Comments | atlantis_tng: Day 54, noon-ish; mess hall; attn: Ian, Peter, Elizabeth [f]

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Day 54, noon-ish; mess hall; attn: Ian, Peter, Elizabeth [f]

Oct 19, 2009 11:41

Jack had spent the morning alternately dozing and surfing the Atlantis servers, looking at the various movies that hadn't yet been properly labelled and categorised. He could at least feel somewhat useful, he supposed, and started watching, giving actual titles to files with names like 10938593.avi.

( He'd run across a small stash of gay porn )

character: ian dixon, time: afternoon, character: jack jackson, character: elizabeth weir, character: peter grodin, location: mess hall, day 54

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dr_liz_weir October 25 2009, 21:13:22 UTC

Elizabeth knew what had happened to Jack, and had a good guess what was happening. She crouched down at Peter's side, looking Jackson over to ascertain whether he might have accidentally hurt himself as she called the infirmary.

"This is Dr Weir," she said to the first person who answered her call. "We need medical personnel and a gurney in the mess hall, immediately. Preferably with someone familiar with Airman Jackson's case."

jahjackson October 26 2009, 12:32:41 UTC

The scene changed abruptly, as if part of a scene had been cut from a movie and the film badly spliced together.

The woman was writhing beneath him once again, someone behind him, thrusting deep and hard.

"Is there anything I may do?" Dran asked, approaching the fallen man and those near him.

"No," Jack whimpered, breath coming in tearing gasps now.

dr_pete_g October 26 2009, 22:37:34 UTC

Peter could tell that for whatever reason the woman's presence seemed to further upset Jackson. "I think we'll be fine, thank you anyway," he said to the Athosian trying to stay polite.

dr_kate_74 October 26 2009, 22:57:35 UTC

Kate left Radek's and quickly made her way to the mess hall. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to find, but for now she was the 'go to' person.

Entering the mess, she easily spotted Jackson lying on the floor with Elizabeth and Grodin crouched beside him. "Can we get some more room please," she asked those folks standing near the trio. Keeping some distance and not touching him, Kate said, "Jack, its Kate Heightmeyer. I need you to slow your breathing down. I want you to focus on," she thought for a moment, "fishing. The sounds, the smells. All about fishing."

jahjackson October 26 2009, 23:28:16 UTC

The scents of leather and smoke receded slightly and then someone was talking to him. Fishing. Think about fishing.

He thought of his cabin-- well, the other Jack's cabin-- back on Earth. The glint of light on the water, the taste of beer, the scents of fresh air and grass and sunshine, the sounds of laughing voices-- Daniel, Sam, Teal'c. Then he remembered his fishing trip with Carson, the sound of the stream, Carson's brogue, the flash of the fish as they reeled them in.