Fic - Stargate SG-1 - Permafrost: Chapter2: Day 2 - (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
DAY 2
The first thing Daniel became aware of when he woke was the overwhelming cold that permeated the thin shield of his blanket. He instinctively curled into a fetal position and burrowed farther into the meager warmth.
“Hey,” Jack’s voice roused him gently.
“Mmph.” Daniel squeezed his eyelids together before peeking them open. He was still huddled up next to the warmth of Jack’s body. “Hey.” When Daniel finally replied, his voice was hoarse with sleep and sounded much too loud in the stillness surrounding them.
“How’re you doing?” Jack asked.
Daniel blinked at him. Had Jack really asked him that? “Are you ser- ‘how am I d-’? I’m fucking freezing is how I’m doing.”
“Touchy,” Jack muttered under his breath.
Daniel pulled the blanket over his head in lieu of directing a rather rude gesture at Jack. “Piss off,” he grumbled from the safety of his cocoon. It was too cold to be awake.
Jack disentangled himself from Daniel and rummaged through the glove box. Daniel immediately regretted his attitude and wished Jack would join him again, if only for the heat. Jack had obviously procured what he was looking for because he then got out of the truck. Daniel heard him walk around for a few minutes, scraping ice and snow from the windows, before brushing the snow from the hood of the truck and spreading out something papery. Probably the map, he figured. The truck shifted when Jack leaned against it heavily.
“That can’t be right.” Jack’s voice was muffled, but Daniel heard the annoyance in his tone clearly.
Daniel’s morbid sense of curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he dragged his blanket outside with him to peer over Jack’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, the road forks up ahead there, but the road to the bed and breakfast doesn’t.” Jack pointed at the map. “Daniel, I don’t think that this road is on this map.”
“What do you mean ‘not on the map’?” Daniel asked stupidly, furrowing his brow as his brain processed the alarming new information.
“What do you think I mean? I mean the damned road isn’t on the damned map and I have no idea where the hell we’re at,” Jack snapped.
Daniel stared at the map for a minute. “I could call 911 or the SGC and have them track my phone.” Why he hadn’t thought of that sooner, he didn’t know.
“Do it.” Jack watched as Daniel opened the truck and fished his phone out of a cup holder.
Daniel opened his phone and tried the call with no success. Frowning, he checked the display. Nothing. He snapped the phone closed. “Damn. No signal.”
“Looks like we’re stuck until someone comes by.” Jack began folding up the map.
“Yeah? When do you think that will be, Jack? Cause it seems like so many people come through here,” Daniel snapped and gestured to the expanse of wilderness around them, the blanket slipping from one shoulder. The snow was pristine aside from the now partially filled in tire tracks and their footprints next to the truck. Once Daniel had stopped talking, the only sounds were those of snow falling out of the nearby tree branches. Daniel pointed at the trees as if to make his point and then stalked back to the truck. He found his duffle in the front seat and pulled out his jacket. It wasn’t a true winter coat, but it was wool and it was better than freezing to death. He dropped his blanket to the front seat and pulled on the black wool peacoat, grateful for another layer against the cold.
“Daniel-” Jack began pissily, but thought better of it and bit down on his tongue to keep from lashing out any more than he already had.
Daniel climbed into the truck, knocking the snow from his shoes before pulling them off and putting on a second pair of socks. He stuffed his feet back into his shoes to help keep his toes warm. Jack climbed in as well, grabbing a pair of folded socks from his own duffle and running his thumbs over the knit material instead of putting them on right away. Another detail where they differed. Jack folded his socks in tidy little stacks while Daniel rolled his into balls. The urge to laugh caught Daniel off guard. There they were; stranded in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold and Daniel was getting philosophical about socks.
Jack frowned. “Look, Daniel.” He sighed. “I think we can both agree that this situation blows.”
“Understatement,” Daniel muttered and snatched a paperback from his duffle.
He could tell Jack was biting back whatever barb he’d been about to lash out at him with as he unlaced his shoes. “The fact is we’re stuck and there’s not a lot we can do about it.” He separated his socks and pulled off his shoes. They both reflexively wrinkled their noses against a foot stink that seemed disinclined to appear. “Worst case scenario, when we don’t show up for work on Monday they’ll send someone out to search for us.”
Daniel frowned. “Three days?” He didn’t like the sound of this.
“Minimum.” Jack stuck his feet into his socks and adjusted them so both layers sat comfortably. Daniel closed the passenger door and climbed into the back of the cab with his blanket and his book. Jack closed his own door and joined him in sitting on the floor, passing Daniel a bottle of water from the cooler. Daniel got as comfortable as he could and opened his book to the first chapter. Jack bumped him with his elbow. “We’ve been in worse situations, Danny. We’ll get out of this one.”
“I know. It just sucks.” Daniel scooted a little closer and, at a prompt from Jack, began to read the book aloud.
Chapter 3
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
DAY 2
The first thing Daniel became aware of when he woke was the overwhelming cold that permeated the thin shield of his blanket. He instinctively curled into a fetal position and burrowed farther into the meager warmth.
“Hey,” Jack’s voice roused him gently.
“Mmph.” Daniel squeezed his eyelids together before peeking them open. He was still huddled up next to the warmth of Jack’s body. “Hey.” When Daniel finally replied, his voice was hoarse with sleep and sounded much too loud in the stillness surrounding them.
“How’re you doing?” Jack asked.
Daniel blinked at him. Had Jack really asked him that? “Are you ser- ‘how am I d-’? I’m fucking freezing is how I’m doing.”
“Touchy,” Jack muttered under his breath.
Daniel pulled the blanket over his head in lieu of directing a rather rude gesture at Jack. “Piss off,” he grumbled from the safety of his cocoon. It was too cold to be awake.
Jack disentangled himself from Daniel and rummaged through the glove box. Daniel immediately regretted his attitude and wished Jack would join him again, if only for the heat. Jack had obviously procured what he was looking for because he then got out of the truck. Daniel heard him walk around for a few minutes, scraping ice and snow from the windows, before brushing the snow from the hood of the truck and spreading out something papery. Probably the map, he figured. The truck shifted when Jack leaned against it heavily.
“That can’t be right.” Jack’s voice was muffled, but Daniel heard the annoyance in his tone clearly.
Daniel’s morbid sense of curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he dragged his blanket outside with him to peer over Jack’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, the road forks up ahead there, but the road to the bed and breakfast doesn’t.” Jack pointed at the map. “Daniel, I don’t think that this road is on this map.”
“What do you mean ‘not on the map’?” Daniel asked stupidly, furrowing his brow as his brain processed the alarming new information.
“What do you think I mean? I mean the damned road isn’t on the damned map and I have no idea where the hell we’re at,” Jack snapped.
Daniel stared at the map for a minute. “I could call 911 or the SGC and have them track my phone.” Why he hadn’t thought of that sooner, he didn’t know.
“Do it.” Jack watched as Daniel opened the truck and fished his phone out of a cup holder.
Daniel opened his phone and tried the call with no success. Frowning, he checked the display. Nothing. He snapped the phone closed. “Damn. No signal.”
“Looks like we’re stuck until someone comes by.” Jack began folding up the map.
“Yeah? When do you think that will be, Jack? Cause it seems like so many people come through here,” Daniel snapped and gestured to the expanse of wilderness around them, the blanket slipping from one shoulder. The snow was pristine aside from the now partially filled in tire tracks and their footprints next to the truck. Once Daniel had stopped talking, the only sounds were those of snow falling out of the nearby tree branches. Daniel pointed at the trees as if to make his point and then stalked back to the truck. He found his duffle in the front seat and pulled out his jacket. It wasn’t a true winter coat, but it was wool and it was better than freezing to death. He dropped his blanket to the front seat and pulled on the black wool peacoat, grateful for another layer against the cold.
“Daniel-” Jack began pissily, but thought better of it and bit down on his tongue to keep from lashing out any more than he already had.
Daniel climbed into the truck, knocking the snow from his shoes before pulling them off and putting on a second pair of socks. He stuffed his feet back into his shoes to help keep his toes warm. Jack climbed in as well, grabbing a pair of folded socks from his own duffle and running his thumbs over the knit material instead of putting them on right away. Another detail where they differed. Jack folded his socks in tidy little stacks while Daniel rolled his into balls. The urge to laugh caught Daniel off guard. There they were; stranded in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold and Daniel was getting philosophical about socks.
Jack frowned. “Look, Daniel.” He sighed. “I think we can both agree that this situation blows.”
“Understatement,” Daniel muttered and snatched a paperback from his duffle.
He could tell Jack was biting back whatever barb he’d been about to lash out at him with as he unlaced his shoes. “The fact is we’re stuck and there’s not a lot we can do about it.” He separated his socks and pulled off his shoes. They both reflexively wrinkled their noses against a foot stink that seemed disinclined to appear. “Worst case scenario, when we don’t show up for work on Monday they’ll send someone out to search for us.”
Daniel frowned. “Three days?” He didn’t like the sound of this.
“Minimum.” Jack stuck his feet into his socks and adjusted them so both layers sat comfortably. Daniel closed the passenger door and climbed into the back of the cab with his blanket and his book. Jack closed his own door and joined him in sitting on the floor, passing Daniel a bottle of water from the cooler. Daniel got as comfortable as he could and opened his book to the first chapter. Jack bumped him with his elbow. “We’ve been in worse situations, Danny. We’ll get out of this one.”
“I know. It just sucks.” Daniel scooted a little closer and, at a prompt from Jack, began to read the book aloud.
Chapter 3