Title: In the Middle pt 8
Spoilers: None really
Rating: R for language and mature themes
Pairing: Slightly S&J
Archive: SJD yes
Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me!
AN: Wow I know it's been a while but school's been nuts lately. Well that and this was probably the hardest chapter to write. I actually had a dream about one of the scenes, you can probably guess which one, which is what prompted me to write this (Well without S&J…) So I hope everyone likes the chapter. It's kinda deep. Feedback craved! Let me know if you want a follow up chapter.
A loud mechanical whistle woke everyone up from their restless sleep. People all around them were doing the same thing they were; sitting up and looking around wide eyed. Then the guards came.
"Move it! Now go you worthless pieces of junk! Go go go!" They were running down the aisles of the barracks, guns in hand, trying to motivate people to move. Jack and Sam were on their feet immediately, and Teal'c jumped off the top bunk, beating Daniel down.
"What the hell is going on?" Daniel asked.
"Not sure, but I think we should follow," Jack said. They all mutually nodded their heads, and headed out the say way everyone else was going.
"Run! Go now! Run!" the guards started yelling. People were pushing and shoving, knocking people over and trampling them in their efforts to save themselves. Women were near hysterics, and their children were crying. They were led out into the large field where they had to line up every morning to take role call, so the guards could see who wasn't there and go find them, if they were still alive.
By some miracle, the massive mush was formed into a single file line, walking slowly to a guard at the front of the line. They could hear him yelling of, "Left! Right! Right!" to the prisoners, and pointing with his thumb the direction he was yelling.
"Right! Right!" he yelled off to Sam and Jack, and had sent Daniel and Teal'c to the left. Jack didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"We'll find you later!" he yelled out to his comrades, knowing that whatever was going to go down was going to be very bad.
"Held!" Daniel called out to their new friend who ended up in the same group as them. Held looked confusedly looked around. Relief washed over his face when he saw his friends and jogged the short distance to meet them.
"Daniel! Teal'c! I'm so glad you're over here! Where are the Colonel and Major?"
"They had to go in the other line," Daniel replied. The crestfallen look on Held's face was devastating.
"What are the differences between the lines?" Teal'c asked. Held almost looked afraid to tell them.
"Carter!" Jack yelled to her as she was almost trampled over. He reached out and grabbed her upper right arm and pulled her up straight. The large fellow who almost knocked her down casted a glance over his shoulder, almost in curiosity.
"Thanks," she muttered, gaining her bearing again. They were being headed into what looked like a piece of farm equipment. It reminded Sam of one of the wagons that little kids would go on for haunted hay-wagon rides, except the top was about three feet taller than her, and the wires that made the cage seemed to be made out of some type different wire. She saw a little boy get pulled up by his mother, their eyes connecting. He was terrified. He didn't understand any of this, nor should he have had to.
They were one of the last people shoved on, so they got to stay on the edge to see what was happening. Or so they thought. Much to their dismay, they were at the back of the wagon and it started moving forward. That's when the screaming started.
"What?!" Daniel yelled.
"They cannot do this," Teal'c said, his voice defiant.
"They can, and they are." Held's voice was broken. He hated it as much as Daniel and Teal'c.
"We've got to do something."
"I agree, DanielJackson. But what can we do?" At that moment, all the hope they held on to came running through the grounds to help.
"Oh my god!" Sam yelled, realizing what was going to happen to them.
"Sam?" Jack asked, yelling over the panic.
"They're going to burn us alive," she said, and had his head not been lowered by hers, he wouldn't have heard her.
"What?" She never answered, her breathe was pushed out of her. The crowds were trying to push out of the wagon's entrance, which is where they currently stood. Jack stood directly between Sam and the crowd, but it was all vain. She was getting pushed against the wires so hard that they were starting to cut her cheek.
"Oh my god I can feel the heat!" she yelled. The wagon was on some type of type of track, pulling it inside of a blazing inferno. The Jaffa were going to burn them alive in this wagon.
"Daniel! You were right! Juest is trying to take over!" Held yelled above the battle sounds. They were all crouched down trying to avoid the firefight. The Jaffa were fighting each other; a civil war was breaking out in a world war. This was their time to get out, to make a break for it.
"We have to stop that wagon from killing everyone!" Daniel yelled as he took of, tearing through the throng of people.
The cries were almost unbearable. The smell was almost as bad. The smell of human flesh as its burning is one of the worst things that could ever happen. Being burnt to death is the worst possible death anyone could endure. The body is on fire, and it feels everything. The flesh being burnt off, the nerve endings being destroyed which causes an immense amount of pain, the smell, the fear of dying, and the knowledge that nothing can be done. That was their worst nightmare coming alive. The wagon was moving closer and closer into the giant oven.
They were still be pushed onto the back end of the wagon. They were even pushing themselves. Jack put his hand over Sam's, which was clinging to one of the spaces in the wire. The worst thing about this is death is that they couldn't stop it.
The wagon creaked along, bringing the occupants closer and closer to annihilation.
Creak. A minute passed. Or was it a second?
Creak. Sam tried as best to hold his hand, terrified that this was the end. It wasn't going out in a blazing glory, fighting some Jaffa. It wasn't going to be as an old woman, warm in her bed and happy that her life was wonderful. It was in a wagon, amongst the hatred of a war that wasn't even hers. It was with people who were killing because of who their leads were. 'How stupid', she thought to herself, and continued to count the creaks.
Creak. Jack snuggled closer, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. No words needed to be said between them.
Cre--
It stopped.
Neither of them realized that they both scrunched up their faces and tightened their body, a natural reaction as if they were about to be punched. The wagon sat still for a second before it started to move again.
They didn't realize that the screaming stopped until it started over either. Except they were moving in the opposite direction. They were being pulled out of the oven and, hopefully, to safety. Once they passed the smoke, they looked to see who their savors were.
"Daniel!" Sam cried out. He saw her, and ran up to the wagon. He jumped on the edge outside of the cage to greet his friends. Sam grasped him through the wires was best as possible, and he held back.
"Danny! Thank god!" Jack hadn't remembered when he sounded more relieved.
"Don't worry guys! We're going to get you out of here!"
"What's going on? Why are we in here?" Sam asked.
"I was right. Juest is trying to overthrow Menhit right now, and I guess one way to piss him off enough is to get rid of some of his workers. But with the battle that's going on right now, they won't even notice us when we get the hell outta here!"
"Spoken like a true military man!" Jack yelled. As soon as the wagon was completely out of the over, Teal'c stood before it and shot a staff blast at the lock, freeing the people. Or those that were left.
Sam and Jack jumped out and were greeted by Held who set the manuals to get them out and started to run past the wagon. Jack and Sam were loosely holding on to each other's arms, so when Sam stopped, he did too. They saw the back end of the wagon.
"Oh god," she muttered. The back half had nothing in it, except the ashes. There were ashes all over the floor, the remains of the people who once stood there. The group stood for a minute, but Teal'c pulled them back to reality.
"We must leave now!" Sam snapped back to reality. She tried to erase the memory of the little boy looking at her. She meekly nodded to everyone as they ran.
"Don't move!" They had only been trying to get back to the gate for about two hours, trying not to say anything or do anything to draw any extra attention to themselves. Freezing in the spot the stood, they slowly raised their arms. Whoever had the guns on them were behind them.
"Identify yourselves!" the voice barked.
"Colonel Jack O'Neill US-" he started.
"Colonel! Major Thomas, SG-6!" With that, they all whipped around to see their saviors.
"Major, it's nice of you to show up now," Jack muttered.
"Sorry sir, we ran into some issues. Let's go back home and we can explain it there."
"Yessir," he muttered.
"Home?" Held asked.
"Yeah Held, home. Come on, let's go." Daniel put his arm around his friend and led him in the direction of the gate.
TBC maybe? Feedback loved!
AN: Wow I know it's been a while but school's been nuts lately. Well that and this was probably the hardest chapter to write. I actually had a dream about one of the scenes, you can probably guess which one, which is what prompted me to write this (Well without S&J…) So I hope everyone likes the chapter. It's kinda deep. Feedback craved! Let me know if you want a follow up chapter.
A loud mechanical whistle woke everyone up from their restless sleep. People all around them were doing the same thing they were; sitting up and looking around wide eyed. Then the guards came.
"Move it! Now go you worthless pieces of junk! Go go go!" They were running down the aisles of the barracks, guns in hand, trying to motivate people to move. Jack and Sam were on their feet immediately, and Teal'c jumped off the top bunk, beating Daniel down.
"What the hell is going on?" Daniel asked.
"Not sure, but I think we should follow," Jack said. They all mutually nodded their heads, and headed out the say way everyone else was going.
"Run! Go now! Run!" the guards started yelling. People were pushing and shoving, knocking people over and trampling them in their efforts to save themselves. Women were near hysterics, and their children were crying. They were led out into the large field where they had to line up every morning to take role call, so the guards could see who wasn't there and go find them, if they were still alive.
By some miracle, the massive mush was formed into a single file line, walking slowly to a guard at the front of the line. They could hear him yelling of, "Left! Right! Right!" to the prisoners, and pointing with his thumb the direction he was yelling.
"Right! Right!" he yelled off to Sam and Jack, and had sent Daniel and Teal'c to the left. Jack didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"We'll find you later!" he yelled out to his comrades, knowing that whatever was going to go down was going to be very bad.
"Held!" Daniel called out to their new friend who ended up in the same group as them. Held looked confusedly looked around. Relief washed over his face when he saw his friends and jogged the short distance to meet them.
"Daniel! Teal'c! I'm so glad you're over here! Where are the Colonel and Major?"
"They had to go in the other line," Daniel replied. The crestfallen look on Held's face was devastating.
"What are the differences between the lines?" Teal'c asked. Held almost looked afraid to tell them.
"Carter!" Jack yelled to her as she was almost trampled over. He reached out and grabbed her upper right arm and pulled her up straight. The large fellow who almost knocked her down casted a glance over his shoulder, almost in curiosity.
"Thanks," she muttered, gaining her bearing again. They were being headed into what looked like a piece of farm equipment. It reminded Sam of one of the wagons that little kids would go on for haunted hay-wagon rides, except the top was about three feet taller than her, and the wires that made the cage seemed to be made out of some type different wire. She saw a little boy get pulled up by his mother, their eyes connecting. He was terrified. He didn't understand any of this, nor should he have had to.
They were one of the last people shoved on, so they got to stay on the edge to see what was happening. Or so they thought. Much to their dismay, they were at the back of the wagon and it started moving forward. That's when the screaming started.
"What?!" Daniel yelled.
"They cannot do this," Teal'c said, his voice defiant.
"They can, and they are." Held's voice was broken. He hated it as much as Daniel and Teal'c.
"We've got to do something."
"I agree, DanielJackson. But what can we do?" At that moment, all the hope they held on to came running through the grounds to help.
"Oh my god!" Sam yelled, realizing what was going to happen to them.
"Sam?" Jack asked, yelling over the panic.
"They're going to burn us alive," she said, and had his head not been lowered by hers, he wouldn't have heard her.
"What?" She never answered, her breathe was pushed out of her. The crowds were trying to push out of the wagon's entrance, which is where they currently stood. Jack stood directly between Sam and the crowd, but it was all vain. She was getting pushed against the wires so hard that they were starting to cut her cheek.
"Oh my god I can feel the heat!" she yelled. The wagon was on some type of type of track, pulling it inside of a blazing inferno. The Jaffa were going to burn them alive in this wagon.
"Daniel! You were right! Juest is trying to take over!" Held yelled above the battle sounds. They were all crouched down trying to avoid the firefight. The Jaffa were fighting each other; a civil war was breaking out in a world war. This was their time to get out, to make a break for it.
"We have to stop that wagon from killing everyone!" Daniel yelled as he took of, tearing through the throng of people.
The cries were almost unbearable. The smell was almost as bad. The smell of human flesh as its burning is one of the worst things that could ever happen. Being burnt to death is the worst possible death anyone could endure. The body is on fire, and it feels everything. The flesh being burnt off, the nerve endings being destroyed which causes an immense amount of pain, the smell, the fear of dying, and the knowledge that nothing can be done. That was their worst nightmare coming alive. The wagon was moving closer and closer into the giant oven.
They were still be pushed onto the back end of the wagon. They were even pushing themselves. Jack put his hand over Sam's, which was clinging to one of the spaces in the wire. The worst thing about this is death is that they couldn't stop it.
The wagon creaked along, bringing the occupants closer and closer to annihilation.
Creak. A minute passed. Or was it a second?
Creak. Sam tried as best to hold his hand, terrified that this was the end. It wasn't going out in a blazing glory, fighting some Jaffa. It wasn't going to be as an old woman, warm in her bed and happy that her life was wonderful. It was in a wagon, amongst the hatred of a war that wasn't even hers. It was with people who were killing because of who their leads were. 'How stupid', she thought to herself, and continued to count the creaks.
Creak. Jack snuggled closer, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. No words needed to be said between them.
Cre--
It stopped.
Neither of them realized that they both scrunched up their faces and tightened their body, a natural reaction as if they were about to be punched. The wagon sat still for a second before it started to move again.
They didn't realize that the screaming stopped until it started over either. Except they were moving in the opposite direction. They were being pulled out of the oven and, hopefully, to safety. Once they passed the smoke, they looked to see who their savors were.
"Daniel!" Sam cried out. He saw her, and ran up to the wagon. He jumped on the edge outside of the cage to greet his friends. Sam grasped him through the wires was best as possible, and he held back.
"Danny! Thank god!" Jack hadn't remembered when he sounded more relieved.
"Don't worry guys! We're going to get you out of here!"
"What's going on? Why are we in here?" Sam asked.
"I was right. Juest is trying to overthrow Menhit right now, and I guess one way to piss him off enough is to get rid of some of his workers. But with the battle that's going on right now, they won't even notice us when we get the hell outta here!"
"Spoken like a true military man!" Jack yelled. As soon as the wagon was completely out of the over, Teal'c stood before it and shot a staff blast at the lock, freeing the people. Or those that were left.
Sam and Jack jumped out and were greeted by Held who set the manuals to get them out and started to run past the wagon. Jack and Sam were loosely holding on to each other's arms, so when Sam stopped, he did too. They saw the back end of the wagon.
"Oh god," she muttered. The back half had nothing in it, except the ashes. There were ashes all over the floor, the remains of the people who once stood there. The group stood for a minute, but Teal'c pulled them back to reality.
"We must leave now!" Sam snapped back to reality. She tried to erase the memory of the little boy looking at her. She meekly nodded to everyone as they ran.
"Don't move!" They had only been trying to get back to the gate for about two hours, trying not to say anything or do anything to draw any extra attention to themselves. Freezing in the spot the stood, they slowly raised their arms. Whoever had the guns on them were behind them.
"Identify yourselves!" the voice barked.
"Colonel Jack O'Neill US-" he started.
"Colonel! Major Thomas, SG-6!" With that, they all whipped around to see their saviors.
"Major, it's nice of you to show up now," Jack muttered.
"Sorry sir, we ran into some issues. Let's go back home and we can explain it there."
"Yessir," he muttered.
"Home?" Held asked.
"Yeah Held, home. Come on, let's go." Daniel put his arm around his friend and led him in the direction of the gate.
TBC maybe? Feedback loved!