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New Fic: Redux Deux by Denny J

Written in honor of Eilidh17, who is celebrating her birthday!
Title:  Redux Deux
Author:  DennyJ
Category:  Gen, Friendship (those with slash glasses can view it just fine, too)
Season:  Post-Continuum
Rated:  PG
Word count:  2276
Thanks to gategremlyn for the beta and suggestions.

Redux Deux
By Denny J


“No?  You won’t even consider it?”

“I already have, and the answer is ‘no.’”

“At least take some time to think it over.”

“Time is one thing I don’t think I have.”

“I was thinking a few seconds.”

“Seconds?  That’s all you think I have?  I was kinda hoping for minutes.”

“I mean, take a few seconds to think about it.”

“Oh.  Well, consider it… considered.”



“C’mon, Daniel.  What other options do you have?”

“Well, we could both get up and walk out of here, or you could carry me out, or I could carry you—“


“Hey, you asked for options.”

“I meant ones that were actually possible.”

“Look, I appreciate the effort, Jack, but we both know we’re not going anywhere.”

“Hence my suggestion that you consider all options.”

“And as I’ve said before, ascension isn’t an option.  I don’t think I’d be welcomed back into the fold, even if I wanted it, which I don’t.”

“You’d rather be dead?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’d be trying anything I could at this point, including going glowy.”

Daniel didn’t reply, but instead, grimaced in pain.

Jack stifled a groan as he shifted his swollen ankle to check on Daniel’s wound.  “Worse?”

“Well, it’s not… better.”  Daniel squeezed his eyes shut as Jack lifted the blood-soaked makeshift bandage and checked the injury on Daniel’s chest.  Still bleeding.


“Must have a… an anti-coagulant… in it.”

Jack grabbed his pant leg and worked the fabric until it ripped.  He continued to pull, tearing it all the way to his knee.  He worked on another tear and eventually had a rectangular piece of Air Force issue pant fabric to use as a compress.  His white dress shirt had already been sacrificed to try and stem the blood flow from Daniel’s wound, as had Daniel’s shirt. 

“Keep it up… and you’ll end up naked.”

“You’re awfully cheeky for someone who’s… uh…”

“It’s okay, Jack, you can say it.  Dying.”

“Sorry, but I’m not ready to say it just yet.”

Daniel hissed as Jack placed the fresh piece of fabric against the hole in his chest and applied pressure. Somewhere inside was the bullet/projectile/piece of whatever that had been fired by the dissidents they hadn’t even known existed on this planet.

“They were afraid… we wouldn’t ratify the treaty if… if we knew about the opposition to it.”

How did Daniel always know what he was thinking?  Years of working together, that’s how.  It didn’t matter that it had been years since he’d led SG-1, he and Daniel were still in sync.  It was too bad his instincts for detecting trouble were rusty.

“You couldn’t have known.  There was nothing… you could do.”

“Will you stop that?”

Daniel snorted, then groaned again.

“Here,” Jack said, folding up his jacket.  He carefully lifted Daniel’s head and placed it underneath.  “Better?”

“Gonna get… blood… all over your medals.”

“I knew they’d be good for something one of these days.”

“So much for an uneventful… offworld trip, huh?”  Daniel’s breathing was shallower, more labored.

“Yeah.  Tell me again why I came on this mission?”

“You missed… going through… the Stargate.  And the Arvolians wanted… a high-ranking… official… in attendance at the… treaty signing.”

“Right.”  He had missed going through the ‘gate.  So when Daniel told him the rest of SG-1 was unavailable—Sam was working on an important project, Teal’c was visiting Ry’ac, Cam was conducting some training sessions, and Vala was sidelined with a bad cold—he’d jumped at the chance to accompany his friend and SG-3 on a diplomatic mission.  Just like old times.  Too bad he’d forgotten how many of those old times involved being shot at.

Daniel was attending the signing because he’d written the treaty.  Unfortunately, no one had been told that there was an opposition group protesting any alliance with ‘demons’ who had come through the ‘gate.  That was, until they’d crashed the signing party and all hell had broken loose.  Shots were fired on both sides and the usual Jackson luck meant that Daniel had been hit.  And Jack had sprained—more likely fractured—his ankle falling into a creek bed after their escape from the capitol building.  Now they were stuck at the bottom of said creek bed in the middle of the forest that lay between the city and the Stargate.

Jack had no idea where SG-3 was; he hoped they were still alive.  But it was going on two hours and they hadn’t seen a soul in the area.  He’d tried to walk, to climb the steep side of the creek bed to go for help, but his ankle wouldn’t take any weight.

So here they sat, or lay, in Daniel’s case.  All they could do was wait for someone to come by and hope they were friendly and not part of the opposition.  All he could do was make Daniel as comfortable as possible and continue to try to stem the bleeding.

But with each passing minute, it became clearer and clearer to Jack that he was losing Daniel.  The bullet must have hit something vital, or Daniel was right and there was some anti-coagulant in it.  Or possibly, poison.  Didn’t matter—whichever it was, it would take his friend’s life unless he got help.

He touched the swollen tissue around his ankle and winced.  If he couldn’t stand, he’d crawl.  He was Daniel’s only chance.


Pain-filled blue eyes stared up at him.

“I’m not going to sit by and watch you die.”

“I’d rather… you were here… with me.  Don’t… want to be… alone.”

“Stubborn pain-in-the—“


Jack shook his head and smiled.  “So, ready to consider my suggestion?”


“Why not?  What have you got to lose?”

“Been there… done that… no t-shirt.”

“Wouldn’t it be better than the alternative?”

“Don’t know.  Never tried… the… alternative.”

“I don’t recommend it.”

“Experienced, are you?”

“I’ve heard it’s rather… permanent.”

“Rumors, lies, and… fairytales?”

“So you’ve found religion?”  Jack knew the answer—they’d had this conversation before.  But a talkative Daniel was a distracted Daniel.

“Not… religious.  Just… open to the… possibilities.”

And that was Daniel in a nutshell.  Always open to the possibilities.  Even after all these years, years of fighting the Goa’uld, the Ori, and various other galactic bad guys, Daniel was still eager to meet new people, make new alliances, and explore the galaxy.  With the defeat of the Ori, he’d actually had more time to do what he loved.  How ironic that he’d survived all that only to be cut down on what was supposed to be a peaceful planet.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.  He’d always envisioned retiring to a cabin in Minnesota, fishing, boating, and chess—with Daniel.  He’d waited too long to retire; should have done it after that snake extraction thing with Ba’al.  Things had always felt… off… after that.  Now, he was lying in a ditch on some far-flung planet, and Daniel was dying.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Stop it.  Don’t try to make me feel better.  You’re the one who’s dying, dammit.”

“Not… your fault.”

“Doesn’t matter whose fault it is, it’s the same result.”

“Sorry.”  The word was almost a whisper.

Jack shook his head in exasperation.  A small smile softened the pain lines on Daniel’s face.  Jack scooted closer and rested his hand on Daniel’s arm.  Clear blue eyes held his gaze.

“Carter’s gonna be pissed at you.”


“Not to mention Teal’c and Mitchell.”

“And… Vala.  Hate to be… the one… to tell her.”

Jack glared at his friend, who managed to look smug.  He was also pale and the hair framing his face was damp with sweat.

“I think I’ll let Cam do the honors.”

Daniel smiled again as his eyes slid shut.  Jack could feel minute tremors under the hand resting on Daniel’s arm.  His gut clenched.  He briefly eyed the steep wall of the trench, even though he knew he’d never make it out.

Daniel reached over and rested his hand on top of Jack’s.  “Thank you,” he said softly, eyes still closed.  “Gonna miss… this.”

“Then fight it.”  Jack’s words were insistent, pleading.

“H… how?”

“You’ve ascended before—twice!  You know what they say: third time’s a charm.”

Daniel opened his eyes and squinted up at Jack.  “Why… why are you pushing… for this?  You… you’ve… always been… against it.”

“For me, maybe, but you’re an expert.  It should be a piece of cake for you—go glowy, then get kicked out—”

“I didn’t get… kicked out, I—”

“All right, all right.  Ascend, then turn around and come back—descend—whatever you want to call it.”

“Besides… there’s no one… to—”  Daniel gasped, the sharp intake of breath cutting off anything else he was going to say.  He slammed his eyes shut, his forehead creasing in pain.

“Hang on, Daniel,” Jack ordered, grasping Daniel’s hand with both of his.

“T… try… ing.”

Daniel squeezed his hand once, weakly, and lifted his eyelids so that a sliver of blue was all that was showing.  “Th… thank… you.”

“No.”  Jack’s gut churned.  “Don’t you dare give up!”  He pulled Daniel’s head forward onto his shoulder and cradled it there.  Soft puffs of warm air tickled his neck, each one spaced farther and farther apart.  Once, twice, three times….

Everything stilled.  The birds went silent, the breeze died away, and the body in his arms ceased to move.

He waited, expectantly, for something to happen.  For a bright light, for the flesh and blood pressed against him to dissolve into nothingness.  But it didn’t.

“Ascend, you stubborn son-of-bitch!”

He clenched his jaw, fighting back tears.  This was wrong.  There had to be something—someone…

“Oma! Don’t let this happen!”

Silence hung like a blanket over the forest.  Had he really expected her to show?  She was probably still duking it out with Anubis.  And Morgan?  Battling with Adria, so yelling at her was pointless.  Surely there was someone among the Ascended who was willing to help Daniel.

“Skarra! I know you can hear me.  This is Daniel, your brother, for cryin’ out loud!  Ya gotta help him!”

Jack looked up at the sky as though waiting for someone to appear.  “You guys owe him—how can you just stand by and let him die?”

The stillness remained unbroken.

“You ungrateful sons-of-bitches!  We saved your glowy butts from the Ori.  You know that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Daniel.”

He rested his cheek against the soft hair that still held the scent that was distinctly Daniel.  He wanted to scream, to punch something, but none of it would do any good.
Anger was pushed aside in favor of grief and regret.

“Don’t get me wrong.  I’m in no hurry to get rid of him.  I kinda thought we’d grow old and cranky together.”  His voice softened as he continued to hold Daniel close, lips hovering close to his friend’s ear.  “Who else is gonna help me with the crosswords or bore me with long speeches about fascinating ancient cultures? But ya know what?  Knowing he’s off exploring the universe is infinitely better than knowing he’s dead.”

Jack lifted his head and looked skyward again.  “Hasn’t he proven he’s worthy?  Hasn’t he earned another chance?”

The birds remained silent.  The sun shone and a light breeze ruffled the yellow leaves overhead, sending them fluttering down like drops of gold.  Jack rested his head against Daniel’s and held on tightly.  His throat tightened and his eyes burned.

He sat like that for uncounted minutes until warmth blossomed deep in his chest and slowly spread through his arms and out to his fingers.   A soft puff of air brushed his neck, then another.  Jack pulled back, supporting Daniel’s head with both hands.  Eyelashes fluttered, then drifted open.



A sharp bark of laughter burst from Jack’s throat, and he shook his head.  “Un-freaking-believable!”

Daniel’s brow wrinkled in confusion.  “What… happened?”

“Oh, just the usual.  You got injured, died, and came back.  And scared the crap out of me in the process.”


“Aht! Don’t say it.”


“Don’t know, don’t care.  You’re alive—that’s all that matters.”

Jack pulled Daniel into a hug, savoring the feel of muscles that moved and breath that once again warmed his neck.  Daniel didn’t pull away, seeming to sense that something momentous had just taken place.

“General O’Neill?”

Startled, Jack’s head swiveled in the direction of the voice.

“Reynolds?  Where the hell have you been?”

“Kind of a long story, sir.”  Reynolds stood at the top of the embankment, P-90 in hand.

“Then save it.  Just get us out of here.”

“Working on it,” Reynolds replied, carefully descending the embankment.  “Are you okay?”

“Do we look okay?”


He sighed and turned to face Daniel again.  Intense blue eyes stared back.  Alive.  Not dead.  Definitely okay.

Reynolds walked up next to them and Jack looked up.   “Sorry,” he said.  “Nothing life-threatening—well, not now anyway—but we might need some help gettin’ back to the gate.”

“I’ll call the med team.  They should be here in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” Jack said.

“Jack?  What really happened?”

He returned his gaze to Daniel, still finding it hard to believe that only moments ago he was ready to say goodbye to his friend.  How many times over the years had they presumed he was dead?  You’d think he’d learn by now.  He couldn’t help smiling.


“Let’s just say that you’ve got friends in high places and I’d make a pretty damn good salesman.”

The End



( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 27th, 2014 11:05 pm (UTC)
SQUEEEEEEE! I love my pressie *hugs you*

And who better to save Daniel than the one person who wants him the most! This was Jack. No one else. Just Jack. He needs to start bonding with his ancestors a bit more hehe.

So, Jack has the ability to heal, Daniel had the ability to move objects with his mind... hmmm.... I can see a bunny hopping by!

Love love love my story <3
Oct. 28th, 2014 05:48 pm (UTC)
So happy you liked it! :-)
Oct. 28th, 2014 12:31 am (UTC)
Aw, this is a terrific story. Kinda like the idea that love for a friend can save them
Oct. 28th, 2014 05:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Annie! Glad you enjoyed it.
Oct. 28th, 2014 12:52 am (UTC)
Awesome! You should have birthdays more often. :-D
Oct. 28th, 2014 05:49 pm (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed it!
Oct. 28th, 2014 08:37 am (UTC)
Made me cry, and THAT is the sign of a good story!
Oct. 28th, 2014 05:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! Crying can be a good thing. ;-)
Oct. 28th, 2014 08:43 am (UTC)
Oh an emotional rollercoaster for a one scene fic. Like Cheryl I immediately thought Jack was the one who healed him, because screw the universe and its meanness, they need each other! *g*
Oct. 28th, 2014 05:51 pm (UTC)
Jack and Daniel against the universe! I think I know who'll win. ;-) Thanks, Mags!
Nov. 2nd, 2014 09:58 am (UTC)
Oh, what a wonderful story. Like Annie I love the thought that Jack's love saved him.

Edited at 2014-11-02 09:58 am (UTC)
Nov. 4th, 2014 12:56 am (UTC)
Thank you! It is a nice thought, isn't it? :-)
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