Trust
She leant closer to him in the darkness of the isolation block, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "Experiment on you?" She shook her head, "No, sir, I can't do that." The word 'sir' caught and stuck in her throat, it was so hard not to call him Jack. This whole situation was just too hard.
He reached out and took her chin gently, urging her to look at him. Although the rest of his face had changed, his eyes beneath the brow ridge remained the same. The same captivating brown that had caught her in their siren song years ago, they were the very essence of Jack O'Neill. They looked up at her now full of absolute trust, and a sliver of fear.
She didn't know how much this was harming him; to tame the animal inside of him she had administered a normally fatal dose of sedative. Still he was slipping, losing himself again. He struggled to speak, having to carefully construct each word and fight to get it out.
He moved her head a little with his hand, "Use me". Those two words reached into Janet and tore open a previously well-locked set of feelings. To hear her own words, spoken long ago, reflected back at her like that had a profound effect.
She looked down at the floor for a moment, struggling to maintain her chosen persona of Doctor. She failed.
Bringing her own hand up to where his rested on her cheek, she wrapped her fingers around it. For an instant she shut her eyes and turned slightly into their shared contact, remembering. He shifted slightly, and her eyes flew open. His eyes were shut, then his arm went limp and she let his hand fall down.
She hated to leave him in that darkened cell, locked up like an animal, unless she found a cure he would stay trapped inside himself forever.
She leant closer to him in the darkness of the isolation block, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "Experiment on you?" She shook her head, "No, sir, I can't do that." The word 'sir' caught and stuck in her throat, it was so hard not to call him Jack. This whole situation was just too hard.
He reached out and took her chin gently, urging her to look at him. Although the rest of his face had changed, his eyes beneath the brow ridge remained the same. The same captivating brown that had caught her in their siren song years ago, they were the very essence of Jack O'Neill. They looked up at her now full of absolute trust, and a sliver of fear.
She didn't know how much this was harming him; to tame the animal inside of him she had administered a normally fatal dose of sedative. Still he was slipping, losing himself again. He struggled to speak, having to carefully construct each word and fight to get it out.
He moved her head a little with his hand, "Use me". Those two words reached into Janet and tore open a previously well-locked set of feelings. To hear her own words, spoken long ago, reflected back at her like that had a profound effect.
She looked down at the floor for a moment, struggling to maintain her chosen persona of Doctor. She failed.
Bringing her own hand up to where his rested on her cheek, she wrapped her fingers around it. For an instant she shut her eyes and turned slightly into their shared contact, remembering. He shifted slightly, and her eyes flew open. His eyes were shut, then his arm went limp and she let his hand fall down.
She hated to leave him in that darkened cell, locked up like an animal, unless she found a cure he would stay trapped inside himself forever.