Title: lost - forgotten
Author: PapayaK
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Team
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Jack's in trouble again
Muse has been really sleepy for too long so I'm posting this before she wakes up and sees what I've been doing
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Just having fun.
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As if in response to his sadness, his dreams were so much more vivid that night. He could see faces. Faces like his only different. A younger one. A darker one. A prettier one. A bald one.
They seemed so real. Felt so real. He was about to hear their voices when he was prodded awake.
Time for work.
He was to work only a short time that day– and then he was punished – badly. So badly he couldn't continue his work. It frightened him to be so weak. So useless.
One of their children had wandered too close to the road. He alone saw. He alone dove to pull her to safety. Touching was punished.
But it was worth it.
His only thought after that hard, heavy and painful day was that his medicine would come that night. That someone would touch him.
But they didn't. It didn't.
They were going to let him die.
Then the dreams came with a vengeance: with voices, and touch, and feelings. Names. Carter. Telling him she wouldn't leave. Daniel saying, 'back-up.'
Then pain.
Burning
Searing
Why did his medicine come in his dream? Without touch?
Why didn't he wake up?
Teal'c covering the kids as they dove for the gate. Following them. The gate snapped shut.
His eyes snapped open. Panting. In pain. - His wounds had opened and bled as he'd tossed and turned.
It seemed so real. Was it real?
Could it be he was more than this?
Should he be fighting this?
He couldn't bear the thought. He was so weak.
No. He was 'Uman. Nothing more.
The sun was up. He was already awake. They wouldn't have to hurt him. He prepared himself for work. Binding his wounds as best he could.
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"All is in readiness."
"We go at dark."
"Finally!"
"We must be prepared. He may not know us."
"He may not be able to move."
"We'll get him home."