Title: Chase
Summary: The games begin. (Sequel to 'Consequences', 'Causes', 'Choices' and 'Chances' which will be collectively known henceforth as the 'Cause and Effect' series.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Here we go again! Thanks to Annie, Yllek, Steph and Claire. Feedback may inspire my muse to write quicker.
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As promised we've been set free armed with knives. Now all we have to do is remember the way back to the gate and not get caught.
Simple.
I wish.
Jack had been incredulous when I told them what our 'host' had decided to do with us. I agree with his sentiments that there is not a chance in hell he intends to play fair. Sam and Daniel were equally stunned but happy to grab the opportunity we've been given.
We were taken to the edge of the forest and left. We didn't stay put, we needed to get some distance between our pursuers and us.
So we ran, Jack taking point, Teal'c bringing up the rear and attempting to cover our tracks. Our objective is to simply get home, engaging the enemy only if necessary.
Could be a lot easier said than done.
We stop momentarily to get our bearings and use the pause to catch a breath. Teal'c's still a beat behind us moving quietly and swiftly.
Everyone's alert, eyes scanning the trees and undergrowth around us. We stay silent communicating with looks and the odd hand signal so we can keep our ears open for any sound that might indicate a Jaffa nearby.
I can see Sam watching me out of the corner of her eye almost anxiously. I know I don't look good and to be honest I don't feel all that hot either. Right now this minute I'm the least of our problems though so I attempt to give her what I hope looks like a reassuring look in return. I don't think she buys it.
She lifts her hand to scratch at the back of her neck absently and I notice a nasty looking red swelling. I move close enough to whisper to her.
"Something we should know about?" Her hand stops moving as she looks at me speculatively.
"The back of your neck." She almost smiles as comprehension dawns.
"Just an insect bite Dad. Nothing to worry about."
Jack signals to us to be ready to move. Teal'c's caught up and we can't afford to hang around any longer.
That's when we hear it, a rustling in the undergrowth followed by the distinctive sound of a footfall.
Summary: The games begin. (Sequel to 'Consequences', 'Causes', 'Choices' and 'Chances' which will be collectively known henceforth as the 'Cause and Effect' series.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Here we go again! Thanks to Annie, Yllek, Steph and Claire. Feedback may inspire my muse to write quicker.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As promised we've been set free armed with knives. Now all we have to do is remember the way back to the gate and not get caught.
Simple.
I wish.
Jack had been incredulous when I told them what our 'host' had decided to do with us. I agree with his sentiments that there is not a chance in hell he intends to play fair. Sam and Daniel were equally stunned but happy to grab the opportunity we've been given.
We were taken to the edge of the forest and left. We didn't stay put, we needed to get some distance between our pursuers and us.
So we ran, Jack taking point, Teal'c bringing up the rear and attempting to cover our tracks. Our objective is to simply get home, engaging the enemy only if necessary.
Could be a lot easier said than done.
We stop momentarily to get our bearings and use the pause to catch a breath. Teal'c's still a beat behind us moving quietly and swiftly.
Everyone's alert, eyes scanning the trees and undergrowth around us. We stay silent communicating with looks and the odd hand signal so we can keep our ears open for any sound that might indicate a Jaffa nearby.
I can see Sam watching me out of the corner of her eye almost anxiously. I know I don't look good and to be honest I don't feel all that hot either. Right now this minute I'm the least of our problems though so I attempt to give her what I hope looks like a reassuring look in return. I don't think she buys it.
She lifts her hand to scratch at the back of her neck absently and I notice a nasty looking red swelling. I move close enough to whisper to her.
"Something we should know about?" Her hand stops moving as she looks at me speculatively.
"The back of your neck." She almost smiles as comprehension dawns.
"Just an insect bite Dad. Nothing to worry about."
Jack signals to us to be ready to move. Teal'c's caught up and we can't afford to hang around any longer.
That's when we hear it, a rustling in the undergrowth followed by the distinctive sound of a footfall.