33 Apocalypse Ave. -- or is it Ba'al's fortress?!?!?, Saturday Morning
Jack slowly regained consciousness. "Where... Where am I?" he asked.
Ba'al's face swam into his field of vision with a smirk. "Guess."
Jack looked around to see an all-too-familiar torture chamber, where Ba'al had repeatedly tortured him to death -- LITERALLY to death -- and then brought him back to life again. "NO! I escaped from here! And you're dead! What's going on?!?!? What happened to Fandom?!?!?"
"There IS no Fandom," Ba'al told him evilly. "And no Atlantis, and no general's stars on your uniform. "You never escaped. You've been here the whole time. You were trapped in a fantasy of your own making, and now you're finally waking up. I tortured all the USEFUL information out of you MONTHS ago, and now you are nothing but a plaything."
"NO!!!" Jack shouted. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
"Search your feelings, O'Neill," Ba'al said, as he pulled out a pair of wicked-looking knives. "You know it to be true."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Jack sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. "Oh, thank goodness, it was just a dream," he panted. "But it felt so real..."
Then he realized that he was sitting in a bathtub full of ice, and that taped to the wall in front of him was a note that said "CALL 911". Nervously, he looked down -- and realized that someone had cut out his kidneys and sold them on the black market, and he was going to die soon. And his phone was out of batteries.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Ba'al's face swam into his field of vision with a smirk. "Guess."
Jack looked around to see an all-too-familiar torture chamber, where Ba'al had repeatedly tortured him to death -- LITERALLY to death -- and then brought him back to life again. "NO! I escaped from here! And you're dead! What's going on?!?!? What happened to Fandom?!?!?"
"There IS no Fandom," Ba'al told him evilly. "And no Atlantis, and no general's stars on your uniform. "You never escaped. You've been here the whole time. You were trapped in a fantasy of your own making, and now you're finally waking up. I tortured all the USEFUL information out of you MONTHS ago, and now you are nothing but a plaything."
"NO!!!" Jack shouted. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
"Search your feelings, O'Neill," Ba'al said, as he pulled out a pair of wicked-looking knives. "You know it to be true."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Jack sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. "Oh, thank goodness, it was just a dream," he panted. "But it felt so real..."
Then he realized that he was sitting in a bathtub full of ice, and that taped to the wall in front of him was a note that said "CALL 911". Nervously, he looked down -- and realized that someone had cut out his kidneys and sold them on the black market, and he was going to die soon. And his phone was out of batteries.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"