Part 42
· WARNING: Chapter 42 involves some very graphic descriptions of a death involving a NON SGC person (not Philip either!). Also, it’s a Daniel Whumping part.. where he’s chained and being held against his will…
Daniel was chained to the corner of the cell, a shackle around his ankle and one around each wrist. He’d only been there a short time but bad treatment by his captors had seen him lose his glasses, his shirt hung from him in tatters and his face sported a large, bleeding gash. Crouched in the corner he hoped he wouldn’t be called upon again. He heard sounds outside his door. Rattling of keys as the lock was opened. Cowering further into the darkness, Daniel hoped the sound wasn’t at his door. He heard the squeal of rusty hinges protesting as the door opened. Staring at the door to his cell he almost couldn’t believe his eyes, as fuzzy as they were, when he saw that his door was still closed. More rattling noises then the pitiful cry of the person in the next cell being dragged against his will to his fate assaulted Daniel's ears. He cringed and tried to cover his ears, unable to help his neighbor despite the pleas for help. He wanted to. With every fiber of his being he wanted to be strong and stand up to the captors but he was beaten severely, resulting in the gash across his cheek, last time he was defiant.
He must have fallen asleep, as he didn’t hear it when his door was opened and his assailants entered his cell. He was woken abruptly as they unfastened his manacles and dragged him towards the door. He tried resisting but another stepped in behind him, hitting him in the kidneys with the blunt end of his whip. Daniel stumbled forward onto the one dragging him and raucous laughter filled his ears as they tugged him up the stone steps to the next room.
He was strung on the rack, the captor laughed in his face, billowing caustic breath across his mouth. When Daniel made a comment about halitosis, the gnome of a man hauled off and thumped him in the stomach, doubling him up, then he raised his fist and smacked him across the face, sending Daniel's head snapping back and thumping against the wall behind him.
For a brief moment, he had been knocked senseless then when he gathered his bearings he saw that the man had moved down to the next hostage and was physically abusing him with the whip in his hand. The tortured screams filled the air and Daniel tried to block them out as he turned his face away and clamped his eyes shut.
It seemed like forever but soon the screaming stopped and the room fell silent. Turning to look around, Daniel realized they were alone again. He tried to call to the man, hanging limply from his bindings. Daniel noted the blood - rivulets of it down his arms, into his armpits and down his side. Swallowing hard, he tried to see the man’s face and soon wished he hadn’t. The eyes were bulged, his tongue was hanging out. The man was clearly dead – tortured to death! Clenching his eyes tightly once more, Daniel turned and swallowed the bile in his throat. He knew he was next.
He tried to break free, pulling on his shackles but he was unable to break the chains. Soon voices and laughter could be heard and the two gnome-like men came down the shallow stone steps, looking hungrily at Daniel. As they came more into focus Daniel could see their warty complexions, saw the yellow jagged teeth inside their cruel mouths and he could smell the stench of their breath and body odor. Hoping to pass out through the ordeal was the only thing Daniel could do under the circumstances. Just as the end of a whip was pressed, lightly, against his tattered top he heard the familiar sound of an MP5 being emptied.
The man in front of him was violently shaken as his body became riddled with bullets. Daniel turned his eyes to the doorway where he thought he was seeing things. Jack stood, face determined, as he mowed down the two captives. Teal’c was entering the doorway behind him, shooting his staff weapon down the corridor. The sound of an anguished cry in the distance was heard then silence reigned. Jack ran across the room to Daniel and tried tugging on the chain.
“Step aside,” Teal’c said. Jack jumped away and Teal’c carefully aimed the staff weapon and shot the chains, breaking them off the wall though the manacles were still around Daniel's wrists.
He was frantically trying to pull them off when Jack grabbed his hand and said, “We’ll deal with this at home!”
“Jack! Where the hell did you..?”
Daniel didn’t get to finish that question before blinding white light surrounded them all and the next thing he knew he was aboard Thor’s ship.
“Come from?” Daniel said then spun on the spot as he looked around. “Thor?”
Jack dropped his gun to the floor and stepped up to his confused friend. “He figured he owed us one..”
“What for?” Daniel asked. Jack shrugged then turned to Teal’c.
“Don’t have a hairclip, do you?”
The Jaffa tilted his head slightly then looked between Jack and the now chuckling Daniel.
“God Jack! It’s great to see you again!” The anthropologist clapped his hands on his friends face and tugged him closer, resting their foreheads together.
Jack laughed. “Well, try not to knock me out with your damn handcuffs, Danny!”
The younger man released him and Jack reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small bit of wire. Daniel frowned and Jack said, nonchalantly, “ Hey, I was a boy scout!”
“Dib, dib, dib,” Daniel muttered as he presented his wrists to Jack. Soon the heavy iron cuffs dropped to the ground loudly and Daniel was left rubbing his raw wrists. He looked at his friend then said, “What happened?”
“After you were taken Carter sent out a call to all our allies, asking for someone to identify the alien ship she’d seen in the sky. Thor contacted her, telling her that he knew the ship belonged to the Guinings …” He turned to Teal’c and checked, “That’s right, wasn’t it?”
The large man bowed his head in agreement. Jack rolled his eyes then turned back to his friend. “Thor had a few issues with them, apparently, and offered to fly us here to save your butt!”
Daniel stumbled over to the wall and slipped down it until he was sitting on the floor.
“I thought I’d bought it this time!” He mumbled then covered his face. Jack and Teal’c exchanged looks and Teal’c went over to him and squatted, resting his hands on Daniel's bent knees.
“You are safe now, Daniel,” he assured him. The blue eyes peeked through the long fingers and Daniel slowly dragged his hands from his face. Blinking quickly he smiled at Teal’c then nodded.
“Thank you.”
“You are most welcomed, my friend.” Teal’c said gently. Jack nibbled his bottom lip then stepped over tentatively. Daniel looked up at him.
“What are you doing here though? Have I stumbled on some alternate world?”
“Nope,” Jack said as he squatted. “Thor didn’t want to deal with anyone else.”
“Ah,” the young man nodded. “Nice to be popular!”
Jack grinned slightly then shrugged. “It has its draw-backs.”
Daniel frowned and looked at Teal’c. “O’Neill was placed in the sarcophagus on Tx3456.”
“You’re cured?” Daniel's voice rose with hope. Jack looked at him and shrugged.
“We’ll have to wait for the test results, but – it looks that way!”
Daniel tried to hide the smile on his face now, completely aware of Jack's misery but he was failing. “I’m sorry, Jack. I know how you feel about this ..” Shaking his head he said, elatedly, “But I’m not sorry that you had to go through it.”
Jack settled onto the cold, black floor and faced his happy friend. “Now if only I can do this for him.”
Daniel shook his head. “You know we can’t.”
Jack nodded and lowered his gaze. “I’m giving some real thought to the Tok’ra at the moment.”
Daniel frowned. “You’re kidding, right?”
Jack shrugged then rolled his eyes before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he growled. Daniel looked up at Teal’c, who was now standing, and then he crawled over to Jack and put his arm around him. Bowing his head he said, “Jack, that’s not a realistic solution. You’d still lose him.”
“Arg!” Jack said, rocking back and kicking his foot out. “I know!” He sighed miserably. There was a soft chime and they all looked up. Thor announced that they were coming into the earth’s outer atmosphere. The group headed towards the control room to find their host and to thank him before they were beamed back down into the gate room.
*
Hammond was sitting in his office when he heard that the group was back. He got up and hurried down to where the three of them were now talking to Carter. She was smiling brightly as she hugged Daniel.
“Colonel?” He asked, entering the room in quick steps.
Jack threw off a sloppy salute and said, “Mission successful, Sir. I come bearing the gift of one lost Anthropologist.”
Daniel looked at his friend then sighed. It was so good to see him in the gate room!
“Welcome home, Dr Jackson. You should see Doctor Frasier for that face.” As his eyes shifted over the tattered remains of the black t-shirt Daniel was wearing the older man asked, “Were you, otherwise, harmed?”
Daniel followed the General’s gaze to his tattered shirt. “Oh,” he placed his hand on his chest then said, “No. Just the face. I was saved in the nick of time!”
Hammond held the troubled blue-eyed gaze then nodded. “Report to the infirmary then get cleaned up. We’ll debrief in one hour.” Shifting his gaze onto Jack who was standing beside Daniel, he said, “ Colonel…”
“Yeah, Yeah, I know. Infirmary!” Jack mumbled. “I wasn’t gone ‘that’ long!’ He groused as he headed out of the room and towards the infirmary.
Hammond turned to the pretty officer beside him.
“Good to have him back, isn’t it?”
Sam nodded and said, “Yes, it is Sir.”
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