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SG-1 - Slither
Title: Slither
Genre: SG-1, Gen
Length: 450 words
Spoilers: None, really.
Synopsis: Someone brought something home from their last mission.
Author’s Notes: For Stargate Drabbles “Snakes Alive” Challenge. It was going to be a drabble, then a double drabble, then...
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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He was home. After three days of a quite literal Hell spent with the archeologists of SG-17, he was finally going home.
His head pounded and his body ached, not that he could say a word about it to his own team. The way they had coddled him, watching his every move since they rescued him from that filthy pit, he didn’t have to – they knew.
Stepping down from the ramp, Jack holding one arm while Sam held the other, he heard something he truly did not expect: “Finally back on Earth,” Doctor LaGuardia sighed.
He whipped around, Teal’c’s steadying hand the only thing stopping him from falling despite his two teammates’ support. He looked into eyes suddenly far older than they had any right to be, eyes that knew exactly what he did, and more.
Sam’s questioning voice was only a whisper in the background as he forced his mouth to move, words hidden deep within to escape. “S-snake,” he stuttered, cursing his betraying mind. The aphasia that locked him within himself since the second day’s worth of the ribbon device was slowly fading, but not nearly fast enough for what he needed.
LaGuardia offered him a pitying smile, scrubbing a filthy hand across a dirt-streaked forehead. “Yeah, that Goa’uld really did a number on you,” she agreed. “On all of us really.” She looked to the mostly unconscious remainder of her team and back to him knowingly.
Daniel shook his head, closing his eyes and refusing to move despite the slight tug on his sleeve. He opened them again, watching the Marines of SG-2 escort the scientist and her colleagues past him. It was so simple, just a few words needed to warn them all and yet they would not come.
He took a deep breath, freeing his arm from Sam’s grasp long enough to point at the blonde ponytail disappearing around the corner. “Snake... snakehead.” It was not the carefully accurate, “Doctor LaGuardia has been infected by a Goa’uld,” he had been going for but, given the instantaneous reactions of his friends, it was apparently enough.
“Shit,” Jack swore, releasing his hold on Daniel and steadying his P-90 instead. “Just her?” he clarified, flipping the safety.
He nodded, not trusting himself to say more. She was the only one he had seen maimed horrifically at the hands of the bastard, taken away only to miraculously reappear during the rescue. She was the one Amon liked best.
Jack keyed his radio, the echoing sounds of gunfire and shouting verifying the accusation. With a nod, he left Daniel in Sam’s capable hands, Teal’c at his heels as they took off to take down the snake loose in the SGC.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Genre: SG-1, Gen
Length: 450 words
Spoilers: None, really.
Synopsis: Someone brought something home from their last mission.
Author’s Notes: For Stargate Drabbles “Snakes Alive” Challenge. It was going to be a drabble, then a double drabble, then...
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
He was home. After three days of a quite literal Hell spent with the archeologists of SG-17, he was finally going home.
His head pounded and his body ached, not that he could say a word about it to his own team. The way they had coddled him, watching his every move since they rescued him from that filthy pit, he didn’t have to – they knew.
Stepping down from the ramp, Jack holding one arm while Sam held the other, he heard something he truly did not expect: “Finally back on Earth,” Doctor LaGuardia sighed.
He whipped around, Teal’c’s steadying hand the only thing stopping him from falling despite his two teammates’ support. He looked into eyes suddenly far older than they had any right to be, eyes that knew exactly what he did, and more.
Sam’s questioning voice was only a whisper in the background as he forced his mouth to move, words hidden deep within to escape. “S-snake,” he stuttered, cursing his betraying mind. The aphasia that locked him within himself since the second day’s worth of the ribbon device was slowly fading, but not nearly fast enough for what he needed.
LaGuardia offered him a pitying smile, scrubbing a filthy hand across a dirt-streaked forehead. “Yeah, that Goa’uld really did a number on you,” she agreed. “On all of us really.” She looked to the mostly unconscious remainder of her team and back to him knowingly.
Daniel shook his head, closing his eyes and refusing to move despite the slight tug on his sleeve. He opened them again, watching the Marines of SG-2 escort the scientist and her colleagues past him. It was so simple, just a few words needed to warn them all and yet they would not come.
He took a deep breath, freeing his arm from Sam’s grasp long enough to point at the blonde ponytail disappearing around the corner. “Snake... snakehead.” It was not the carefully accurate, “Doctor LaGuardia has been infected by a Goa’uld,” he had been going for but, given the instantaneous reactions of his friends, it was apparently enough.
“Shit,” Jack swore, releasing his hold on Daniel and steadying his P-90 instead. “Just her?” he clarified, flipping the safety.
He nodded, not trusting himself to say more. She was the only one he had seen maimed horrifically at the hands of the bastard, taken away only to miraculously reappear during the rescue. She was the one Amon liked best.
Jack keyed his radio, the echoing sounds of gunfire and shouting verifying the accusation. With a nod, he left Daniel in Sam’s capable hands, Teal’c at his heels as they took off to take down the snake loose in the SGC.
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