Part 69
* WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH*
In the solitude Jack's eyes brimmed with tears now as the horrible realization fully took effect on his shocked system. Philip's head remained slumped against his shoulder but his breathing had grown very quiet. Jack used to hate the sound of it before - like a saw through thick, dry wood - but that was better than the almost non-existent pants Philip was now making. It was like he couldn't get enough air in, no matter how fast he breathed. Jack continued to hold him and caress him as he listened to the breathing fade away.
The song changed and the next track was the Maria Callas song Phil had played to him on the very first night they met, and the last night they made love. This was Jack's undoing. He started to tremble and his legs tightened around his lover; subconsciously trying to prevent Phil from slipping any further away as he pressed his mouth to the warm, damp head, desperately trying to absorb everything he could about Philip.
Inhaling loudly, sounding more like a inconsolable sob than a breath, Jack listened as the music reached the crescendo, the very same one he kissed Phil on for the first time, and he looked at the man within his arms now. Phil's head was back, his lips were parted and Jack couldn't feel him moving.
"Baby?" He shifted slightly, gently lifting Phil to a sitting position. The dark eyes flickered but didn't open. Still it was enough and Jack gave a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, God!" He said, kissing him on the cheek as tears streamed down his face now. Phil grappled to raise his hand to him and Jack helped, holding the cold limb in his hand.
"Y'u .. hot.." Phil slurred.
Sniffing harshly, Jack said, "no, baby, you're just cold."
"Jack.. I.. I.."
"Shh," Jack cooed gently. "Sleep baby. It's okay. Go to sleep.." He felt the light squeeze on his hand as Phil's eyes closed once more. Jack's loud sniff forced the eyes to open once more.
"Y'kay?" Phil asked groggily.
Jack nodded then realized he'd closed his eyes again. Pressing Phil's hand to his cheek he changed his mind and told the truth: "No..."
Phil's eyes opened, only a slit this time. "You.. will... be.."
Jack, with the hand still on his flushed cheek, shook his head firmly. "No, I don't think so. Not this time.."
"Hafta.."
"Don't want to.." Jack said, kissing the palm once more. "And not for a long time, baby." He tried to gather him even closer. "You mean too much to me."
Forcing his eyes to open again, Phil asked quietly, "What.. d'ya.. fear?"
Jack sucked back a shaky breath then sighed. "The next few hours..."
The eyes blinked shut then opened again so Jack continued, "That I didn't tell you enough.. Love you enough.."
"D'd.." Phil managed a faint smile. "Wh't' lse?"
Jack nodded then said, "Having to get up off this sofa - without you..." He turned his face away as he felt the hot tears fall down his cheeks again. "Having to let you ..... go.." He turned back around and saw that Phil's head had rolled to the side and his eyes were wide open. "Baby?" He cupped the face gently.
A single tear leaked out of the corner of Phil's eye as he drew back one last breath.
*
The group of people hurried up the path towards the front door, more eager to get inside from the cold than worried about the timing of their arrival.
Graham's head tilted at the familiar music coming from in the house.
"Callas," He declared, then explained to the group who looked at him with puzzlement in their eyes. "Maria Callas was our mother's favorite performer. Philip loves this piece, in particular. Probably why Jack's got it blaring at the moment.. Daniel-" He turned to the man beside him who was frantically checking his pockets- "What are you doing?"
"I didn't bring a front door key, did you?"
Graham shrugged. "Jack will let us in." He rang the bell then they waited. The music inside reached the crescendo.
"That's really loud," Janet said and she showed his distaste as she screwed up her nose at the opera.
"Phil likes things loud," Graham said before he reached forward and knocked on the front door.
"Your approach is ineffective," Teal'c said as he quirked a brow. Graham looked at Daniel and the anthropologist shrugged.
"In-line skates!" The lovers said together then Daniel laughed as he trotted down the steps to go around the back to the garage.
"Come on, Colonel! It’s cold out here!" Janet said, rapping her knuckles against the wooden door more loudly this time.
Graham peered through the wooden slats covering the window by the front door. With growing concern he tapped on the window and called out, "Jack?"
Sam and Janet exchanged glances then Janet frowned. With a fist she pounded on the door and started to add her voice to the young man's.
Sam's stomach flipped several times. As she raised her eyes to the night sky she started to wonder if they weren't already too late.
*
Jack remained on the sofa with Philip in his arms. He was oblivious to the noise at his front door as the music filled his ears and numbness swept through his body. He was unable to move - unable to think. His mind had shut down even as it screamed at Phil to not leave him. He knew he couldn't voice that though. Phil needed to die with dignity and there was no way this could be stopped now. He pressed his lips to the cold temple as he whispered, "I'm still here, baby..." But he got no response from the man in his arms. Closing his eyes he lowered his face to the bony shoulder as he sobbed softly.
"Jack?"
The oddly familiar voice, almost too soft to be heard over the loud music finally filtered through Jack's murky mind. "Jack?"
The colonel realized he was in a dark place. "Jack?" The voice called him again, this time more frantically. "Wake up, Jack!"
Suddenly his whole body shook with the force of the hand on his shoulder and he began to pull out of the blackness, began to feel like he was being sucked back from the brink of numbness. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he looked up into the very worried eyes of Daniel Jackson.
"Jack? Oh, god.. thank god!" Daniel said as his knees gave way and he sunk onto the edge of the sofa.
"PHILIP!" Graham pushed through the crowd around the sofa and dropped to his knees, sobbing as he gathered the limp body from Jack's arms and pulled him towards him. The colonel, not fully cognizant, struggled with the younger man, not allowing him to take Philip from his grasp.
"No!" He said, through clenched teeth as he put his hand into Graham's face and shoved him away. "No!"
The disoriented lieutenant fell back onto his haunches from Jack's force.
"Jack!" Several of the others in the room raced over to Jack and tried to subdue him as Daniel reached to help Graham back to his knees.
"He's in shock," Janet announced as she observed Jack closely. "Colonel, can you hear me?" She asked.
Jack attention remained on the fallen man though. "No!" he told him doggedly - his eyes the eyes of a wild man, his voice vehement. "Don't touch him!"
Graham swiped the back of his wrist across his wet, blotchy face as he tried to reach for his brother once more. Daniel grappled with him, desperate to help him through this but determined that he shouldn't try to reach for Philip again - or else face provoking Jack in his obviously unstable condition. Graham turned and buried his face against Daniel's shoulder where he could muffle his sobs against his lover's warm throat. Daniel secured him against him by folding his arms around Graham's shoulders and bowing his face into the short, black hair. His blue eyes blinked rapidly and he clenched his jaw as he bit back his own grief while he watched Janet cautiously approach Jack.
"Let him go, Jack," the doctor said as gently as she could while she sunk to her knees beside the sofa. She tried to ascertain if the body, flung sideways and face first in Jack's lap, was alive or dead but from where she was, it was impossible to tell.
"No!" Jack said again as he gathered up Philip, flipping him like a rag-doll against his chest. The long, black hair flung across Jack's face and caught in the stubble on his chin. Then, very slowly, the head lolled back, slipping down the curve of Jack's throat until it came to rest awkwardly on his shoulder. The long strands partially hid the drawn face, but it was easy to see that Philip's eyes were partly closed and his mouth was wide opened.
Sam bit back her distress as she looked from the lifeless man to Jack's face. "Sir," she said as she moved in closer behind Janet, "I might be able to help him."
The red-rimmed, watery eyes lifted to take her in.
"I've got a hand device-" Her voice shook as she held up the device for him to see. His face twitched in a frown then he searched the faces of the others around him until a flicker of recognition sparked in the dull, brown eyes finally.
"Give him up, Jack," Janet repeated even more gently than before. Holding her hand out towards Philip she said, "Please let Sam try..."
"You can't..." Jack croaked as he shook his head. "He's dead.."
Graham's stifled his sob against the soft sweater his face was pressed into and his hands clenched up the back of the Daniel's coat as he tried to not give in to his grief in public. Feeling his partner's distress, hot tears leaked from Daniel's eyes and he sniffed harshly while he dipped his face, absently brushing his slightly parted lips against Graham's hair while he watched the events unfold before him.
"I can try," Sam said determinedly as she glanced at Philip then back to Jack. "Please, Sir, Let me try..."
"No, this is not real.." The colonel buried his face into the black curls. "Not real," he repeated to himself in a whisper as he brushed away the hair caught on his chin.
Through the heady mixture of grief, sympathy and confusion, a voice was clear and strong. "This is very real, O'Neill. If you do not surrender PhilipSimmons immediately, MajorCarter will miss her window of opportunity with which to try to revive him."
Jack's blurry eyes moved to trace the voice. "Teal'c?"
The deep voice softened considerably as Teal'c said, "I am here, my friend." He took a step towards the sofa and placed his hand on Jack's shoulder lightly to accentuate his words. "Please do as you are asked. Surrender PhilipSimmons.."
"No," Jack said but this time his voice was weaker. He blinked then lifted his eyes to look at the tall man standing beside him. "No.." He mouthed then dissolved into a flood of tears. As he sobbed sadly Teal'c squeezed his shoulder and brought his other hand around to lay on the top of Jack's bowed head.
"Jack, Please!" Graham said, breaking away from Daniel and turning to reach out to touch his brother once more. "Please, let them try!"
The two men locked their gazes then Jack finally blinked away his tears before giving a faint nod. "What..?" He was about to ask what to do but Sam, Janet and Teal'c had already moved into place. Janet assisted with sitting Philip up, in order to give Teal'c the room he needed to literally drag the disorientated man away from behind him. Sam got into position along the edge of the sofa while Daniel raced around to drag the coffee table away from the area, to give everyone more room.
"Daniel, I require your assistance," Teal'c said when he discovered more resistance from Jack than he had anticipated. The anthropologist quickly went to help him, gripping Jack by the wrists so that he couldn't hold onto Philip any longer. Finally the two of them succeeded in extracting him from the sofa and then Teal'c allowed his friend to slump against his body; Jack's body in too much shock for his knees to bear the strain of his weight properly.
Graham had moved in to assist Janet with laying Philip back onto the sofa. He knelt over the arm, holding Philip's head in his hand while the doctor checked for a pulse. She gave a heavy sigh as she announced, "He's still alive."
"Oh.. god.." Graham sobbed quietly as his face contorted with a mixture of relief and grief. His hands trembled as he lightly touched his brother's cheeks. "Come on, Philip... Hold on!"
Jack tried to take a step towards the sofa but Teal'c held him back.
"Let me go!" The colonel struggled against the restraint.
Janet looked over her shoulder and gave Teal'c a silent nod. She then turned to Daniel and said, "Find Jack a blanket."
The anthropologist nodded and ran off to the spare room where he grabbed two blankets - one for Jack, the other for Graham.
As he wrapped Jack in the blue blanket he heard Janet say, "Okay Sam, give it your best try, and remember, take it slowly."
The major's blue eyes flittered up to where Graham had hold of Philip's head.
"Lieutenant, I don't think you should be holding him."
Graham looked at his brother then up into her blue eyes. He shifted back from the sofa then eased himself up onto his feet, to perch on the arm of the single chair behind him. Daniel moved around the back of the chair and waited, watching Sam closely, as was everyone else in the room.
As Sam moved into position Daniel stepped up behind Graham and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. The younger man looked up at him then instantly got to his feet, allowing Daniel to step in behind him and engulf him in his arms. Standing together they both held their breath as they watched Sam prepare to minister to Philip.
The nervous major flexed her fingers around the healing device in her palm then she sucked back a deep breath before she furrowed her brow and concentrated hard on energizing the device.
Through his arms Daniel could feel Graham shiver and he tightened his hold then bowed his head to rest his chin on Graham's shoulder while they stood, mesmerized by Sam's actions.
Jack's body was rigid with uncertainty. He was unsure if he fully trusted the device and its ability to heal, and coupled with his already churned emotions, he was on the balls of his feet, ready for anything. He had never seen this contraption working and the last thing he knew, Sam had complained about wanting more time to study it.
Seconds seemed like minutes before a faint glow of light emanated from the pale face of the object. From where she stood slightly behind her lover, Janet could be heard giving quiet encouragement from between tension-clenched teeth.
The beam grew brighter then suddenly it flared out, down into a shaft of illumination and onto Philip's chest. The instant it 'hit', the young man arched up slightly from the sofa. And the instant the light flared, Jack was right beside him, his hands hovering over the body and away from the light beam, ever ready to stop this if things progressed badly.
Sam's brow furrowed with more concentration as she held her hand over the still chest. Jack's eyes diverted from Phil to her to Phil again, silently willing this to work. Again Phil arched slightly off the sofa but this time he gagged for breath. Jack clenched his fist tightly wondering if he should have allowed this to happen. If they failed then he'd regret that it wasn't the peaceful ending that Phil deserved, but if they succeeded.... Another flare of light saw Philip gasp before he started to roll towards Sam.
"Sir!" Sam cried out frantically. "He *needs* to lie still!"
Everyone in the room took a step towards the sofa but Jack was already there, already had his hands cupped around the pale face as he held Philip still. He hesitantly checked as Sam continued her work, and, deciding that holding Philip wasn't doing either of them harm, he lowered his mouth to the small ear.
Janet watched him as he whispered to Phil, words not intended for anyone else to hear. Whatever he was saying must have been working because when the light increased again, Philip didn't move this time.
The young man's breathing came back, just as loud and just as strident as before. Jack grimaced as he heard the familiar sound that had faded an hour ago. Philip's lips parted slightly and his breath puffed out over Jack's cheeks. The sensation made the colonel close his eyes, relieved to feel that slight victory. He lowered his lips to the ear once more and told Philip that he loved him again. If things should not be as successful as they'd hoped, at least he had the opportunity to tell him that once more. A gag at the back of Phil's throat made Jack wonder if he wasn't trying to respond, but a second later Phil gave a gut-wrenching cry as he arched up high off the sofa and rolled towards Sam once more, his knees dragged up towards his chest.
"Sir!" Sam gave an agitated cry.
Janet had moved but not as quickly as Daniel had. He was around the small group and at the other end of the sofa before anyone had the chance to even think about it. He dropped to his knees and gripped Phil's ankles in his hands, pinning the young man onto the sofa and stilling him from further movements. Jack, at one end of the body, looked down directly into the concerned blue gaze at the other end.
"Thank you," Sam said as she screwed her face up with concentration once more, dog determined to make sure this was successful.
It became apparent that Phil was drawing in deeper breaths now, his chest still rattled with each inhale and his whole body shook from the effort of breathing - but he was breathing on his own.
"Shh, Shh," Jack cooed when the young man started fretting, wriggling around on the sofa as if he couldn't draw breath. "Hang on, baby! Hang on.."
"Hold him still!" Sam demanded as she tried to keep up with Phil's erratic movements. She feared that the link between them might be broken if they didn't hold him still long enough for her to complete the task.
The beam grew stronger again and suddenly another convulsion ripped through Philip before he began to cough violently. Arching again he twisted onto his side with such force that he dragged the other two men with him. Janet quickly scooped up the bucket at the end of the sofa and held it out, just in time for Philip to roll over - cough, splutter then vomit into the bucket. Jack grimaced at the thick, dark, coagulated substance that started to fill the bucket now from deep within his lover.
While he was twisted over the edge of the sofa Sam utilized the opportunity to reach the young man's back. She stepped onto the sofa, squatting over him so that she could be sure she was able to reach as far across the back as possible. Every time the beam grew brighter Philip coughed up more gunk from his lungs until he was doing nothing more than dry retching over the half-filled bucket. Jack caressed the long hair off the sweat slicked forehead as he repeated over and over in a soft voice, "It's okay, baby.." while trying to avoid the pungent odor drifting up from the goo beside him.
"Arg ..come on!" Sam growled in exasperation as she sensed more illness within him to cleanse from the body. Gritting her teeth she continued to pass the healing device over the body while Phil remained on his side, quietly panting through a hoarse throat.
Finally he flung himself onto his back again and Sam skillfully dodged and followed the movement, not letting it break the contact between them as she stepped back down off the sofa.
"Phil, you have to keep still!" Jack told him.
Slowly the dark eyes fluttered open and found Jack immediately. The colonel stared down at him in utter surprise. "Oh.. god!"
Sam jerked her head towards Phil and Daniel sensed what she needed immediately. He reached and lifted up Phil's arm, which allowed her the room to ensure the sides of his lungs were clean. With a violent cough Philip started to roll onto his side again and this time no one was prepared for it. Philip spewed up gunk onto the wooden floor by Jack's knees, the viscous liquid seeped into his pant leg but he didn't even flinch as he helped turn Philip over onto his other side so that Sam could ensure that side was clean as well. As Philip began to cough once more, Jack gripped his face and turned him back over quickly, where Phil again threw up on the floor.
"I will get something with which to clean that up," Teal'c announced as he left the room.
Philip was slumped onto his side, weak and trembling, his eyes were closed and his breathing was quiet, not labored at all. Graham came to the side of the sofa, and peered over the shoulder of the Doctor as he watched his brother. He removed the blanket from his shoulders and laid it over the spill on the floor to cover it up and to soak up the mess. Then he shifted to squat so that he could be a little closer. Now he could see his brother's face; see that beads of sweat marred the thin face and brown gunk matted the thick beard. No one moved to do anything about that though until Sam told them that they could. She was still concentrating on ensuring that Philip was 'clean' before she was willing to break off the healing device.
Teal'c returned, dropping the bucket of steaming hot water, the mop and a few other assorted items onto the single seat. He reached down to pass something to Graham and the lieutenant looked up at it, taking a moment to realize what it was. It was a hot washcloth.
"Thanks.." The bewildered man said quietly as he took the offered object then held it in his hands until Sam gave the all clear.
With a final grunt and a growl Sam ran the beam of light over Phil's back and limbs then she smiled and gave a nod to Daniel. Carefully he and Jack rolled Philip onto his back again. Sam held the device out over his chest and skimmed the bright light over the whole front of Phil's body now. Suddenly the cimmerian eyes fluttered open and everyone in the room held their breath.
This time the eyes remained open as Phil searched the ceiling, trying to understand what it was he was looking at and what was happening around him. In the silence his mind was murky - full of mixed images of darkness and light, of Jack's smile, and of Graham's face, of sitting on the top of the wall at his apartment block, looking down on the city below him as gentle rain fell on his face. What was happening to him now? He felt something warm and damp brush his cheek on the edge of his beard lightly, but he didn't have the opportunity to wonder what that was before something moved into his vision above him.
At first the image was blurred, then slowly Jack's face, peering down at him from above, came into focus.
Philip's heart raced. What was happening to him? Where was he? Where was that tunnel of light he was expecting? He remained silently staring up into the face of the man he adored - the man he could recall kissing him and telling him how loved he was only minutes ago. Now he was silent. The stony face said nothing. The eyes didn't even blink. Phil wondered if he was still dying now - or if he was now dead? He couldn't recall anything other than Jack telling him he didn't want to have to get up off the sofa....
"Jack?" Came the sweetest word everyone in the room had ever heard.
"Yes!" Sam declared triumphantly as she allowed the healing device to switch off. Her triumph was short lived though as she felt a wave of nausea rise within her. Her head began to thump and she knew she was about to be sick. Cupping her hand over her mouth she raced to the other end of the house towards the bathroom. Janet quickly looked at the man on the sofa then down the hallway towards where Sam had run off. Quickly she took off after her lover; just to be sure she was okay.
Sam's loud voice had startled the young man on the sofa, making him flinch and suddenly Jack's face broke into a smile as a tear dripped off the end of his nose, landing onto Phil's lips. Instinctually the artist licked his lips, tasting the salty tear.
"Jack?" He asked again, this time his voice was a little louder. A roar went up around him and he wasn't sure what was going on. He felt constricted and realized that someone was hugging him. He tried to lower his face and he saw the top of a head - black hair - against his chest. "Grae?"
The head shifted and Graham turned to look up at him, his face blotchy with tears and flushed by happiness. "Oh God!" He said, shaking his head. Suddenly he moved backwards and Philip frowned as he wondered why.
He didn't have long to ponder that before Jack appeared in his vision. "Baby?'
"Jack?" Phil heard his voice tremble now and knew that was because he was scared. What the hell had happened? He died, didn't he? "Jack?" He called frantically and felt reassuring arms go around him as Jack pulled him close.
"It's okay, baby.." he whispered, and this time knew those words were true.
"Jack, let me check him please." Philip recognized Janet's voice and then he felt Jack surrender him. Janet moved into view now while Jack hovered behind her, still close but allowing the doctor enough room to check on her patient.
"Hello there," she said, as she perched herself onto the edge of the sofa.
"Janet?" Phil asked in a gravelly voice, his mind churning again as he tried to understand what was happening.
"Do you know who you are?" The Doctor asked. Philip frowned.
"Philip Simmons.."
Janet's face split with a smile. "Good. Do you know who I am?"
"You're my.. doctor.. Janet.." he said, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as his nerves became electric. What the hell was going on? Why did he have the ability to talk all of a sudden.. and see? He hadn't seen anything clearly in days!
"Philip I need to check you out. Will that be okay?
"What the hell is happening to me?" He asked, his voice trembling with anxiety.
"Phil, you're okay.." Jack was quick to reassure him the minute he heard the fear. Philip shied away from the touch then he stared at Jack with wild eyes. Through the confusion the young man felt a pinch on the tip of his index finger and looked down to see he was attached to a small machine. Janet also placed a cuff on his upper arm and took his blood pressure while she waited for the small machine to finish taking its measurement.
"I died.." he stammered softly as he looked at the equipment then up into Janet's gentle dark eyes.
When the Doctor said nothing in return he closed his eyes and laid back against the pillows behind him. "This can't be real. I'm.. dreaming this..?'
"It's real, Philip," Graham assured him as he came around to the end of the sofa and looked down at his brother. When the dark eyes sprung open Graham couldn't help but smile. "It's all very real!"
As he shook his head, Philip said, "No, it can't be! I died.. or I'm dying.. but.. I feel great.." He looked down at where Janet was just finished taking his blood pressure.
As she removed the cuff she said, "It's up.."
"Like that's a surprise," Jack mumbled. Philip turned his head and looked at his lover.
"Jack.. tell me this is real?"
The older man sat on the edge of the sofa and touched his fingers to Phil's ebony brow. "This is real, baby.. believe me!" His face, showing the strain of the past few hours especially, broke into a gentle smile. The red-rimmed eyes searched every inch of the confused man's face. "This is no fantasy.. you're alive and you're safe."
"I'm dead!" Philip announced, sounding sure of that fact.
"No, baby!" Jack said with a burgeoning smile as he shook his head. "You're very much alive. The Doc's gotto run a few more tests... but I'll be right here," he said, as he took Phil's hand in his and stood beside him. The younger man looked up at Jack, not taking his eyes off him for a second while Janet continued to examine him.
The Doctor lowered her voice and, with contained hope, whispered to the anxious partner, "His oxygen saturation in his blood is great. His breathing is better than I've heard in a long time.."
"Stacks," Jack said succinctly, his worried eyes not leaving his confused lover's gaze.
Janet gave a sharp nod and said, "But I'd still like to admit him, at least over night, and run regular observations on him."
Through their conspiratorial tones, they heard, "Why aren't I dead?"
Janet and Jack exchanged glances then the colonel arched his brow as he shrugged. Janet smiled at Philip again, in an attempt to reassure him. "We um, we can talk about that in the morning, okay? Right now, I'd like to shift you to the hospital." Janet looked over at Teal'c and the Jaffa moved into place beside the sofa.
"Daniel?" The Doctor called out as she started to pack her equipment away.
"He is with MajorCarter," Teal'c informed her. Janet was relieved to hear that someone was looking after Sam.
"Good, I was going to ask him..." Her words faltered as she looked up and saw the very pale face of her lover on the top step. Daniel was beside Sam, his arm around her waist as he held her tightly against his side. "Sammy?"
"I'm okay," She held up her hand to ward off Janet's concern. "Just whoosy.."
Daniel's brow quirked at that and Janet nodded in silent agreement. "You're coming to the hospital too!" She demanded then turned to Teal'c, nodding to him to pick up Philip from the sofa.
Philip frowned as he was scooped into the strong arms. "Teal'c?"
"It is good to see you looking so well, PhilipSimmons."
"Oh.. god.. none of this is making any sense," Philip said weakly as he shook his head. In the background he heard Janet quietly tell Jack that she thought she might need to sedate him overnight.
"It will all become clearer in time." Teal'c assured him as he climbed the steps towards the front door.
"Oh, I doubt that," Philip muttered as he closed his eyes, wondering if the next time he opened them he'd realize this was a dream. In the background he could hear Janet instruct Jack to get a change of clothes and some toiletries for Philip. The rush of cold night air came in and startled Philip awake again. He looked around as Teal'c walked to the car parked by the curb. An absurd thought raced across Phil's mind. It was cold.. why wasn't he coughing?
A sudden rush of light-headedness put paid to any further thought as he slowly closed his eyes and his head slumped hard against Teal'c's firm shoulder.
<End of part 69>
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