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donutsweeper) wrote2008-06-04 12:15 am
donutsweeper) wrote2008-06-04 12:15 am
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Sacrifices
Title: Sacrifices
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Stargate:Atlantis crossover, no pairings or spoilers, rated PG
Word Count: 1446
Beta: The absolutely awesomesause_medley_
Summary: Jack is a member of Sheppard's away team when they are captured off world, and things go downhill from there.
Author's Note: A continuation of the Pants!Verse, begun in Charming the Pants off the Pashahads, but can be read as a stand alone story. Written for the Time Stamp Meme as requested bykensieg
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Stargate:Atlantis crossover, no pairings or spoilers, rated PG
Word Count: 1446
Beta: The absolutely awesomesause
_medley_Summary: Jack is a member of Sheppard's away team when they are captured off world, and things go downhill from there.
Author's Note: A continuation of the Pants!Verse, begun in Charming the Pants off the Pashahads, but can be read as a stand alone story. Written for the Time Stamp Meme as requested by
kensiegThe first away mission after Jack joined Sheppard’s team went very both wrong and very right. He’d been killed, but then came back to life, causing much confusion and concern from the rest of the team. He’d explained away his immortality as the result of someone misusing alien technology, something they could relate to, and then proved his worth by smoothing things over with the villagers who had attacked them and even negotiated a wonderful trading alliance with them.
After that the trips through the stargate were uneventful until the team was captured on M4X-351. They’d been thrown into separate cells with a force field keeping them from each other. All they could do was watch as the guards “questioned” one after another for information on how their GDO’s worked and for secrets about Atlantis.
They’d held their tongues until the guards began forcibly undressing Teyla; then the others snapped, trying whatever they could to distract the guards so Teyla would be left alone. Ronon threw himself over and over into the force field, not even acknowledging the electrical shocks he received as a result. Rodney was yelling insults. Sheppard was offering bribes of technology and weapons and food and anything, anything if they’d just leave her alone.
Jack, however, whistled very loudly. So loudly the guards actually looked up for a moment. Once he saw he had their attention he calmly reached over, grabbed the edge of the metal cot with both hands, raised his chin, and then slammed his neck into it, instantly crushing his trachea.
“Captain, no!” Teyla screamed, but it was too late. Jack had collapsed in a heap on the floor of his cell. There was a flurry of activity as one of the guards shoved Teyla back into her cell and ran over to the control panel at the end of the hall to deactivate the force field to Jack’s cell and reactivate Teyla’s while the other radioed for a doctor. At first Jack shuddered and shook but by the time the doctor arrived he was still. The team watched silently as the doctor listened to Jack’s heart for a moment and then shook his head and ordered the body to be removed.
The prison governor arrived then. “Throw him in the common grave,” he told the guards before they carried Jack off, “then report for discipline. Your actions here have been disgraceful.” Then he turned to Sheppard. “The prisoner killed himself, yes? Why?”
Sheppard’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak.
“I asked why!” the governor screamed, addressing them all. “Answer me!”
“Harkness chose death over dishonor.” Ronon finally spoke up. “Like a true warrior.”
“Warrior or not, he will be eaten by the dirt slugs tonight.” The governor looked up and down the cell block. “It makes no difference to me if I have five Lantean prisoners or only one. Eventually, I will get the information I need.” And then he left, turning off the lights as he turned the corner, leaving them alone with only the light coming from the barred grates in the ceiling to see by.
After waiting a moment to make sure they were truly alone Sheppard asked, “Are you all right, Teyla?”
“I am fine,” she responded, readjusting her clothing, “Captain Harkness stopped them before they could do anything to me.” She paused to take a deep breath. “He should not have sacrificed himself in such a manner.”
Ronon dismissed her unhappiness with a shrug. “That’s Harkness for you.”
“Do, do you,” Rodney stuttered, “do you think he’ll be okay?”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Sheppard tried to assuage Rodney’s concern. “Compared to the spear he took in the chest, that was nothing.”
“But, still, it’s not like we know how his back from the dead thing works exactly. He never did answer all my questions about how it works, let alone allow me to run any permutations about his resuscitative abilities or program a simulation based on his special qualities. There are so many questions about it that we have no idea how to answer. I mean, if he’s been buried can he still revive? What if-”
“Rodney!” Sheppard called out, stopping his rambles. “This is Jack we’re talking about. The man who fell into the Pegasus Galaxy and didn’t even blink. This?” He gestured to the cot in the now empty cell. “This is nothing.”
Rodney was silent for a minute before he asked, “So, what do we do?”
“We wait.” Ronon replied, sitting down facing the direction the guards had taken Jack. “He’ll come.”
“Wait? Just wait? That’s your great advice? What sort of solution is waiting? What if the guards come back? Or what happens-”
“Rodney!” Sheppard hissed. “Quiet. Be quiet. We don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves or to Jack.”
“Well, since we’re waiting, do you think they’ll bring something for dinner soon? I’m starving.”
Sheppard rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Somehow I doubt it.” He lay down on the small cot in his cell, his feet dangling over the edge. “You may as well get comfortable, McKay, we might be here for awhile.”
It got darker and darker in the cell block as night approached. The guards hadn’t returned, but given the ‘discipline’ they were probably undergoing, that wasn’t unexpected. Sheppard had just drifted off to an uneasy sleep when a soft “psst” woke him up with a start.
“Jack?” Sheppard peered through the darkness, barely able to make out the shadowy figure in front of his cell.
“Miss me?” The tone of his voice light and carefree.
“Nah, it’s been kind of quiet with you gone.” Sheppard kept his voice down, and his tone light.
“Quiet? With McKay around?”
“Well, he fell asleep about an hour ago.”
Jack laughed. There was a slight shuffling sound from the cells to the left as Ronon and Teyla got to their feet as well. “I’m going to see what I can do about getting you guys out of here.”
“You’ll probably have to blow it.” Ronon warned.
“Well, I did recover all our weapons, even the C4, but let’s see if we can delay the fireworks until we’re sure we need them.” There was a faint gleam as Jack smiled. “Don’t worry, I bet I’ll have you out in a second.” And then he was gone, melting into the darkness.
“Rodney?” Sheppard hissed. “Rodney! Wake up!” When there was so response he raised his voice slightly. “Come on, McKay! Up and at ‘em!”
A sudden shimmer and swishing noise indicated the power to all the cells had been cut off. Ronon immediately slipped out of his cell, grabbed his weapons from Jack, and took a defensive position, keeping an eye down the corridor in case any guards walked down. Sheppard ducked into Rodney’s cell and shook him roughly by the shoulder to wake him up.
Teyla approached Jack more slowly. “I did not wish you to kill yourself on my behalf.”
“I know.” Jack shrugged. “I just wanted to do whatever I could to keep a fellow teammate from getting hurt.” Teyla didn’t respond, just smiled a sad smile and tipped her forehead to touch his briefly before joining Ronon at the corner.
Jack approached Sheppard and Rodney. “He awake yet? We really should get out of here as soon as possible.”
“Hum? Ow. Quit it, Colonel. I’m awake.”
“It might help for you to open your eyes then, McKay, it makes walking much easier.” Sheppard pulled Rodney up so he was sitting on the cot.
“It’s so dark, it doesn’t matter,” Rodney muttered under his breath.
Jack laughed at their banter as he reached over to drag Rodney to his feet, slipping his gun into his holster at the same time. “If we hurry, we’ll make it back to Atlantis in time for dinner!”
“Dinner?” Suddenly Rodney was on his feet and rushing down the hall behind Ronon and Teyla.
Jack laughed as he slapped Sheppard on the back. “Got him moving, didn’t it?”
Sheppard grabbed Jack, keeping them several paces behind the others as they followed the corridor. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
“There would have been other ways to escape.”
Jack shrugged. “Probably, but maybe not before they had hurt Teyla.”
“Jack, killing yourself-”
“Sheppard, you have your methods, I have mine. Let me do what I need to do to protect the team, all right?”
“Just make sure you only do it when it’s a last resort.” A claxon blared suddenly.
“Well, they know we’re missing,” Jack grinned and clicked the safety off shouting, “Ready?”
“Always!” Sheppard yelled back, as they picked up their pace to join the fray.
After that the trips through the stargate were uneventful until the team was captured on M4X-351. They’d been thrown into separate cells with a force field keeping them from each other. All they could do was watch as the guards “questioned” one after another for information on how their GDO’s worked and for secrets about Atlantis.
They’d held their tongues until the guards began forcibly undressing Teyla; then the others snapped, trying whatever they could to distract the guards so Teyla would be left alone. Ronon threw himself over and over into the force field, not even acknowledging the electrical shocks he received as a result. Rodney was yelling insults. Sheppard was offering bribes of technology and weapons and food and anything, anything if they’d just leave her alone.
Jack, however, whistled very loudly. So loudly the guards actually looked up for a moment. Once he saw he had their attention he calmly reached over, grabbed the edge of the metal cot with both hands, raised his chin, and then slammed his neck into it, instantly crushing his trachea.
“Captain, no!” Teyla screamed, but it was too late. Jack had collapsed in a heap on the floor of his cell. There was a flurry of activity as one of the guards shoved Teyla back into her cell and ran over to the control panel at the end of the hall to deactivate the force field to Jack’s cell and reactivate Teyla’s while the other radioed for a doctor. At first Jack shuddered and shook but by the time the doctor arrived he was still. The team watched silently as the doctor listened to Jack’s heart for a moment and then shook his head and ordered the body to be removed.
The prison governor arrived then. “Throw him in the common grave,” he told the guards before they carried Jack off, “then report for discipline. Your actions here have been disgraceful.” Then he turned to Sheppard. “The prisoner killed himself, yes? Why?”
Sheppard’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak.
“I asked why!” the governor screamed, addressing them all. “Answer me!”
“Harkness chose death over dishonor.” Ronon finally spoke up. “Like a true warrior.”
“Warrior or not, he will be eaten by the dirt slugs tonight.” The governor looked up and down the cell block. “It makes no difference to me if I have five Lantean prisoners or only one. Eventually, I will get the information I need.” And then he left, turning off the lights as he turned the corner, leaving them alone with only the light coming from the barred grates in the ceiling to see by.
After waiting a moment to make sure they were truly alone Sheppard asked, “Are you all right, Teyla?”
“I am fine,” she responded, readjusting her clothing, “Captain Harkness stopped them before they could do anything to me.” She paused to take a deep breath. “He should not have sacrificed himself in such a manner.”
Ronon dismissed her unhappiness with a shrug. “That’s Harkness for you.”
“Do, do you,” Rodney stuttered, “do you think he’ll be okay?”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Sheppard tried to assuage Rodney’s concern. “Compared to the spear he took in the chest, that was nothing.”
“But, still, it’s not like we know how his back from the dead thing works exactly. He never did answer all my questions about how it works, let alone allow me to run any permutations about his resuscitative abilities or program a simulation based on his special qualities. There are so many questions about it that we have no idea how to answer. I mean, if he’s been buried can he still revive? What if-”
“Rodney!” Sheppard called out, stopping his rambles. “This is Jack we’re talking about. The man who fell into the Pegasus Galaxy and didn’t even blink. This?” He gestured to the cot in the now empty cell. “This is nothing.”
Rodney was silent for a minute before he asked, “So, what do we do?”
“We wait.” Ronon replied, sitting down facing the direction the guards had taken Jack. “He’ll come.”
“Wait? Just wait? That’s your great advice? What sort of solution is waiting? What if the guards come back? Or what happens-”
“Rodney!” Sheppard hissed. “Quiet. Be quiet. We don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves or to Jack.”
“Well, since we’re waiting, do you think they’ll bring something for dinner soon? I’m starving.”
Sheppard rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Somehow I doubt it.” He lay down on the small cot in his cell, his feet dangling over the edge. “You may as well get comfortable, McKay, we might be here for awhile.”
It got darker and darker in the cell block as night approached. The guards hadn’t returned, but given the ‘discipline’ they were probably undergoing, that wasn’t unexpected. Sheppard had just drifted off to an uneasy sleep when a soft “psst” woke him up with a start.
“Jack?” Sheppard peered through the darkness, barely able to make out the shadowy figure in front of his cell.
“Miss me?” The tone of his voice light and carefree.
“Nah, it’s been kind of quiet with you gone.” Sheppard kept his voice down, and his tone light.
“Quiet? With McKay around?”
“Well, he fell asleep about an hour ago.”
Jack laughed. There was a slight shuffling sound from the cells to the left as Ronon and Teyla got to their feet as well. “I’m going to see what I can do about getting you guys out of here.”
“You’ll probably have to blow it.” Ronon warned.
“Well, I did recover all our weapons, even the C4, but let’s see if we can delay the fireworks until we’re sure we need them.” There was a faint gleam as Jack smiled. “Don’t worry, I bet I’ll have you out in a second.” And then he was gone, melting into the darkness.
“Rodney?” Sheppard hissed. “Rodney! Wake up!” When there was so response he raised his voice slightly. “Come on, McKay! Up and at ‘em!”
A sudden shimmer and swishing noise indicated the power to all the cells had been cut off. Ronon immediately slipped out of his cell, grabbed his weapons from Jack, and took a defensive position, keeping an eye down the corridor in case any guards walked down. Sheppard ducked into Rodney’s cell and shook him roughly by the shoulder to wake him up.
Teyla approached Jack more slowly. “I did not wish you to kill yourself on my behalf.”
“I know.” Jack shrugged. “I just wanted to do whatever I could to keep a fellow teammate from getting hurt.” Teyla didn’t respond, just smiled a sad smile and tipped her forehead to touch his briefly before joining Ronon at the corner.
Jack approached Sheppard and Rodney. “He awake yet? We really should get out of here as soon as possible.”
“Hum? Ow. Quit it, Colonel. I’m awake.”
“It might help for you to open your eyes then, McKay, it makes walking much easier.” Sheppard pulled Rodney up so he was sitting on the cot.
“It’s so dark, it doesn’t matter,” Rodney muttered under his breath.
Jack laughed at their banter as he reached over to drag Rodney to his feet, slipping his gun into his holster at the same time. “If we hurry, we’ll make it back to Atlantis in time for dinner!”
“Dinner?” Suddenly Rodney was on his feet and rushing down the hall behind Ronon and Teyla.
Jack laughed as he slapped Sheppard on the back. “Got him moving, didn’t it?”
Sheppard grabbed Jack, keeping them several paces behind the others as they followed the corridor. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
“There would have been other ways to escape.”
Jack shrugged. “Probably, but maybe not before they had hurt Teyla.”
“Jack, killing yourself-”
“Sheppard, you have your methods, I have mine. Let me do what I need to do to protect the team, all right?”
“Just make sure you only do it when it’s a last resort.” A claxon blared suddenly.
“Well, they know we’re missing,” Jack grinned and clicked the safety off shouting, “Ready?”
“Always!” Sheppard yelled back, as they picked up their pace to join the fray.
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Yep, heroic bastard is just about right for our boy!
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It could end in one big orgyerm. yeah.no subject
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