that time slowly freezing. I don't know how much longer we'll be able to stay awake.
"You can't go to sleep," he says. "You got that? I have plans for you when we get back to the SGC."
I smile slightly. "I'm not cheating for you, Jack."
"I'll give you fifty percent," he tells me generously.
"No," I say. "Cheating is wrong."
"But it's okay to cheat on me?"
"Of course," I tell him bemusedly.
"Your mind is a scary place, Danny boy," he laughs. "Oh, and you do know if you cheat on me again I'll--"
"I know," I interrupt quietly. "You'll sing to me."
"Damn right I will. You don't want to mess with me," he says. I don't have to look to know he's grinning.
I try to stop it, really I do, but my head falls to the side and onto his shoulder. I'm too tired to lift it again.
"I really am sorry, Jack," I tell him.
"Me too, Daniel," he whispers.
"And, Jack," I say.
"Yes?"
"Quit hogging the blanket . . . "
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