Fic: "N Is For Nightmares", Gen, Rated: PG
Title: "N Is For Nightmares"
Author:
magnavox_23
Character/Pairing: Jack, Ba'al
Rating: PG
Written for sg_fignewton's 'Offworld' Alphabet Soup.
Ba’al leads Jack to his Stargate. Its event horizon ripples against a not existent wind. The blueish surface is an illusion, but it calls to him.
I am escape, I am freedom.
But it’s not.
Ba’al’s Jaffa goons force him up the steps, and he is not sure whether to struggle. What is the point anymore? Ba’al offers him endless death, the Stargate offers him endless life. Not so different from Daniel’s ascension then, and about as useful.
Jack is shoved through the Stargate, mock perpetual motion. He is ripped apart and flung across the galaxy, only to be thrown back together… metres above another active gate. He falls. This gate tears at him again, as does the next. An endless loop. It makes no sense, time fails to intervene to snuff the bright blue horizon. Gravity is his only constant in his short states of being. He falls. Forever.
Jack throws back the covers and gets up from his sweat soaked bed. He stands in the dark, upright. Next time the nightmare comes, he is dragging Ba’al through the gate with him.
Author:
magnavox_23
Character/Pairing: Jack, Ba'al
Rating: PG
Written for sg_fignewton's 'Offworld' Alphabet Soup.
Ba’al leads Jack to his Stargate. Its event horizon ripples against a not existent wind. The blueish surface is an illusion, but it calls to him.
I am escape, I am freedom.
But it’s not.
Ba’al’s Jaffa goons force him up the steps, and he is not sure whether to struggle. What is the point anymore? Ba’al offers him endless death, the Stargate offers him endless life. Not so different from Daniel’s ascension then, and about as useful.
Jack is shoved through the Stargate, mock perpetual motion. He is ripped apart and flung across the galaxy, only to be thrown back together… metres above another active gate. He falls. This gate tears at him again, as does the next. An endless loop. It makes no sense, time fails to intervene to snuff the bright blue horizon. Gravity is his only constant in his short states of being. He falls. Forever.
Jack throws back the covers and gets up from his sweat soaked bed. He stands in the dark, upright. Next time the nightmare comes, he is dragging Ba’al through the gate with him.