Delta vignette III
Another Delta vignette :)
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He went to the small, unused office that was as far away from the executive offices as you could get and still be in the building. Shutting the door behind him he stepped over to the framed print on the wall and ran his hand along the top part of the frame. The little biometric scanner recognized him and with a click the painting swung aside on hinges exposing a small safe.
No one in the company knew this safe existed. He, well, one of his brethren, had installed it himself in this broom closet of an office. He went carefully step by step through all of the security measures, one misstep would be disastrous, both for him and the contents of the safe. Finally it was open; its contents exposed.
There were several file folders on the bottom that he ignored; he had their contents committed to memory. It was the things in the back that he was interested in, a data crystal and a sealed glass vial.
JD had destroyed the physical cloning technology hidden at FMI, but the information to recreate it was safely contained in the crystal in the safe. Not that he would use it again for himself. It was unnecessary to have multiple versions of himself running around in the grand scheme at this point. But as he took out the glass vial and held it up to the light regarding its contents thoughtfully, the reality of its contents hit him and he was tempted for just a moment to recreate the cloning facility.
The contents of the vial had been carefully preserved. He could see bits of skin floating in the thick clear liquid. They floated in and around a tangled mass of long hair that had been unceremoniously crammed into the vial along with the skin scrapings.
He frowned knowing how those bits of skin and hair were collected. He could see in his mind's eye one of his brethren digging his nails into JD's hips as he fucked him. Gouging and scraping and marring that perfect skin. He could picture a hand mirroring his own wrapped in JD's hair. Pulling and twisting, adding pain and dominance to the coupling. As he looked at the contents of the vial he felt a rare flash of emotion. His frown increased as he realized what that emotion was. It was jealousy. Pure and simple. And it was tinged with a white-hot rage.
He knew his brethren all had their turns with JD. Fucking him had been a given from the first moment JD walked through their door. They wanted to break him, to try and get deep into his mind as they drilled into his body. They had wanted to remind JD what had been done to O'Neill and bring those memories to the surface in an effort to keep him off balance. His brethren had wanted to either fuck JD into submission or into revealing himself.
He, on the other hand, had fucked JD to know him and to try and get past his walls. He may have topped JD and taken him without quarter, but he never purposely hurt him. And now, staring at the vial and seeing the evidence that his brethren had, he was filled with a jealousy fury.
In his long span of memories he had had several lo'taurs that he had become attached to. He would not say that he had fallen in love with them because that was a truly useless emotion, but he had been rather fond of them. As he turned the vial causing the contents to swirl in the light, he realized that JD had been added to that short list in his mind. And although JD was never actually his lo'taur, he was oddly fond of JD and, even more importantly, in his own way he respected JD.
He was not one to willingly share what was his, even with his brethren. He had known intellectually that JD was being taken and he had heard the lurid details of their encounters from his brethren. But it was the vial in his hand that made it real in his mind and made him seethe with anger. How dare they touch what was his. He laughed out loud at the thought, knowing all of the brethren had probably felt that same possessiveness to some degree. Some things were innate.
There was a sweet satisfaction in knowing his brethren were dead. It dissipated his anger. With a final shake of the vial, he closed the safe and hid it once again, leaving all its contents inside save the vial. The vial he wrapped in a sheet of bubble wrap and placed it in a padded overnight mailing envelope with an Austin address. The note he enclosed was simple and unsigned, "Not my doing."
He was giving up his opportunity to have his own JD. He knew that given time he could have found away around the Asgard DNA safeguards and reproduced a mirror image of JD all for himself. Perhaps one that would look at him with desire instead of hate. But he had learned the hard way that not all clones are created equal. And though his copy of JD would look like JD, it wouldn't be JD.
He tucked the envelope under his arm and left the building. He walked the streets of Seattle for long while before finding himself in front of a FedEx box on a quiet street corner. He hesitated only a heartbeat before dropping it in to be picked up later in the day. He wondered briefly as he walked away what JD's expression would be when he opened it.
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the end
This is an homage to synecdochic's A Howling In The Factory Yard
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He went to the small, unused office that was as far away from the executive offices as you could get and still be in the building. Shutting the door behind him he stepped over to the framed print on the wall and ran his hand along the top part of the frame. The little biometric scanner recognized him and with a click the painting swung aside on hinges exposing a small safe.
No one in the company knew this safe existed. He, well, one of his brethren, had installed it himself in this broom closet of an office. He went carefully step by step through all of the security measures, one misstep would be disastrous, both for him and the contents of the safe. Finally it was open; its contents exposed.
There were several file folders on the bottom that he ignored; he had their contents committed to memory. It was the things in the back that he was interested in, a data crystal and a sealed glass vial.
JD had destroyed the physical cloning technology hidden at FMI, but the information to recreate it was safely contained in the crystal in the safe. Not that he would use it again for himself. It was unnecessary to have multiple versions of himself running around in the grand scheme at this point. But as he took out the glass vial and held it up to the light regarding its contents thoughtfully, the reality of its contents hit him and he was tempted for just a moment to recreate the cloning facility.
The contents of the vial had been carefully preserved. He could see bits of skin floating in the thick clear liquid. They floated in and around a tangled mass of long hair that had been unceremoniously crammed into the vial along with the skin scrapings.
He frowned knowing how those bits of skin and hair were collected. He could see in his mind's eye one of his brethren digging his nails into JD's hips as he fucked him. Gouging and scraping and marring that perfect skin. He could picture a hand mirroring his own wrapped in JD's hair. Pulling and twisting, adding pain and dominance to the coupling. As he looked at the contents of the vial he felt a rare flash of emotion. His frown increased as he realized what that emotion was. It was jealousy. Pure and simple. And it was tinged with a white-hot rage.
He knew his brethren all had their turns with JD. Fucking him had been a given from the first moment JD walked through their door. They wanted to break him, to try and get deep into his mind as they drilled into his body. They had wanted to remind JD what had been done to O'Neill and bring those memories to the surface in an effort to keep him off balance. His brethren had wanted to either fuck JD into submission or into revealing himself.
He, on the other hand, had fucked JD to know him and to try and get past his walls. He may have topped JD and taken him without quarter, but he never purposely hurt him. And now, staring at the vial and seeing the evidence that his brethren had, he was filled with a jealousy fury.
In his long span of memories he had had several lo'taurs that he had become attached to. He would not say that he had fallen in love with them because that was a truly useless emotion, but he had been rather fond of them. As he turned the vial causing the contents to swirl in the light, he realized that JD had been added to that short list in his mind. And although JD was never actually his lo'taur, he was oddly fond of JD and, even more importantly, in his own way he respected JD.
He was not one to willingly share what was his, even with his brethren. He had known intellectually that JD was being taken and he had heard the lurid details of their encounters from his brethren. But it was the vial in his hand that made it real in his mind and made him seethe with anger. How dare they touch what was his. He laughed out loud at the thought, knowing all of the brethren had probably felt that same possessiveness to some degree. Some things were innate.
There was a sweet satisfaction in knowing his brethren were dead. It dissipated his anger. With a final shake of the vial, he closed the safe and hid it once again, leaving all its contents inside save the vial. The vial he wrapped in a sheet of bubble wrap and placed it in a padded overnight mailing envelope with an Austin address. The note he enclosed was simple and unsigned, "Not my doing."
He was giving up his opportunity to have his own JD. He knew that given time he could have found away around the Asgard DNA safeguards and reproduced a mirror image of JD all for himself. Perhaps one that would look at him with desire instead of hate. But he had learned the hard way that not all clones are created equal. And though his copy of JD would look like JD, it wouldn't be JD.
He tucked the envelope under his arm and left the building. He walked the streets of Seattle for long while before finding himself in front of a FedEx box on a quiet street corner. He hesitated only a heartbeat before dropping it in to be picked up later in the day. He wondered briefly as he walked away what JD's expression would be when he opened it.
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the end
This is an homage to synecdochic's A Howling In The Factory Yard