Fic - Stargate SG-1 - Permafrost: Chapter 3: Day 4 - (NC-17) - Slash
Title: Permafrost
Author: milanthruil
Artist: eilidh17
Artist: pattrose
Beta: eilidh17
Genre: Drama
Rating: NC-17
Words: 20,255 (total)
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Janet Frasier, Gen. George Hammond
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: Disturbing images. Language. Hot guys getting naked. (the usual :P)
Summary: Jack and Daniel are on their way home from Thanksgiving with Jack’s folks when the truck breaks down. Stranded on a deserted back road in the middle of nowhere, the two men must survive long enough for search and rescue to find them.
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2
DAY 4
God, it was still freezing.
Daniel squinted his eyes open, hoping that maybe the heat had just gone out in his apartment. Again. He sighed at the sight of the interior of Jack’s truck.
Damn.
Daniel tucked his blanket in closer and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He frowned. A familiar smell lingered in the stuffy air of the truck. Daniel sniffed, scenting the air. There was no mistaking that heady smell.
“Jack, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, still half asleep.
Jack looked up at him from where he was sitting crossways in the driver’s seat. “Making coffee.” He held out a tin camping cup filled with the beverage. Daniel sat up groggily and reached for the cup. Jack handed it to him and watched as he took a sip. The warm liquid slid down Daniel’s throat and settled in his stomach, causing it to gurgle. The coffee wasn’t hot by any stretch of the imagination, but it had been warm enough to at least dissolve the crystals of some Folgers. Well, mostly. But, out here, drinking lukewarm coffee was better than drinking it cold.
“How-?”
“Truck has a cigarette lighter.” Jack shrugged. “I used it to melt some snow in the cup.” He handed Daniel a Chinette plate bearing a slice of turkey and a spoonful of stuffing. Daniel cut off a bite of the turkey with a matching plastic fork and chewed. It was cold, and a little dry, but it was food. “Mind if I?” Jack gestured to the tin cup. “I only have the one.”
Daniel bit his lip but eventually capitulated. “Mmm, no,” Daniel spoke around his mouthful of turkey and passed him the cup. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” Jack sipped the coffee and closed his eyes.
“Turkey?” Daniel asked, offering him the plate.
Jack opened his eyes again. “Nah. I already ate.” He took another sip of coffee and looked Daniel over before he climbed into the back and sat next to him. They sat in silence; Daniel eating his turkey and stuffing for breakfast and Jack staring at his own hands holding the tin cup.
“Jack?”
“Daniel?”
“Jack.” Daniel raised his eyebrows and Jack caved.
“We’re going to have to ration the food,” Jack said conversationally as if they were just sitting on Jack’s couch watching the game and running low on snacks. “You know. Just in case.”
Daniel swallowed hard, having to force the mouthful of stuffing past the lump that had formed in his throat. “Just in case,” he repeated evenly as if this new bit of information wasn’t going to be key to their survival.
“As a precaution,” Jack clarified as he picked at the handle of the cup with his thumbnail. He frowned when the nail snagged on the edge of the metal. Daniel nodded. Suddenly he wasn’t so hungry anymore. He moved the plate to Jack’s lap and wrapped his arms around himself, as much to keep warm as to fend off the feeling of dread that was now trying to encroach on his psyche. “Hey.” Jack held the cup out to him. “We’ll be okay.”
Daniel took the cup from him and swallowed the last bit of coffee. “Yeah.” He tried to coax the last few drops into his mouth but gave up after a while and placed the empty cup on the center console. “I guess it’s just starting to sink in that we’re stuck out here.”
Jack ate the last bites of food that were left on the plate and got up. “Come on, Danny.” He opened the side door and tugged on Daniel’s foot. Daniel flinched away from the cold air. “Let’s go take a walk to keep our blood circulating.”
“But--” Daniel protested.
“Aht.” Jack held up his index finger to stop Daniel’s argument. “But me no ‘buts’.” He yanked Daniel’s blanket away and manhandled him out of the truck.
“Jack!” Daniel stumbled out into the snow with a yelp and turned around to watch Jack close the door.
Jack grabbed him by the arms. “Just a quick walk to ensure our blood doesn’t turn to sludge, and then we’ll get back in the truck and turn the heater on for an hour or two, okay?” Daniel nodded as the cold began to find its way through the layers of his jacket and clothes. They walked in a leisurely circle around the truck for a dozen or so laps before the pressure in Daniel’s bladder became too much to ignore and caused him to deviate from their course and step behind a tree. “Daniel?”
Daniel unbuckled his belt, his cold, gloved fingers fumbling with his button and zipper. “Hafta pee,” he cursed under his breath and used his teeth to pull the glove from his right hand. He finally unfastened his pants, hastily shoving them and his boxers down to his knees before letting loose a stream of urine against the bark of the tree. “God!” He moaned in relief and closed his eyes.
“Feel better?” Jack teased with a cheeky grin as he undid his own belt; his subconscious taking a cue from Daniel.
“Fuck you,” Daniel replied pleasantly through clenched teeth.
Jack shoved his own pants down and situated himself on the other side of the tree. “I asked if you had to go when we passed that rest stop several miles back. How long have you been holding it anyway?” He sighed and frowned when his bladder refused to relieve itself right away.
“That wasn’t a rest stop, Jack, that was a Port-a-Potty on the side of the road. Besides, I don’t recall you going then either,” Daniel finished and tucked himself back into his underwear and pants. “And I went yesterday if you must know. Sometimes you just really have to pee.”
“Well, you’ve certainly been drinking enough liquids since we’ve been stuck out here,” Jack countered and shifted his stance a little.
Daniel scooped up some snow to ‘wash’ his hands with and peeked his head around the tree. “Trouble, Jack?” He smiled innocently.
“No.” Jack let out a triumphant bark of laughter when his bladder finally got with the program. He shot Daniel a pointed look as if to say ‘see?’ and went about his business. Daniel just smiled and shook his head as he walked back to the truck. Jack finished up, ‘washed’ his hands and followed Daniel.
They climbed back into the relative warmth of the vehicle. Jack locked up the truck and started the engine so they could turn on the heat and actually be comfortable. They huddled in their blankets and Daniel continued reading his book to Jack until they both dozed off.
The sounds of something shuffling around outside pulled Daniel from his sleep. At first he’d thought he was hearing things and then he’d thought that it was a patrol of Jaffa until his brain kicked in and he remembered that they weren’t off-world. Besides, Jaffa were usually a little better at ambushes than that. It was nearly pitch black outside, but Daniel could still make out shapes moving around in the dark. Large, fuzzy, blobby shapes. He prodded Jack in the shoulder.
“Jack,” Daniel hissed urgently.
Jack’s eyes snapped open. “Wha’s’wrong?”
Daniel pointed out the windshield with a surprisingly steady finger. “There’s something outside.”
Jack sat up and looked around slowly, listening. He crept toward the front of the truck to get a closer look. “Damn,” he cursed under his breath.
Daniel crawled up beside Jack, his left hip pressing up against Jack’s right ass cheek. “What is it?” he whispered.
Jack glanced back at Daniel. “Bears,” he answered. “Looks like two of ‘em.”
“So what do we do?”
Jack climbed into the driver’s seat, bumping Daniel into the passenger side armrest on his way. “We make noise to scare ‘em off.” He pressed forcefully on the horn. Daniel jumped at the sudden intrusion into the quiet.
The bears turned toward the truck.
“Jack.” Daniel sat back on his haunches. “They’re looking at us.”
“I know, Daniel. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Jack honked the horn again, this time a longer burst.
The bears took a step back, growling at the truck.
Jack kept making loud bursts with the horn and set the emergency lights blinking while Daniel banged on the window closest to him.
One of the bears stood up on its hind legs. He looked agitated.
Jack continued to honk at him. Daniel banged frantically on the window until his hand went numb.
After several heart-stopping minutes of this standoff between them and the bears, each making a deafening racket at each other, the bears backed down and disappeared crankily into the night.
Jack honked for another minute or so until he was sure the coast was clear and then he collapsed back against the seat with a whoosh of breath.
Daniel dragged a hand over his face. “I would be happy to never go through that again.”
Jack barked a laugh and clicked off the emergency lights. “You can say that again.” They sat in the truck, breathing heavily as they waited for the adrenaline in their bodies to run its course. Daniel laid down and covered up with his blanket. Jack made a surprised noise when he realized that they’d left the heater running for the entire time they’d been asleep. He turned off the engine and checked the gauges. “Less than a quarter of a tank left,” he announced as he joined Daniel in the back on the truck again.
“How long do you think that will last?” Daniel asked, staring up at him.
Jack frowned. “Maybe three days?”
“That’s not very long, Jack.”
“No, it’s not,” Jack agreed. “It’ll get cold without any heat, but we do have about three and a half days worth of food. Four if we really ration it. At least that’s something.” He stretched out under his own blanket and rolled onto his side to face Daniel. “Besides, we’re due back at work tomorrow. When we don’t show up, they’ll realize that we’re missing and send a couple teams out to find us.”
“What if they don’t?” Daniel asked quietly, a little surprised at how small his voice sounded. Jack raised an eyebrow. “Find us, I mean,” Daniel clarified.
“Daniel, don’t-” Jack ran his fingers through his hair.
“What if they don’t find us, Jack?” Daniel repeated with more strength in his voice.
“They will,” Jack assured him.
“But what if-”
“They will.” End of discussion. Daniel sighed and they both rolled onto their backs. Too keyed up from the encounter with the bears to be able to fall asleep again. The cold began to seep in. Daniel shivered. And he hoped that Jack was right.
Chapter 4
Author: milanthruil
Artist: eilidh17
Artist: pattrose
Beta: eilidh17
Genre: Drama
Rating: NC-17
Words: 20,255 (total)
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Janet Frasier, Gen. George Hammond
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: Disturbing images. Language. Hot guys getting naked. (the usual :P)
Summary: Jack and Daniel are on their way home from Thanksgiving with Jack’s folks when the truck breaks down. Stranded on a deserted back road in the middle of nowhere, the two men must survive long enough for search and rescue to find them.
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2
DAY 4
God, it was still freezing.
Daniel squinted his eyes open, hoping that maybe the heat had just gone out in his apartment. Again. He sighed at the sight of the interior of Jack’s truck.
Damn.
Daniel tucked his blanket in closer and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He frowned. A familiar smell lingered in the stuffy air of the truck. Daniel sniffed, scenting the air. There was no mistaking that heady smell.
“Jack, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, still half asleep.
Jack looked up at him from where he was sitting crossways in the driver’s seat. “Making coffee.” He held out a tin camping cup filled with the beverage. Daniel sat up groggily and reached for the cup. Jack handed it to him and watched as he took a sip. The warm liquid slid down Daniel’s throat and settled in his stomach, causing it to gurgle. The coffee wasn’t hot by any stretch of the imagination, but it had been warm enough to at least dissolve the crystals of some Folgers. Well, mostly. But, out here, drinking lukewarm coffee was better than drinking it cold.
“How-?”
“Truck has a cigarette lighter.” Jack shrugged. “I used it to melt some snow in the cup.” He handed Daniel a Chinette plate bearing a slice of turkey and a spoonful of stuffing. Daniel cut off a bite of the turkey with a matching plastic fork and chewed. It was cold, and a little dry, but it was food. “Mind if I?” Jack gestured to the tin cup. “I only have the one.”
Daniel bit his lip but eventually capitulated. “Mmm, no,” Daniel spoke around his mouthful of turkey and passed him the cup. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” Jack sipped the coffee and closed his eyes.
“Turkey?” Daniel asked, offering him the plate.
Jack opened his eyes again. “Nah. I already ate.” He took another sip of coffee and looked Daniel over before he climbed into the back and sat next to him. They sat in silence; Daniel eating his turkey and stuffing for breakfast and Jack staring at his own hands holding the tin cup.
“Jack?”
“Daniel?”
“Jack.” Daniel raised his eyebrows and Jack caved.
“We’re going to have to ration the food,” Jack said conversationally as if they were just sitting on Jack’s couch watching the game and running low on snacks. “You know. Just in case.”
Daniel swallowed hard, having to force the mouthful of stuffing past the lump that had formed in his throat. “Just in case,” he repeated evenly as if this new bit of information wasn’t going to be key to their survival.
“As a precaution,” Jack clarified as he picked at the handle of the cup with his thumbnail. He frowned when the nail snagged on the edge of the metal. Daniel nodded. Suddenly he wasn’t so hungry anymore. He moved the plate to Jack’s lap and wrapped his arms around himself, as much to keep warm as to fend off the feeling of dread that was now trying to encroach on his psyche. “Hey.” Jack held the cup out to him. “We’ll be okay.”
Daniel took the cup from him and swallowed the last bit of coffee. “Yeah.” He tried to coax the last few drops into his mouth but gave up after a while and placed the empty cup on the center console. “I guess it’s just starting to sink in that we’re stuck out here.”
Jack ate the last bites of food that were left on the plate and got up. “Come on, Danny.” He opened the side door and tugged on Daniel’s foot. Daniel flinched away from the cold air. “Let’s go take a walk to keep our blood circulating.”
“But--” Daniel protested.
“Aht.” Jack held up his index finger to stop Daniel’s argument. “But me no ‘buts’.” He yanked Daniel’s blanket away and manhandled him out of the truck.
“Jack!” Daniel stumbled out into the snow with a yelp and turned around to watch Jack close the door.
Jack grabbed him by the arms. “Just a quick walk to ensure our blood doesn’t turn to sludge, and then we’ll get back in the truck and turn the heater on for an hour or two, okay?” Daniel nodded as the cold began to find its way through the layers of his jacket and clothes. They walked in a leisurely circle around the truck for a dozen or so laps before the pressure in Daniel’s bladder became too much to ignore and caused him to deviate from their course and step behind a tree. “Daniel?”
Daniel unbuckled his belt, his cold, gloved fingers fumbling with his button and zipper. “Hafta pee,” he cursed under his breath and used his teeth to pull the glove from his right hand. He finally unfastened his pants, hastily shoving them and his boxers down to his knees before letting loose a stream of urine against the bark of the tree. “God!” He moaned in relief and closed his eyes.
“Feel better?” Jack teased with a cheeky grin as he undid his own belt; his subconscious taking a cue from Daniel.
“Fuck you,” Daniel replied pleasantly through clenched teeth.
Jack shoved his own pants down and situated himself on the other side of the tree. “I asked if you had to go when we passed that rest stop several miles back. How long have you been holding it anyway?” He sighed and frowned when his bladder refused to relieve itself right away.
“That wasn’t a rest stop, Jack, that was a Port-a-Potty on the side of the road. Besides, I don’t recall you going then either,” Daniel finished and tucked himself back into his underwear and pants. “And I went yesterday if you must know. Sometimes you just really have to pee.”
“Well, you’ve certainly been drinking enough liquids since we’ve been stuck out here,” Jack countered and shifted his stance a little.
Daniel scooped up some snow to ‘wash’ his hands with and peeked his head around the tree. “Trouble, Jack?” He smiled innocently.
“No.” Jack let out a triumphant bark of laughter when his bladder finally got with the program. He shot Daniel a pointed look as if to say ‘see?’ and went about his business. Daniel just smiled and shook his head as he walked back to the truck. Jack finished up, ‘washed’ his hands and followed Daniel.
They climbed back into the relative warmth of the vehicle. Jack locked up the truck and started the engine so they could turn on the heat and actually be comfortable. They huddled in their blankets and Daniel continued reading his book to Jack until they both dozed off.
The sounds of something shuffling around outside pulled Daniel from his sleep. At first he’d thought he was hearing things and then he’d thought that it was a patrol of Jaffa until his brain kicked in and he remembered that they weren’t off-world. Besides, Jaffa were usually a little better at ambushes than that. It was nearly pitch black outside, but Daniel could still make out shapes moving around in the dark. Large, fuzzy, blobby shapes. He prodded Jack in the shoulder.
“Jack,” Daniel hissed urgently.
Jack’s eyes snapped open. “Wha’s’wrong?”
Daniel pointed out the windshield with a surprisingly steady finger. “There’s something outside.”
Jack sat up and looked around slowly, listening. He crept toward the front of the truck to get a closer look. “Damn,” he cursed under his breath.
Daniel crawled up beside Jack, his left hip pressing up against Jack’s right ass cheek. “What is it?” he whispered.
Jack glanced back at Daniel. “Bears,” he answered. “Looks like two of ‘em.”
“So what do we do?”
Jack climbed into the driver’s seat, bumping Daniel into the passenger side armrest on his way. “We make noise to scare ‘em off.” He pressed forcefully on the horn. Daniel jumped at the sudden intrusion into the quiet.
The bears turned toward the truck.
“Jack.” Daniel sat back on his haunches. “They’re looking at us.”
“I know, Daniel. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Jack honked the horn again, this time a longer burst.
The bears took a step back, growling at the truck.
Jack kept making loud bursts with the horn and set the emergency lights blinking while Daniel banged on the window closest to him.
One of the bears stood up on its hind legs. He looked agitated.
Jack continued to honk at him. Daniel banged frantically on the window until his hand went numb.
After several heart-stopping minutes of this standoff between them and the bears, each making a deafening racket at each other, the bears backed down and disappeared crankily into the night.
Jack honked for another minute or so until he was sure the coast was clear and then he collapsed back against the seat with a whoosh of breath.
Daniel dragged a hand over his face. “I would be happy to never go through that again.”
Jack barked a laugh and clicked off the emergency lights. “You can say that again.” They sat in the truck, breathing heavily as they waited for the adrenaline in their bodies to run its course. Daniel laid down and covered up with his blanket. Jack made a surprised noise when he realized that they’d left the heater running for the entire time they’d been asleep. He turned off the engine and checked the gauges. “Less than a quarter of a tank left,” he announced as he joined Daniel in the back on the truck again.
“How long do you think that will last?” Daniel asked, staring up at him.
Jack frowned. “Maybe three days?”
“That’s not very long, Jack.”
“No, it’s not,” Jack agreed. “It’ll get cold without any heat, but we do have about three and a half days worth of food. Four if we really ration it. At least that’s something.” He stretched out under his own blanket and rolled onto his side to face Daniel. “Besides, we’re due back at work tomorrow. When we don’t show up, they’ll realize that we’re missing and send a couple teams out to find us.”
“What if they don’t?” Daniel asked quietly, a little surprised at how small his voice sounded. Jack raised an eyebrow. “Find us, I mean,” Daniel clarified.
“Daniel, don’t-” Jack ran his fingers through his hair.
“What if they don’t find us, Jack?” Daniel repeated with more strength in his voice.
“They will,” Jack assured him.
“But what if-”
“They will.” End of discussion. Daniel sighed and they both rolled onto their backs. Too keyed up from the encounter with the bears to be able to fall asleep again. The cold began to seep in. Daniel shivered. And he hoped that Jack was right.
Chapter 4