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SG-1: The Rescue
Title: The Rescue
Series: SG-1
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Synopsis: A taste of freedom.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sg_prompts prompt #1 - freedom.
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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The bright light burned his eyes and he blinked against it, trying to adjust after too many days without it. His hand came up to block the sun and he forced it down, feeling the pull in his muscles as they protested even that simple movement.
A soft hand landed on his shoulder, felt like sandpaper against his brittle skin. He didn’t want to shrug it off, force himself away from it. After so long without it, his body craved even the most basic of contact.
“Daniel?” Sam asked, voice gentle yet persistent as she breathed across his ear, reawakening the concept of sound. “We should go, Janet...”
“Give him a moment,” Jack countered, a permanent presence at his side since he was found.
Daniel wanted to thank him, thank all of them, for the rescue, for understanding, for letting him have all the time he needed even with what he was certain were pressing matters waiting for them.
Five days he had spent in that cell. Five days in chains and darkness. The last two his captors had not even bothered with food, shoving a mug of something close to water through an door, spilling half of it in the process. That small square of an opening had been his only glimpse of daylight, his only proof he was not blind, and his only evidence of a world outside his own making that he had had for nearly a week.
He took a stumbling step forward, bare feet scraping against gravel and grass. Slowly, he turned in a rough circle, taking in his surroundings, taking in the real world once more. There was the blue of the sky, puffs of gray doing nothing to mar its brilliance. The green grass below him, the vibrant leaves above him. Simple stone and mud brick homes lined a cobbled pathway, painted bright colors in contrast to the gray and black building he had just left behind. The sun beat down on them just the same, murky waves of heat blurring their sharp edges, or was that the moisture in his own eyes?
Figures started to take form. Faces he recognized in the soothing drab colors of the SGC, holding back angry and petulant villagers upset at their loss. Captain Simerson smiled at him reassuringly, P-90 still leveled at the magistrate.
His teammates closed around him, canteens and medical kits at the ready, giving him space but letting their presence be known. He opened his mouth, words of gratitude on the tip of his tongue, though none could find a way to escape.
“You are free,” Teal’c told him, and he knew it was a promise as much as a statement of fact.
Daniel smiled, the words washing over him like a cooling rain. Finally, with a nod of acceptance, he let his team lead him home.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Series: SG-1
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Synopsis: A taste of freedom.
Notes: Written for
sg_prompts prompt #1 - freedom.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.
~~~~~~~~~~
The bright light burned his eyes and he blinked against it, trying to adjust after too many days without it. His hand came up to block the sun and he forced it down, feeling the pull in his muscles as they protested even that simple movement.
A soft hand landed on his shoulder, felt like sandpaper against his brittle skin. He didn’t want to shrug it off, force himself away from it. After so long without it, his body craved even the most basic of contact.
“Daniel?” Sam asked, voice gentle yet persistent as she breathed across his ear, reawakening the concept of sound. “We should go, Janet...”
“Give him a moment,” Jack countered, a permanent presence at his side since he was found.
Daniel wanted to thank him, thank all of them, for the rescue, for understanding, for letting him have all the time he needed even with what he was certain were pressing matters waiting for them.
Five days he had spent in that cell. Five days in chains and darkness. The last two his captors had not even bothered with food, shoving a mug of something close to water through an door, spilling half of it in the process. That small square of an opening had been his only glimpse of daylight, his only proof he was not blind, and his only evidence of a world outside his own making that he had had for nearly a week.
He took a stumbling step forward, bare feet scraping against gravel and grass. Slowly, he turned in a rough circle, taking in his surroundings, taking in the real world once more. There was the blue of the sky, puffs of gray doing nothing to mar its brilliance. The green grass below him, the vibrant leaves above him. Simple stone and mud brick homes lined a cobbled pathway, painted bright colors in contrast to the gray and black building he had just left behind. The sun beat down on them just the same, murky waves of heat blurring their sharp edges, or was that the moisture in his own eyes?
Figures started to take form. Faces he recognized in the soothing drab colors of the SGC, holding back angry and petulant villagers upset at their loss. Captain Simerson smiled at him reassuringly, P-90 still leveled at the magistrate.
His teammates closed around him, canteens and medical kits at the ready, giving him space but letting their presence be known. He opened his mouth, words of gratitude on the tip of his tongue, though none could find a way to escape.
“You are free,” Teal’c told him, and he knew it was a promise as much as a statement of fact.
Daniel smiled, the words washing over him like a cooling rain. Finally, with a nod of acceptance, he let his team lead him home.
End.
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