Title: Piece of Work
Author: Joolz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R
Genre: Pre-slash, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort,
Episode Related
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Summery: Daniel has an admirer and it isn’t Jack. Will an outside catalyst bring them together?
Season/Spoilers: 3, Episodes Out of Mind, Into the Fire, A
Hundred Days, Shades of Grey. These
episodes are heavily referred to but not explained. Familiarity with them will be helpful. Minor mentions of Touchstone, Legacy, Forever
in a Day, Jolinar’s Memories.
Notes: This is told from a minor character POV, but
it’s still about Jack and Daniel.
Thanks so much to Catspaw
and Jude for the beta help. The final
product is entirely my responsibility.
Warnings: Violence, strong language, non-con
situations, off-camera rape of minor OC, m/m sexual situations.
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them.
~~*~~
Piece of Work
Colonel Robert Makepeace
considered himself to be a simple man.
He didn’t want much from life; to contribute something meaningful and
sex, that was all. Throw in a good beer
and he was set. Hell, even a not so good
beer would do.
He sat at the bar of his
favorite Colorado Springs watering hole picking the label off a long-neck Coors
Light. Normally he would be back with
the rowdies at the pool tables, but he wasn’t in that kind of mood. He would probably start a fight and break somebody’s
head if he tried it. Yup, he was
definitely in the mood to break somebody’s head, just not the local
yokels’.
This was the third day
since the human part of SG1 disappeared.
Teal’c lay in the infirmary, not expected to make it through the
night. It was just a damn shame, and it
showed what was wrong with the Stargate program. While the SG teams were tiptoeing around
making nice with one group of aliens, another could snatch the premier team and
disappear them with no trace whatsoever, and did those ‘friendly’ aliens give a
fuck? Not a one.
He gave a fuck. It was such a stupid waste.
While Robert could take or
leave Colonel O’Neill and his comedian routine, he had to admit the man was
good. If he could believe half the
things they said about him, and Makepeace did, then O’Neill was as deadly a soldier
as he would ever care to meet. SG1
seemed to get into the freakiest shit in the universe, and he’d always brought
them back one way or another. Until now,
anyhow. You gotta respect that.
Blue-eyed Captain Carter
was about the smartest person alive. It
seemed like there was nothing she couldn’t figure out. She’d had her part in saving the planet more
than once, so he didn’t deduct any points for being a woman. Things were changing, and if this was the
type of female officer he was going to be working with, then that was okay by
him. There weren’t many like her,
though, and she would be hard to replace.
Makepeace could understand
why O’Neill would want Teal’c on his team, alien or not. Having Teal’c as his enforcer gave his orders
and even his whims extra gravity. He
didn’t think he’d ever seen a man bigger or stronger, which as a Marine was
saying something. He knew the Jaffa was
a significant plus on off-world missions, though if it were up to him the
tattoo would go. It kind of gave the
wrong impression to the natives. Anyway,
sayonara big guy.
What really stuck in his
craw was losing Daniel Jackson. He knew
it wasn’t rational, but it felt like a personal attack against him. He’d had his eye on the scientist for a while
now, and more than that, had been setting up a pretty fantasy around him. Sure, the guy was brilliant, a real national
treasure, but what got his blood pumping was the angelic face and sinful ass. Robert wanted him bad, and now was never
going to have him. That hurt more than it should, like it meant more to him
than just something to jack off to.
Yeah, he believed in what
they were doing and would make whatever sacrifices were necessary to get the
job done, but he was human, too. There
was this one thing he wanted for himself, not much to ask. One personal goal to work toward that would
make him happy. Now it was gone.
If SG1 weren’t dead
already, they soon would be. Or they
would wish they were. Anger flared in
him again as he thought about what those damn aliens, whoever they were, might
be doing to them. To Daniel.
He tapped on the bar to
signal that he was ready for another beer.
That was the good thing about light beer. It may taste like cold piss in a bottle, but
you had to drink a lot before it affected you.
He wanted to drink a lot tonight.
As he chugged down half
the new bottle, someone sidled up and sat on the stool next to him. A sardonic voice growled, “Evening, Colonel
Makepeace.”
“Maybourne.” The NID officer was dressed in casual jeans
and a checked shirt. Not a good look for
him. All that was missing was the gimme
hat to complete the hick wanna-be disguise.
“Shame about SG1, isn’t
it?”
The other man obviously
hadn’t noticed that Makepeace wasn’t looking for company.
“Yeah, I was just thinking
that. But you can’t tell me you care.”
“But I do! Hey, even I recognize talent when I see it,
even if we do have some… philosophical differences. And the worst is that it’s going to keep
happening. The enemy is going to keep
picking our people off one at a time, one team at a time, until there’s no one
left to defend the planet, then they’re going to walk in like they own the
place.”
“Not gonna happen,
Maybourne. They’re not going to get past
us.”
“Oh? And how do you plan to stop them? We’ve been lucky so far and you know it. If the enemy realizes just how vulnerable we
are, they’ll be here in a minute. Frankly,
we don’t have squat to defend ourselves.
What are we going to do, ask our ‘friends’ out there for help? We’ve seen just how willing they are. Take the Nox and the Tollans, for
example. They’re very happy to take care
of each other, but us? We’re on our
own.”
“I’m not saying you’re
wrong, Colonel, but thinking that way won’t get us anywhere.”
“Yes it will,
Colonel. If you want to join me
someplace a bit more private, I’ll tell you how.”
Robert turned toward the
other man. “So you have all the answers,
do you?”
“Not all of them, no. Let’s just say I can offer you a more
proactive way to serve your country and your world. People like you will make the difference in
whether we win this war or lose. I’m
going to ask you to make a decision, and I think you’re going to say yes,
because you’re a man who isn’t afraid to do what’s right. You’ve got your eye on the prize, Colonel,
and so do we. Do you want to hear more?”
It wasn’t that he trusted
Maybourne; he knew what kind of man he was.
But maybe this was the kind of man the planet needed right now. Playing fair wasn’t getting them anywhere. Just ask SG1.
“I’m interested.”
The other officer slapped
him on the shoulder. “Let’s get out of
here. I have some things to show you.”
~~*~~
It was pretty much of a
miracle to find SG1 alive, at least part of them. Jackson was damn cute with his hair cut off
like that. Who would’ve guessed that the
man could look any better? He didn’t
seem quite right, though. Sort of glassy
eyed and out of it. Well, who could
blame him after all that time with that witch Hathor. The shot he took to the leg couldn’t be
helping either.
They were in an active
battle situation, but part of Makepeace’s mind was on the archaeologist. It was like a hormone switch was turned on
when he saw him, and that, together with the adrenaline, had him hard as a rock. At least he hoped the kid thought it was a
rock pressing into his thigh the time he had to throw himself on top of the
civilian to protect him from falling debris.
After Carter went back
into the complex he kept Jackson close.
The scientist was going through the motions of wanting to escape, but
Robert didn’t think his heart was really in it.
He had an idea why, too. During a
rest stop he sat down right up against the other man and asked, “So what
exactly happened to O’Neill?”
Jackson turned his face
away. “Hathor put a snake in him. What else do you want to know?”
“Damn. Are you sure?
You know the Colonel has a way of getting out of things.”
Jackson looked at him with
surprisingly cold eyes. “Am I sure? I stood there and watched a Goa’uld burrow
into my best friend’s neck and you ask me if I’m sure? I think, Colonel Makepeace, that that isn’t
something I’m likely to be mistaken about.
Do you think that Hathor’s gloating about how the Goa’uld was going to
make Jack kill Sam and me would have distracted me from a small thing like
Jack’s miraculous escape? No, I probably
would have noticed that. So I think that
yes, I’m sure Jack is now a Goa’uld.”
The Marine refused to wilt
under the onslaught of the kid’s temper, but he was glad he had his training to
help out. Those Goa’uld were better men
than he to make an enemy of Daniel Jackson.
At least the archaeologist was showing signs of life.
“Look, I’m sorry. O’Neill was a good man. He deserved better.”
That took some of the ice
out of him. Daniel slumped and said,
“Yeah. Jack deserved a lot better.”
Then they heard Jaffa
marching toward them and were on the run again.
Robert thought they were
done for when they got captured. It went
against the grain to give up rather than go down fighting, but there was still
hope that Carter could pull something off.
Of course, they threatened to kill Daniel first. He definitely was the trouble magnet O’Neill
was always saying.
He kept an eye on Daniel
as O’Neill walked toward where they were kneeling. At first he thought that the younger man was
going to keel over, his face went so white.
Then it all turned around when Jackson asked in stunned amazement,
“Jack?” It was nice to know that he was
right and the genius was wrong. The
colonel did pull off a miraculous escape.
Makepeace was never so
angry in his life as when he found out that General Hammond had had to come
after them on his own, that the brass had decided to cut them dead. He respected the general, but the others had
their heads so far up their asses they could check their own necks for snakes
from the inside. It reinforced his
belief that he was doing the right thing by agreeing to help out Maybourne’s
team. Military channels were all well
and good in a conventional war, but the Pentagon didn’t have a clue what the
planet was really up against.
After they were all
inspected thoroughly and patched up in the infirmary, they settled in for a
long debriefing. Makepeace continued to
be fascinated by Daniel Jackson’s behavior.
Well, his face and body first, but his behavior, too. He noticed that Daniel could hardly bring
himself to look at anyone. He just sat
staring at the table most of the time, barely saying two words. Makepeace noted that on the rare occasions he
did look up, it was at O’Neill, then his glance would slide away again
uneasily. There was definitely something
going on there. He wasn’t the only one
to notice, either. O’Neill was watching
Daniel like a hawk.
Robert planned to make
sure the poor man had someone to talk to when this was over. He tuned out the captain’s rambling
explanation of the cryogenic unit and played the scenario out in his head. He would casually meet up with Jackson
outside of the locker room and offer him a ride home – he happened to know that
SG1’s cars had been removed from the lot more than a week before.
He would suggest they stop
for a drink to help them unwind after all the tension. Daniel would be in a bad mood, but would
agree because he wouldn’t really want to be alone. They would find a nice, quiet place, and
after a couple of drinks Daniel would begin to unload whatever was bothering
him.
They would go back to
Daniel’s place, or his own, and he wouldn’t have to say anything. He would just remove the shirt from that sexy
chest and drop it to the floor. When he
was unzipping Daniel’s pants he would get a good feel of his package and gauge
how aroused he was. They would both be
hard and aching for it.
He was just getting to the
part where he had two hands full of tight ass when the general interrupted his
train of thought with a question.
Makepeace was proud of how cool and professional he sounded as he
recounted the rescue. O’Neill had to razz
him about it being unsuccessful, but hey, they were all there, weren’t they?
True, not all of them
were. Good men lost their lives freeing
SG1, but they had volunteered knowing the risks. If they had had better intel or better
weapons, maybe they all would have made it back. The stuff Maybourne’s people were bringing in
would start cutting losses as soon as they could begin using it.
Afterward Makepeace
loitered in the hall waiting for his prey to come out of the locker room. The man appeared, but O’Neill got there
first. He saw the colonel stop Daniel in
the hall and watched the blue eyes drill holes in the floor. He saw O’Neill actually crook a finger under
Daniel’s chin and lift his face so they were looking into each other’s
eyes. Damn! Robert wanted to be the one to make a move
like that!
He couldn’t hear what the
colonel was saying, but Daniel shrugged and tried to turn away. O’Neill didn’t let up until the scientist
nodded in agreement, then they headed down the hall to the elevator together. Double damn!
It just wasn’t fair that it was going to be him and his right hand after
all the trouble he’d gone to to get his future lover back.
Gratification was delayed
again, but Robert was used to it. At
least he could pick up his fantasy where he left off, knowing that it was only
a matter of time before it became reality.
~~*~~
This was supposed to be an
easy assignment, a way to get SG1 back in the saddle after their unintended
vacation on Hathor-world. Right. He was beginning to believe that with SG1
involved nothing was ever going to be easy.
It had started as simple
new-recruit training exercises. There
were about 30 people from all parts of the organization, from nineteen-year-old
airmen to fifty-year-old civilians.
Several of the old-timers had taken the group to a safe world, divided
them in two, and were running them through a series of drills. Some of the newbies had thought it was part
of the game when the Jaffa showed up.
The last thing Makepeace
remembered was one of the warriors throwing some kind of glowing ball at
them. Now he was laid out on a hard
stone floor with his ankles manacled and chained to a metal ring on the floor,
his wrists similarly bound at his sides.
There was no way he was going anywhere.
He lifted his head to look
around and found Jackson trussed up the same to his right, with O’Neill and
Ferretti after that. They were in a bare
room with torches burning in the corners; the stereotypical dungeon setting.
O’Neill was already awake
and frowning at the situation. He met
Robert’s eyes and asked, “Do you know if both units were taken, or is the other
one still out there?”
The four of them had been
in charge of one group of recruits, while Carter, Teal’c, Reynolds, and Scali
directed the other.
“I don’t know any more
than you do. If they were captured too,
it could be a long time before the SGC realizes anything’s wrong.”
“Peachy.”
Between them, Daniel
moaned slightly and rolled his head from side to side. Then his eyes flew open and he exclaimed,
“Jack!”
The Air Force officer
answered, “Right here, Daniel. Take it
easy.”
The scientist looked
around, squinting without his glasses.
“What the hell happened now?”
“Oh, you know. Jaffa, capture, chains, waiting for it to get
bad. The usual.”
Ferretti grumbled from the
far end of the row, his voice sounding rough, “Damn, that happened fast. Didn’t even see them coming. And we’re supposed to be training the
greenhorns in how to avoid just this kind of thing.”
Robert called back, “Yeah,
this might be a little bit too realistic.
Then again, after this they won’t let their guards down.”
Brows pulled down and lips
pursed, Daniel added, “If they live long enough to learn the lesson.”
There really wasn’t much
to talk about so they mostly waited in silence, an occasional chain rattling as
one of them tried to find a more comfortable position on the stone floor. O’Neill asked Daniel a few things about the
Jaffa that had taken them, but he hadn’t gotten a good look at the tattoo
symbol.
After what Makepeace
thought to be about two hours, the cell door opened and three of those Jaffa
swaggered into the room. He was
immediately wary of the gleam in their eyes.
They were high on their success in capturing the Tau’ri party and ready
to make the most of it.
The three clumped over in
their heavy boots to stand peering down at Robert. They made a few guttural comments to each
other, and then one squatted and felt him up, pinching biceps and squeezing
pecs.
After he couldn’t help but
quip, “Hey, not on the first date. I’m
not that kind of guy,” he decided that he had definitely been spending too much
time with SG1.
The Jaffa made what even
he could tell were a couple of disparaging comments, then moved on to give
Jackson the same inspection. He seemed
to meet more with their approval. At
least Makepeace assumed so, as the Jaffa doing the inspecting lingered a bit
longer than necessary at the younger man’s thighs.
O’Neill provoked a number
of jocular outbursts. The colonel
demanded, “What? Daniel, what did they
say?”
“They were just, er,
remarking on your maturity.”
“They said I’m old?”
“Not to put too fine a
point on it, but yes. You see, by the
time a Jaffa goes grey he’s likely to be well over a hundred.”
“They take these chains
off and I’ll show them old.”
Robert couldn’t see what
was happening, but he heard Ferretti hiss with pain. The major struggled briefly, protesting,
“Shit, that’s a little too personal!”
The Jaffa laughed. Makepeace couldn’t imagine anything good
coming from this. These guys might be
aliens, but they were sort of human, too, and power tended to make humans
aggressive.
The three shuffled back
down the line of captives until they stood over Daniel, and one big bruiser who
looked kind of like a Klingon sat down straddling his thighs. He immediately pulled the T-shirt out of
Daniel’s pants and pushed it up under his arm-pits, exposing the smooth,
muscular chest.
The linguist uttered
something in the weird Jaffa language, but the one sitting on him just
backhanded him across the face. Daniel blinked
as he recovered from the blow, and the blue eyes locked with Robert’s.
Makepeace wanted to say
something, but his mind drew a blank and the other man turned away. He berated himself for freezing up like a
schoolgirl with a crush and losing out on a good opportunity to connect with
the man he had been obsessing over. Then
he felt a little bad for thinking about putting the moves on anyone under these
circumstances. What a jerk.
Urged on by the other two
Jaffa, the one on top of Daniel bent down and began licking and biting a small
nipple. Daniel squeezed his eyes shut,
his body tensing in rejection of this attention.
As the alien sat back and
began using his hands to explore down the bare torso, O’Neill spoke in a quiet
voice. “Daniel. Daniel, look at me.”
The handsome face turned
away so that Makepeace couldn’t see it anymore.
O’Neill continued, “Just
keep looking at me. Hold my eyes and
ignore anything else. Nothing they can
do to you matters. Our goal here is to
survive, that’s it.”
Daniel gasped as the man
began to fondle his genitals through his pants.
At the other end Ferretti
murmured, “Oh, man. This sucks.”
The steady stream of words
continued. “You’re doing fine, just
concentrate on me. I’m right here with
you, no matter what. You’re Daniel
Jackson, scholar and soldier. They can’t
really touch you.”
Makepeace couldn’t keep
his eyes off of what the Jaffa was doing with his hands. He felt strange, because a couple of his
favorite fantasies concerning Daniel were bondage related and he had imagined
doing much the same thing to the young man himself. This, though, wasn’t erotic at all. This was just…nasty. It made him nauseous that he had thought
about doing it himself. There was a big
difference between fantasy and real brutality.
The Jaffa began pulling at
the waistband of Daniel’s pants, apparently unfamiliar with how to work the
zipper. Daniel choked out, “Jack!”
“It’s okay, just keep
breathing. Open your eyes, Daniel, and
look at me! Think about that program we watched
on Discovery, where the pseudo-archaeologists were jumping to all those
unsubstantiated conclusions about Tutankamun.
Tell me again why they were so wrong.”
It took Jackson a moment
but he started to reply, which impressed the hell out of Robert. Both of them did, really. How had O’Neill known just what to do and say
to keep Daniel from freaking out as he was being sexually assaulted? While he was glad that their connection
allowed O’Neill to give the other man the strength he needed, at the same time
Makepeace felt sad that it wasn’t him, and that in fact he couldn’t even
imagine it being him.
At that point the cell
door banged open and another Jaffa came in, standing at attention just inside
and making some kind of formal proclamation.
The attacker jumped up and the three shuffled into a hastily formed line
to one side.
The Marine could hear the
all too familiar sound of Jaffa approaching and wasn’t surprised when another
contingent entered the room. He really
hated lying on the floor looking up at the ugly bastards. He hated it a lot.
It didn’t make him any
happier when a Goa’uld slinked into the room.
He looked like an average young man, blond haired and green eyed,
dressed up for Halloween in gold lame.
It was the fucking glowing eyes and the smirk that gave him away.
The Goa’uld surveyed the
captives, his eyebrows rising slightly at Jackson’s deshabille, but moving on
quickly.
The regal figure
spoke. “I am your Lord Hiero. You are Tau’ri slaves and will worship me as
your new god. One of you will be honored
to become the instrument of my child, and the rest will serve me as I see fit.”
The Jaffa next to him
reached into his slimy pouch and pulled out a fully mature Goa’uld. The disgusting creature hissed and waved its
head in the air.
Beside him, Robert heard
Daniel mutter, “Oh god. Oh no. Not again.”
He looked over and saw that O’Neill was even paler than the scientist. That’s right, the colonel had been Goa’ulded
just last week. Talk about rotten luck.
False-god Hiero took the
symbiote from the Jaffa and approached Robert, cooing to the snakelike thing,
“Take a look, my adored child. Do any of
these vessels appeal to you?”
He held it down until
Robert got a much more close-up look than he ever wanted of the ugly maw and
extended crest. The creature brushed his
cheek and he felt a rush of fear. He had
never seriously considered that it might happen to him. He couldn’t conceive of what it must be like
to be trapped in your own body, controlled by an alien entity, but the very
idea scared the shit out of him. He
froze, praying to the true God that he wouldn’t be chosen.
Thankfully, the head
pulled away and the Goa’uld moved on to Daniel.
The young man was trying to control rapid breathing that could have
signified anger or fear, Robert wasn’t sure.
A slender forked tongue danced across the skin of the exposed chest and
Makepeace found out which it was.
Daniel hissed at the alien
parasite, “You god damned slimy, scum-sucking piece of shit.”
O’Neill snapped, “Daniel!”
but the scientist was on a roll.
“You’re not a god. You’re a thief and a murderer and you can
die. I’ll kill you myself. All you filthy, worthless mud-wallowing worms
will die.” He added a few more choice
phrases that weren’t in English, the meanings of which were clear enough just
the same. Quite a mouth on that Dr.
Jackson. Who knew?
The worm in question
seemed bored by the specimen it was inspecting and leaned toward O’Neill, who
taunted, “That’s right, just a little bit closer. I’ll bite your snakey little head off.”
What a pair, those
two. Brave or stupid or both at the same
time. Personally, the last thing
Makepeace wanted to do was call attention to himself. Sure, these two together had killed more
Goa’uld than anyone living, but that didn’t make them invincible.
Baby snake indicated its
disinterest in O’Neill as well and was carried to the last option,
Ferretti. He imagined that the poor man
must be peeing himself at this point.
The major didn’t speak to
the Goa’uld, but he said quietly, “Sir, if it comes down to it, I wouldn’t want
to live. You know that, don’t you?”
O’Neill answered gently,
“I know, Lou.”
Makepeace could just see
the symbiote rub its head under Ferretti’s chin and slide around the bobbing
Adam’s apple. The major looked wound-up
like a guitar string, but he was holding himself together. Good man.
Unbelievably, the snake
pulled away and bent back toward the Jaffa.
Hiero purred, “Ah, my darling.
You find these slaves inadequate?
There are others to choose from.
Younger ones, prettier ones. We
shall find one that will please you.”
Once the creepy little
monster was safely stored inside the Jaffa, the Goa’uld and his entourage swept
from the room without another look at the bound men, who lay silently in
relieved shock.
After a moment O’Neill
asked no one in particular, “Have I mentioned lately that I really hate those
things?”
Makepeace started at a
sudden noise to his left. They had
forgotten the original three Jaffa. They had their heads together in the corner,
but he couldn’t make out the words much less understand them.
When they all turned as
one, Robert groaned. Their attention was
firmly fixed on Daniel again.
O’Neill saw it too and
swore, “Crap.”
As the Jaffa started
toward him, Daniel stated conversationally, “You know, this really has turned
out to be a very bad day.”
The same Jaffa as before
squatted over the scientist and wrapped his large hands around his neck,
pushing Daniel’s head back with both thumbs under his chin. It was a demonstration of who held all the
power and how easily he could end their lives.
He growled something and squeezed a bit.
Daniel gasped, his face
turning slightly red. When the grip
loosened sufficiently, he spat, “Fuck you, asshole.”
O’Neill cautioned,
“Survival, remember? You do whatever you
have to to live through this, which probably doesn’t include provoking him.”
“I’m tired of this,
Jack. I want them to leave me alone.”
“Daniel…”
But he was interrupted by
the three Jaffa reaching to unlock the restraints from Jackson’s arms and
legs. Before the human could even bend
his knees they pulled him to his feet and shoved him toward the wall at
Robert’s left.
Daniel turned his back to
the wall and glared at his attackers dangerously. Beside Makepeace O’Neill murmured, “Crap,
Daniel, don’t do it.”
He did it. When the first Jaffa approached him Jackson
kneed him in the groin and hit him in the face with a respectable right
hook. After that, whatever sexual
gratification the Jaffa had been anticipating was subsumed into the immediate
joys of physical violence.
At first two of them held
Daniel while the third worked him over, but the victim was soon on the ground
curled into a ball trying to protect his vulnerable parts from attack. The savage kicks to the spine and kidneys
couldn’t feel good.
Makepeace was surprised at
Jackson’s response to the situation. He
knew that he himself would have tried to fight it out too, no matter the
consequences, but he would have expected Daniel to ‘go along to get along,’ as
O’Neill seemed to want. He respected the
guy’s guts, but regretted the damage that was being inflicted on that sweet
body.
Frustrated at their
powerlessness, as each subsequent blow landed O’Neill let out an expletive and
Makepeace flinched. Just as he was
beginning to worry that they weren’t going to stop until Daniel was dead, the
door opened and a Jaffa came in, setting an earthenware jug and plate of food
down on the ground. Before leaving he
barked something that stopped the other Jaffa mid-swing. Snarling, they each gave Jackson one last
kick and backed away.
One of them went into the
hallway and brought back two staff weapons.
Handing them off to the other two, who trained them pointedly at the
prisoners, he began releasing the manacles.
The soldiers remained
still until the Jaffa had taken the chains and backed out of the room, locking
the door behind them. Robert was the
first to reach their fallen colleague.
He touched Daniel on the shoulder and called his name.
Then O’Neill pushed by to
kneel in front of them. As he checked
the damage he tried to brush the hair out of Daniel’s face as though it were
still long.
“Daniel? Can you hear me? Open your eyes for me, buddy.”
There was a groan and a
slight stirring, but not much more.
Ferretti reached in and ran his hands along Daniel’s back, arms and
legs.
“Come on, Dr. J, let us
know you’re in there.”
Jackson started to sit up
and the other two supported him until he was leaning against O’Neill’s
chest. Robert moved back a bit, feeling
like a third wheel.
Daniel began insisting
that he was fine, protestations that were ignored by the others as they
continued checking him out, and Robert was reminded of how much history the
three men had. They had all been on that
original trip through the Stargate.
Makepeace would have given anything to have that on his resume too, and
who knew, maybe Jackson would be aware he existed instead of only having eyes
for O’Neill.
He carried the jug of
water over to the group and then retreated to stand by the door, watching as
they tended to the injured man. Jackson
was clutching his side in a way Robert suspected meant broken or cracked ribs. He knew from experience that that hurt like a
son-of-a-bitch.
He saw how gentle O’Neill
was with the civilian, and the thought returned. Jackson only had eyes for O’Neill. Was that it?
Was that why Robert couldn’t seem to make any time with the object of
his desire? Because they were more than
just friends?
He was surprised that it
hadn’t occurred to him before. The two
men certainly were tighter than most teammates, or even most buddies, but
somehow Makepeace couldn’t quite believe they were lovers. Regardless of O’Neill’s iconoclastic façade,
he knew that the Air Force had the colonel by the short and curlies. Even if he felt that way toward Daniel, he
probably wouldn’t do anything about it.
Robert didn’t have
reservations about violating those particular regs, and he wasn’t ready to give
up when the competition wasn’t even aware of the contest. Daniel didn’t act like a man who was getting
it regularly and he was determined to change that.
He carried the plate of
bread and meat over and made sure everybody got something to eat, even Daniel,
feeding the younger man with his fingers when necessary. Soon the eyes in that bruise-covered face
began to close, and O’Neill guided him down so that his head rested on the
colonel’s thigh.
The three officers huddled
around the sleeping man, O’Neill’s hand protectively on one shoulder, and tried
to come up with a plan. They had very
little to go on, only that they were being held by a Goa’uld and that there
were other captives there somewhere.
Eventually they all
settled against the wall to rest.
Although he hadn’t
intended to sleep, Robert jerked awake as the cell door clanged open. Three Jaffa that he didn’t think he had seen
before, though it was hard to tell them apart, came in with staff weapons
primed. As Daniel pushed himself into a
sitting position the guards looked them over, then apparently decided on
O’Neill.
They threatened the group
with their weapons and shouted something at the colonel.
O’Neill asked Daniel
without looking at him, “Let me guess, they want me to take a little trip with
them?”
Daniel nodded, answering
miserably, “Interrogation.”
“Right.” O’Neill steeled himself. “See you guys around.”
As the tall man stood to
accompany the guards, Daniel called, “Jack!”
Looking back briefly, the
colonel reassured, “It’s all right,” and ordered, “Look for a way out.” Then he was gone.
Ferretti sat down next to
Jackson and said, “You know he’ll be okay.
The colonel’s one tough cookie.”
Daniel leaned his head
back against the wall and closed his eyes.
“Sure. There’s no doubt in my
mind.”
Robert briefly checked
Daniel’s forehead for fever, which thankfully he didn’t find. He urged, “You should get some more
rest. The stronger you are when it comes
time to get out of here the better.”
“I am resting.”
He and Ferretti moved away
a bit, both watching Jackson with concern.
Ferretti said softly, “He won’t sleep while the colonel is gone, not
unless he really can’t help it. I’ve
seen it before. It’s like they hold each
other’s lives in their hands and take the responsibility very seriously.” The major shrugged, “Weird, but it seems to
work for them.”
Great, Ferretti, rub salt
in the wounds.
Makepeace found himself
pacing restlessly, increasingly frustrated by captivity and powerlessness. He was a Marine! They didn’t just sit around and wait, they
took matters into their own hands. He
couldn’t even use the time to make points with Daniel, as Ferretti had
apparently appointed himself mother-hen in the colonel’s absence. The kid was of course oblivious. He just sat there, looking like death warmed
over, thinking whatever planet-hopping archaeologists thought at a time like
that.
About to go seriously stir
crazy, Robert almost welcomed the interruption of the door flying open and a body being
unceremoniously dumped inside. O’Neill,
looking rather worse for the wear.
Jackson called, “Jack!”
and started to get up.
Ferretti stopped him. “Stay here, we’ll bring him over.”
Makepeace knelt and rolled
the unconscious form onto its back, revealing an array of bruises and abrasions
to match his teammate’s. O’Neill was
also liberally coated with wet, warm blood – obviously a recent injury.
He grabbed one shoulder
and the major the other, and they dragged the man over to his friend. Despite his own wounds, Daniel shifted to his
knees and began shoving the bloody T-shirt out of the way to find the source of
the blood.
His search revealed an
inch-wide puncture just to the left of the colonel’s navel.
“Shit! He’s been stabbed.” Daniel tore a large section off of his own
T-shirt, wadded it up, and pressed it against the still bleeding gash. He ordered, “Give me strips of your shirts to
use as binding.”
Both he and the major
complied, ripping the bottoms off their shirts.
Daniel tied them together, then reached under the colonel’s inert body
to pass the cloth around him, tying it tightly over the makeshift
dressing.
The young man pleaded,
“Jack! Jack, can you tell me if you’re
injured anywhere else? I mean more
injured than what I can already see, because you don’t look so good. What about internal damage? Broken bones?
What about…”
One of O’Neill’s hands
clamped on Jackson’s forearm, stopping the flow of words. They all leaned closer as the colonel started
to speak, his voice barely audible.
“Tell Hammond. This is a Jaffa and Goa’uld breeding
ground. Making a new army. Must wipe it out now. Not a lot of Jaffa, would be easy. Two or three units. Tell him.”
Daniel choked, “You’ll
tell him. You can give him all the intel
when we get you back. You’ll be all
right, Jack.”
The other man tightened
his grip on Daniel’s arm but went on, “Next cell, some of our people. Have to get them out.”
Makepeace and Ferretti
looked at each other. That was easier
said than done. When they looked back,
O’Neill had passed out again.
Daniel checked the
dressing to find it saturated with fresh blood.
The bleeding wasn’t stopping. Not
a good sign.
The civilian sat back on
his heels and, to Robert’s surprise, took charge.
“Okay, we have to get out
of here now. If we don’t, Jack could
bleed to death. We’ll have to take out
the next guards that come in.”
Robert frowned. “I’m all for escaping, but they’re heavily
armed and there are only two of us.”
“Three,” Daniel corrected.
Ferretti backed Makepeace
up. “Daniel, the shape you’re in you
don’t count for quite half a person in this equation. Jack wouldn’t want us to commit suicide.”
Feeling that he needed to
point out all the difficulties with the proposal, Makepeace added, “And even if
we did get out of this cell, we can’t carry O’Neill back to the Stargate. We don’t know where we are in relation to it
or even if we’re on the same planet.”
Daniel insisted
stubbornly, “One thing at a time. Once
we take out the guards, I’ll get Jack moving.
You heard him, there isn’t a big contingent of Jaffa here. We can do this. Anyway, you heard what else he said. The Goa’uld is building an army. Who do you think will end up being the new
Jaffa? You want to wait around for
that?”
The kid had a point. A break-out was risky, but it might be their
only chance. Robert looked around the
plain room again. There were some beams
up near the ceiling. That could be of
some use.
He looked at the other
men. “Okay, what do we have as weapons?”
Ferretti offered, “A jug
and a plate? Our hands? Anything else?”
Robert answered, “We also
have our training and our determination.”
He stood up and inspected the door area.
“This is what we’ll do. I’ll hang
on to that beam until they come in. You
two will be to each side of the door.
Daniel, you take the first man through, Ferretti the second. I’ll get the third and hope there aren’t too
many more outside. Daniel, wait till at
least two of them have come into the room, then use the jug and plate to
distract before you move in. Just try to
hold your man out of the fight until one of us can help you. You aren’t exactly Rocky Balboa right now.”
Daniel glared at him. “Rocky is a fictional character. I’ll do whatever I have to to get Jack out of
here. And the others. He said there are some more of us next door.”
“Right,” Makepeace
acknowledged. “This could be a long
wait. Are you up to it?”
There was that icy face
again. “I’m fine.”
Damn, but it seemed like
he could never say the right thing.
Ferretti gave him a boost
so that he could grab hold of the thin round beam just inches from the
ceiling. He worked one foot and calf
through the space to hang from a knee and an elbow. It was far from a comfortable position, but
Makepeace knew that he could hold it for hours if necessary.
The Air Force major
squatted on one side of the door and the archaeologist stood leaning against
the wall on the other side, far enough away so that the door wouldn’t hit him
when it opened. Robert watched Daniel
from above, noting the way he was hunched over favoring one side, as well as
the expression so far past serious that it was entering scowl territory. Daniel studiously watched O’Neill, whom they
had left across the room to be a visual focal point for the guards when they
arrived.
They waited. Makepeace didn’t have any idea what time it
was, but it had been quite a while since they had been supplied with food or
water, as his stomach regularly reminded him.
Surely someone would bring more soon, if they didn’t come to take
another of them for interrogation or some other evil purpose.
O’Neill moaned and shifted
position slightly, and Daniel pushed himself away from the wall.
Makepeace hissed at him,
“Stay put. We may not have any warning
when they arrive.”
Daniel hesitated, knowing
Robert was right, then insisted, “Just one minute.”
He shuffled across the
floor and sank to his knees beside his friend.
“I’m here, Jack. We have a plan and we need you to just stay
here and rest. That’s your job. Do you understand?”
The colonel peered up at
Jackson, looking somewhat disoriented.
“Yeah, Daniel.”
“Good. Just rest.”
Hearing a noise at the
door Makepeace called, “Daniel!”
The young man responded to
the urgency in his voice, scuttling back to his place and scooping up his
makeshift weapons at the same time. He
made it just as the door swung open.
The two men below followed
Makepeace’s directions to the letter.
Two Jaffa entered, the first carrying more provisions, then stopped to
look around for the rest of the prisoners.
Daniel smashed the clay plate into the face of the first man, following
that up with the jug broken over his helmeted head. Ferretti flung an arm around the neck of the
second man, pulling him off balance and out of the doorway.
A third Jaffa charged in
angrily and Makepeace dropped onto him like a spider from its web. As he grappled with the enemy, eventually
breaking his neck, he checked the door, noting that no one else was there to
enter the fray. As soon as he could, he
turned to take out the Jaffa that had just punched Daniel in the solar
plexus. The Jaffa quickly fell to the
floor from a chop to the neck, beating Daniel down by seconds as the
archaeologist sank to his knees, doubled over in pain.
The colonel turned to
acknowledge Ferretti, who was panting over his own fallen opponent. An alarmed cry of “No!” from Daniel spun him
around again.
The distressed eyes were
fixed across the room and Makepeace followed his gaze, only to be appalled
himself. Two feet from O’Neill was a
large Goa’uld symbiote that he realized had probably come from the pouch of the
Jaffa he had just killed. It was looking
for another home and had decided O’Neill was it.
Without another moment’s
thought he launched himself toward the creature, clamping his hands around its
middle when it was mere inches from O’Neill’s horrified brown eyes. The snake turned and hissed at him, then fell
limp as he broke the strangely brittle alien in two. As he climbed to his knees and wiped the blue
gunk from his hands onto his trousers, O’Neill murmured a soft, “Thanks.”
“Any time.”
Daniel was still on hands
and knees, his expression shocked. Then
it was like a switch was turned and he was in motion, pulling himself to his
feet and staggering forward.
He said to Robert, “Help
me get him up,” and pulled O’Neill into a sitting position. “He can lean on me.”
Robert had his doubts
about whether O’Neill was going to be able to keep his feet with or without
help, but he wasn’t about to nay-say Jackson.
He grabbed the older man’s arm and lifted, letting go when Daniel had an
arm around his friend’s waist to keep him upright.
They headed toward the
door, where Ferretti handed him a staff weapon and pushed the legs of a fallen
Jaffa out of the way so that O’Neill and Jackson wouldn’t have to step over
them.
The hallway was clear and
he asked, “O’Neill, which way are our people?”
The colonel blinked
groggily and motioned to the left. “Next
cell. The door was open when they took
me past.”
When they reached the door
he motioned to Ferretti to blast it with the staff weapon as he watched for
guards. The door swung open with a bang,
and he entered carefully. Inside was the
younger part of their training group.
Six pairs of eyes stared
at him with expressions that ranged from fear to belligerence, all of them
quickly transforming into relief as they recognized who he was. Several stepped forward at once.
“Colonel Makepeace!”
“Thank god!”
“Are we getting out of
here?”
“Your orders, sir?”
He held up his hand. “Yes, we’re getting out of here. Go.”
They moved toward the door
and he noticed that there were two more people behind them. A young woman was lying on the floor with an
equally youthful man kneeling next to her.
The woman, girl, had an SGC jacket zipped up to her neck and another
tied around her waist like a skirt.
Other than that she was naked.
One look at her vacant eyes told him what he needed to know. She hadn’t been saved from what they’d tried
to do to Daniel Jackson.
The young man looked
distraught. “I can’t get her to respond
to anything. I’ll carry her.”
Makepeace shook his head
and ordered, “Out in the hall with the others, Ramirez. I’ll take care of this.”
“But sir…”
“You heard me,
soldier. What’s this girl’s name?”
“Lisa Pete, Airman First
Class.”
“Out.”
As he reluctantly moved
away Robert looked down at the battered figure.
He felt sorry for her. It was a
real pisser that something like this should happen on what was probably her
first posting, but it was always a risk.
He hoped she wouldn’t be ruined for life.
What he did was lean down
and slap her face.
He barked, “Airman Pete,
get on your feet.”
The empty brown eyes
flickered up to him with fear.
“You heard me, Pete. Get up.
Now.”
When she didn’t respond he
drew his hand back to strike again and she suddenly scooted back against the
wall, sitting up with her knees against her chest.
He couldn’t back down
now.
“I gave you an order,
Airman. Are you going to obey it, or am
I going to have to leave you here?”
Her eyes gained awareness
and she stuttered, “Y..y..yes, sir.”
She pushed herself up to a
standing position, her bare legs shaking.
“We’re going to the ‘gate,
Pete. Keep up and stay out of the
way. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Y..yes, sir.”
“Good. Go.”
She lurched toward the
door and slipped past Daniel Jackson, who was watching Makepeace with large,
unreadable eyes. Well, he had probably
just blown any chance he might ever have had with the man. Shit.
First things first,
though. The ragged group shuffled down
the hall and Ferretti blew the lock off the next room, too. That one held the older trainees, most of
them civilians. Makepeace got them all
moving, himself at the front and Ferretti bringing up the rear like a pair of
sheepdogs. They checked a couple more
rooms but didn’t find any other captives.
Now there was the question
of where the fuck to go next. He decided
to follow the path more trodden, and checked the wear patterns on the stone
floor. When they came to a corner he
turned with the heavier traffic flow.
After several more turns and a long upward-sloping ramp, they came to a
set of double doors. They didn’t seem to
be locked but were too heavy for him to move alone, so he and one of the larger
trainees shoved them open with their shoulders.
The fresh air that hit his
nostrils had never smelled sweeter. He
could see their surroundings in the pale first light of dawn and quickly
scanned the area for hostiles. He didn’t
see anything, but was reluctant to take that for granted. Things had been going too well.
He sent Ferretti ahead on
a quick dash to the tree line about 30 yards away. He dispatched the others in small groups
leaving the barely walking wounded till the last. He was vigilant as he escorted Jackson,
O’Neill and Pete to join the rest.
They all moved through the
forest until they came to an opening that gave them a view down a hillside into
a valley. Makepeace asked, “Does anyone
recognize where we are? Any landmarks?”
They looked around
silently until one of the civilians, a geologist, pointed and said,
“There! See the striations on the cliff
face over there? That’s just south of
the stargate.”
Makepeace hoped the man
was right, because he didn’t have any other ideas of where to go. “Okay, everyone memorize that spot. If we get separated rendezvous there. Move out.”
He was proud of his
people. Many of them were traumatized,
but they were still functioning as a team.
With the only weapons ahead and behind, the others formed a protective
ring around the most injured members of the party, helping them along when
needed. They moved slowly but steadily
toward their goal.
They had gone nearly a
mile when Ferretti shouted from the rear, “Take cover!”
Everyone dived more or
less quickly for whatever protection was to be had in the forest. Makepeace doubled back in time to see several
Jaffa crash through the trees following their trail. He charged his staff weapon, aimed and fired.
He and Ferretti kept up a
steady barrage, taking out a few of the slowest warriors, then the other Jaffa
fell back further into the trees. Robert
called, “Cover me,” and darted forward far enough to retrieve two more weapons,
one staff and one zat.
O’Neill and Jackson had
the others organized and moving out just as he got back. He was impressed that either of them was
still standing, much less thinking, on their feet. In fact, O’Neill was leaning heavily on
Daniel’s shoulder, though he knew that the younger man would never have
admitted it was a burden.
Makepeace handed the new
weapons to two of the military trainees whom he was sure knew how to use them,
and left them to cover the rear with Ferretti.
He was relieved when the stargate came into view, and a beautiful sight
it was.
The rag-tag group lurched
into the clearing around the DHD, and then Robert found out why it had been so
easy. It was a trap.
Everywhere he looked, all
around the clearing, were Jaffa with staff weapons trained on them. Fucking hell.
Now what?
Makepeace heard Daniel,
who was just behind him, moan, “Nate.”
Looking up, he saw a young
man step out from behind the stargate.
He recognized Dr. Nathan Takei, a clumsy anthropologist whom he
remembered having thick glasses and a braid.
Daniel had mentioned that while the twenty-five-year-old was lacking in
social skills, he was a prodigy when it came to understanding ancient Asian
cultures.
Well, he didn’t look like
any science geek now. He was dressed in
ornate garments that flowed in some places and revealed his lean form in
others, long black hair shining and flowing down his back. Of course, the biggest difference was the
glowing eyes.
His Goa’uld-timbred voice
rumbled, “Lay down your weapons. You
will all be punished for your insolence and then initiated into our army. You shall learn to fight and die for the glory
of your gods!”
They were out numbered and
exposed, but Robert didn’t know if he could allow himself or the others to be
taken again. If more of them were
Goa’ulded or otherwise compromised, it could seriously affect Earth’s
security. He had to make a
decision. He glanced at O’Neill and
Jackson and saw that they were on the same wave length, and what their own
choice was. He took a deep breath and
prepared to die in battle when Teal’c’s familiar voice rang through the
clearing.
“I do not believe so.”
Then all hell broke
loose. Gunfire rang out from the upper
branches of the trees! Carter, Teal’c
and their people had set a trap for their captors!
Makepeace made sure all
his people were down and protected as much as they could be, then joined in
picking off the surrounding Jaffa. He
saw Mr. Klingon tuck and roll and come up shooting. He took exquisite revenge by terminating the
Jaffa with one shot to the groin.
He quickly checked on
Daniel, finding him and O’Neill huddled together on the ground, each of them
apparently thinking he was protecting the other. Robert was protecting both of them.
A movement caught his eye,
and he noticed the Takei/Goa’uld turning to leave. He took aim with the staff weapon and hit the
man directly in the back of the head.
Human and symbiote were instantly eliminated.
Before long the shooting
stopped and SGC trainees began dropping from the trees like ripe fruit. After a brief reunion, during which Captain
Carter inspected her wounded teammates disapprovingly, Daniel limped to the DHD
and emphatically dialed home.
~~*~~
Several days later, Robert
was sitting outside the shooting range cleaning his weapon when a shadow
crossed his shoulder. It was Daniel
Jackson, who was starting to look much better as his bruises faded.
He said, “Robert,” the
first time he had used Makepeace’s first name.
“I wanted to thank you for what you did on the planet.”
He shook his head. “I was just doing my job, Daniel. No thanks necessary.” In truth, he felt tremendously pleased.
Daniel continued, “No, I
mean it. A lot of people could have died
there, including Jack and myself, and it was really because of you that we got
out alive. Thank you.”
“It was a team
effort. It took all of us to make it
back. You gave a pretty impressive
performance yourself.”
Colonel Makepeace’s heart
almost dropped straight through his stomach when Daniel ducked his head and
blushed. He desperately begged his
libido to control itself.
Then Daniel looked at him
again, those blue eyes intense and serious.
“And about what happened with Lisa Pete.
That wasn’t how I would have handled the situation, but I understand why
you did what you did.”
Robert sobered
quickly. “I did care about what had
happened to her. I would have liked to
be able to treat her with kindness and sympathy, but the first priority was to
get her and everyone else home alive.
There’s time for sympathy now.”
Daniel nodded. “I know.
You took her from deep shock to functional in a matter of seconds. She may never forgive you,” he grinned
beautifully, “but she’s alive to be angry.
That took guts.”
Makepeace smiled
back. “I’ll talk to her. I think she’ll be all right.”
“Yeah. Listen, I have to go. They’re letting Jack out of the infirmary
today and lucky me, I get to take him home.
But thank you.”
“You’re welcome,
Daniel.”
He watched the attractive
backside walk away, feeling a pleasant buzz of happiness. Sometimes those dark clouds did have silver
linings.
~~*~~
Makepeace didn’t see much
of SG1 or Daniel Jackson for the next few months. Scheduling seemed to be conspiring to keep
them apart, and it was frustrating as hell.
A couple of times he caught sight of Daniel in the halls and nearly fell
over his tongue. The brief glimpses were
enough to keep his desire alive and fan the flames even hotter.
He sometimes regretted
saving O’Neill’s life when he saw how well the colonel took care of his
civilian team member. Like, he couldn’t
figure out what the fuck that was letting them cart Jackson off to a mental
hospital, or taking the kid right into Hell itself?
He just hoped that someone
was there to comfort Daniel when his wife died, though Makepeace didn’t think
that was really much of a tragedy, and not only because he had designs on the
man himself. It was the inevitable
outcome, and it was better to get it over with.
Maybe Daniel would be more receptive to other offers now.
His involvement with the
unauthorized operation couldn’t have been going more smoothly. Maybourne’s people were getting bolder and
getting their hands on some really useful stuff. He would have liked to do more than be a
courier, but he understood how helpful his role was. He was literally the only physical link
between the off-world team and Earth.
That was why he had been recruited in the first place and he was willing
to accept the status quo for the time being.
Eventually fate conspired
to give Robert another chance. One of
his teammates was off active duty with an injury and they were Earth-bound for
a couple of weeks. And what do you
know? That happened to coincide with
Colonel O’Neill’s disappearance on Edora, so the rest of SG1 was hanging
around, too.
For a while Dr. Jackson
worked round the clock trying to get their so-called allies to help. He was back and forth through the gate as
though it were a turnstile, and was available at all hours in case a call came
through. Makepeace wondered why Daniel
seemed surprised that all the response he got was, ‘Sorry’. For a smart guy, he could obviously be a
little slow to recognize reality.
About four weeks after
last contact with O’Neill, Makepeace happened to go into SG1’s locker room
looking for something and found the man of his dreams. Daniel was sitting on the bench staring at
his locker door. The guy looked like
crap – in an attractive sort of way, of course.
He didn’t notice Robert
was there, even when he sat down next to him on the bench. Daniel jumped when Makepeace said his name.
“Oh, hi, Robert. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I could tell. Are you all right Daniel?”
“Of course, I’m fine.”
Makepeace wondered if
anyone actually believed that ‘I’m fine’ bull?
“You look worried.”
“Yeah, well. You know.
Just wondering how Jack’s doing.”
“You know him. Tough as nails. I’m sure he’s doing fine.”
“I just wish…” Daniel stopped, unsure whether to say
more. Apparently he decided that it was
all right to talk to Makepeace because he continued, “It’s just that a meteor
shower powerful enough to knock the ‘gate out of commission could have done a
lot of other damage, too. We don’t know
if there were any survivors on Edora.”
“Try not to worry,
Daniel. If anyone made it, he did. He’s probably got himself set up in a nice
domestic arrangement, spending his days fishing. When he gets back he’ll be all tanned and
relaxed.”
Daniel smiled at him. “You’re probably right.”
This was an opportunity
too good to pass up.
“Hey, what do you say we
get out of here for a while? Go see how
people are living on Earth these days.”
Those expressive eyebrows
pulled down. “I shouldn’t. There’s stuff I can do here.”
“Uh huh. Like staring at your locker? Listen, a break will do you good. Get your mind off everything for a while and
tomorrow you may see things in a whole new light. Come on, let’s go get a beer. I need to get out, too.”
Makepeace could see the
wheels turning in that high-powered cranium, and happily the output was in his
favor.
“Okay. I do need a break. So does Sam.
I should go get her.”
“If we ask the major along
you know you’ll just end up talking about Edora. We’ll take her another time.”
“Okay.” He stood and stretched. “I’ll get changed and then we can go.”
Robert was already in his
civvies, so he just sat there and watched Daniel Jackson strip out of his
clothes. He had been pretty sure the
other man was well built, but this exceeded his wildest dreams. Thankfully, Daniel didn’t seem to notice him
staring, or the painful bulge at his crotch.
He wanted to reach out and touch that soft skin. He wanted to back Daniel into the wall and
grind his dick against the thin material of those boxer shorts and what was
inside them. He didn’t want to stop
there.
He was so lost in the
swirl of desire that he was surprised when Daniel said, “I’m ready. Where do you want to go?”
He blinked stupidly up at
the scientist and then pulled himself together.
“How about O’Malley’s? We can get
something to eat.”
“Yeah, some red meat would
hit the spot. I’ll meet you there.”
“What? Oh, I could drive us both.”
“Thanks, but I want to go
check out my apartment too, see if there are any fish left alive. Maybe stop by the bank tomorrow morning. Do some of those ‘life must go on’ things. See you there in thirty?”
They exited the locker
room.
“It’s a date.” Had he just said that? Daniel didn’t pick up on it anyway.
Jackson was already there
when Robert walked into the restaurant, sitting at the bar looking
abso-fucking-lutely edible. The soft
lighting emphasized the red and brown highlights in the short hair. He noticed again the strong jaw incongruously
framing soft, full lips. Robert’s
erection was back before he could even settle onto the bar stool.
Daniel had a glass of red
wine in front of him. Robert asked the
bar tender for a Coors Light.
“That stuff tastes like
piss,” Daniel teased.
“Yeah, it does, but I’m
driving so I have to take it easy.”
“Good thinking.”
“That’s the Marines for
ya. Gotta keep one step ahead of the
game.”
Somehow Robert kept up
light conversation, talking about anything and everything, while his entire
body was focused on the man next to him.
He turned sideways to face Daniel and let his thighs fall open
casually. The bulge in his pants was
hidden by long shirt tails, but he was constantly aware of the aching
need. He was dying to lean over and kiss
those lips, drop his hand down to cup the other man’s crotch. He might have done it, too, if he wasn’t a
military officer in a public place.
It was a relief when they
moved to a table to order dinner. That
way he could press the heel of his hand into his raging erection, calming it
enough so that he didn’t come in his pants.
Daniel loosened up with
the conversation and good food. When
Robert actually made him laugh, it felt like he had won the lottery. By the end of dinner Daniel looked totally
relaxed, while Robert was tensed up from having to restrain himself.
They walked out to the
parking lot and stopped next to Robert’s Explorer.
Daniel turned to him,
“Thanks, Rob, this really was a good idea.”
Makepeace pushed the image
of crushing the other man against his truck out of his mind. He had to take it slow, but it was time for
the next step. As his daddy used to say,
shit or get off the pot.
“Why don’t you come back
to my place for a nightcap?”
“Another time, I really
want to get home.”
Robert took a step into
Daniel’s personal space. Daniel tried to
move back but bumped into the truck.
Robert said, “I would
really like to spend some more time with you, Daniel. I’d like to get to know you better.”
Blue eyes stared at
him. The penny was finally starting to
drop.
“Um.”
Makepeace put one hand on
a slim hip, feeling bone and flesh through denim.
“I’m your friend, Daniel,
and I want to be here for you. Whatever
you need, I can give it to you.”
“Um, thanks.”
He had to touch, but
slowly. Carefully. He leaned his hips forward to brush his
erection across Daniel’s groin, pleased to find an answering hardness there.
Daniel gasped, his breath
coming faster. “Oh.”
The scientist looked so
shocked that it occurred to Robert that Daniel might not have known that he
could be aroused by another man. He knew
it now.
“Come home with me,
Daniel. Spend the night with me.”
Daniel’s eyes searched his
face. He was thinking about it. Then he suddenly twisted and stepped away.
Face red, Daniel
stammered, “Uh, thanks for the offer, really.
Now’s not…now’s not a good time.”
“The offer is open,
Daniel. I’d really like to get closer to
you.”
“I..uh..I’ll see you
tomorrow, Robert.”
Makepeace sank against his
truck as the other man made a beeline for his own car. So close.
But all was not lost. Daniel
hadn’t been offended or angry or even scared.
He was mostly startled. A man
like that might be able to get comfortable with the idea, and Robert would be
there.
He couldn’t hold off till
he got home. After climbing into his
truck he grabbed a wad of Kleenex out of the glove compartment and took himself
in hand. With only a couple of strokes
he came so hard he saw stars, right there in the restaurant parking lot.
Damn, this Daniel Jackson
was a lot of work, but he was going to be so worth waiting for.
~~*~~
After that when they ran
into each other at the mountain Daniel was friendly, but kept his
distance. He seemed a little nervous,
but Makepeace liked to think it was in a good way. He didn’t push, but he didn’t back off,
either.
SG4 got back into the
rotation and it grew more difficult to arrange encounters with Jackson. Then they got O’Neill back, and that made it
even harder.
It was as much of a shock
to him as to everybody else when O’Neill made such a radical turn-around. He actually fucking retired! And Makepeace was actually assigned to lead
SG1! Not only was it a great promotion,
but he’d be able to spend all the time he wanted with Daniel. He quickly took advantage of the situation to
watch his new teammate shower. Made him
hard enough to hammer nails in no time flat.
Makepeace was replaying
that pleasant memory as he sat in his truck in the 7-Eleven parking lot, a Big
Gulp cup on the seat beside him.
A black car pulled up next
to him and the passenger-side electric window whirred down.
“Maybourne, you’re late.”
“Not very. Do you have it?”
He handed the Big Gulp
across the space between the cars and watched as Colonel Maybourne pried the
plastic lid off the top and looked in.
“It’s bigger than I
expected.”
“Yeah, it is. Tell your guys not to do that again. Something that size is hard to hide on both
sides of the ‘gate. I almost left it
where it was.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Listen, Makepeace, what’s your take on the
O’Neill situation? Is that on the up and
up?”
He thought about it. “I’d say so.
O’Neill has been through some rough shit lately. Maybe he finally had enough. He’s got it in him, that I know.”
“What about his team? How are they reacting?”
“I’m sure they believe
it. Dr. Jackson’s charging around like
someone shot his dog. Major Carter has
gone military protocol to the extreme; if her spine gets any straighter you’ll
be able to use her as a ruler.
“Now, Teal’c, he’s a
little harder to read. He resents my
command of SG1 and seems to blame me for what happened, but that could just be
residual loyalty to O’Neill. He’ll
either adjust or he’ll be off the team.”
“So you don’t think it
could be an act?”
“Of course it could, but I
haven’t seen anything to indicate that.
Why? Are you thinking about
recruiting O’Neill?”
“I’m thinking about
placing him with the recovery team. You
don’t need to know anything more. Just
keep doing what you’ve been doing. There’s
another pickup three days from now, I’ll send you the details.”
As he pulled out into
traffic he thought it over. It would be
ironic to have O’Neill on the team after it was he who closed down the NID
stargate access in the first place. It could
be good, though, especially if it involved getting the ex-colonel off the
planet. His major competition seemed to
have been effectively nipped in the bud.
Three days later, he and
Jackson were the last ones in the locker room gearing up for the next off-world
mission – a milk run if he’d ever seen one.
Jackson looked depressed.
Makepeace stepped up close
to the other man. “Hey, Daniel. I know it’s hard on you about O’Neill going
back to Edora after you worked so hard to get him home.”
Daniel looked at the
floor. “I don’t want to talk about
Jack.”
“Look, this probably isn’t
the best time, but remember what they say.
For every door that closes, another opens up.” The handsome face frowned at him. “I just mean that even though it may feel
like it, you aren’t alone.”
He put his hand on
Daniel’s lower back, where he could feel the beginning of the swell of his
ass.
“O’Neill isn’t your only
friend. You can count on me not to run
out on you. You’ve got my word.”
Jackson’s eyes studied his
face. He didn’t say anything, but he
eventually nodded at Makepeace, who turned away to hide his smile.
“Don’t be late, Dr.
Jackson. We’ve got a schedule to keep.”
After this mission was
over things were going to get interesting.
He was finally going to get what he had wanted for so long.
~~*~~
Of course things don’t
always work out as planned, especially with SG1 involved. After the mission, Makepeace found himself
sitting alone in the brig. All the
prisoners were separated so that they couldn’t compare stories, and he didn’t
have much to do except think.
He didn’t know what would
happen from here, and was surprised to find that he didn’t care all that
much. His life was over, one way or the
other. There was a small possibility that
his former NID employers would find a way to get him out of prison. It was even more likely they would find a way
to eliminate him.
It wasn’t that much
different on the other side. After his
court-martial for treason he might be buried in a maximum security installation
for the rest of his life, but even there he would be considered a risk. They would probably choose the option of
execution. He would, if he were in their
position.
He looked up to see Daniel
Jackson standing at the bars of his cell.
His visitor spoke without preamble.
“I want to know why,
Robert. Why would you do this?”
“Because I believed it was
right. I still do. I want to save this planet as much as you, I
just chose a different way to go about it.”
“You caused a lot of
trouble with Earth’s allies.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry about
that. But then again, maybe they won’t
take us so much for granted after this.
Take you for granted. I’m out of
it, obviously.”
Jackson thought for a
moment. “And I’m actually sorry about that. You were good at this. It will be a loss to the SGC.”
Makepeace couldn’t
maintain eye contact. “Thanks for saying
that. I blew it by trusting
O’Neill. I guess if he could play you
like that, what chance did I have?”
Pain darkened the other
man’s face and he went on, “You know, Daniel, I do have one regret. I told you I wouldn’t run out on you, and it
turns out I couldn’t keep that promise for more than a couple of hours. I wish it had been different.”
“Robert, I..I valued your
friendship, but it never could have been more than that.”
“Maybe not. You’ll forgive me if I take the fantasy with
me when I go. I don’t have much else
left.”
Now Daniel looked
away. “Take care, Colonel.”
“You too.”
He hoped that no one would
spell out the probable outcome of this scenario to the scientist. Better to be informed after the fact, or even
to never know at all.
Several hours later, not
long before Makepeace was due to be shipped out, he had another visitor.
“O’Neill. I’m not surprised to see you here.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Come to gloat, maybe?”
“Not gloat, no. You saved my life. I never figured you for the traitor.”
“I’m not a traitor, not
the way I see it. Quite the
opposite. You’re the one who screwed up
a good thing. Remember that when the
Goa’uld are on the doorstep and you’ve got nothing to defend yourselves with
except the ‘goodwill’ of some far away aliens.
You’re the one who’s leaving the planet vulnerable.”
That got a rise out of
O’Neill. “Oh, so you’re the hero, are
you? Wrongfully persecuted for doing the
right thing? You’re the only one who
thinks so. That defense won’t get you
far.”
“O’Neill, don’t think that
I’m going to plead innocent. I’m proud
of what I’ve done but I knew all along that it was against regs. I knew the consequences and felt the risk was
worth it. We got caught and now I have
to take it like a man. You’re not off
the hook yourself. You made some
powerful enemies today. The difference
is that you won’t see them coming when it’s payback time.”
Robert shook his
head. “They asked me if you would be
likely to come over to our position. I
said yes, that you’ve got guts enough to do it.
I should have known that you would never buck the system. I can see now that you’re going to screw
around and blind yourself to what’s really important. Unlike you, I’m open minded enough and brave
enough to go for the brass ring instead of hiding behind the accepted military
mindset. That’s what life is about.”
O’Neill pursed his
lips. “Why do I think we aren’t talking
about alien technology here?”
“Because we aren’t. We’re talking about Daniel Jackson.”
“What about Daniel?”
“Daniel’s the brass
ring. He was for me, but I blew my
shot. The sad thing is that you’re not
even going to take yours.”
“I don’t know what you
mean.”
“No, I don’t guess you
do. I mean that Daniel thinks the sun
rises and sets out of your ass. For some
misguided reason you mean more to him than his own life. I only wish that I had been able to affect
him half as much. That’ll be my revenge,
knowing that you’re letting the best thing you ever had slip away.”
“Are you suggesting Daniel
and I get together?” O’Neill looked
around cautiously.
“There are no microphones
in here, don’t worry. And yes, I’m
saying you should get over whatever hang-ups you have and get a clue. Take Daniel home and love him. Make love to him. Make him happy. That’s what you would do, if you had
the balls.”
“I don’t believe
this. Daniel doesn’t feel that way about
me.”
“Oh, until recently I
would have agreed that he was probably as dense as you are. I think you might find him more receptive now
that he’s had a little taste.”
O’Neill narrowed his eyes
dangerously. “Did you touch Daniel?”
“I didn’t touch him any
way he didn’t want to be touched. If he
responded to me I bet he’d be down on his knees in front of you in no
time. But if you’re too scared to make a
move somebody else will. He’s ripe and
waiting to be plucked. You’re going to
wait too long and someone else will end up with the sweetest piece of them
all.” A wave of sadness passed through
him remembering what he would never have.
The Air Force colonel
stood shaking his head. “I came down
here to ream you out for betraying your country, and you lay this on me. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“What else is there to
talk about? What you call high crimes
against the state I call methodological differences. Not much more to say. I’m just pissed off that you could have what
I want, but you won’t even think about it.
What a waste.”
O’Neill met his eyes. “I will think about it.”
He saw that he may have
inadvertently convinced the other man, or at least opened him to the
possibility, which provoked mixed feelings in Robert. It tore him up to imagine Daniel with someone
else, especially the colonel who had screwed up his life so royally. But Daniel shouldn’t be alone. He should be loved.
He grunted reluctantly,
“Good.”
After a brief silence,
O’Neill turned to leave. At the door he
stopped and looked back. “You know,
Makepeace, you really are a piece of work.”
As epitaphs go, that
wasn’t bad.
End
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