…Friends will be Friends…
SG1 had convinced Daniel to take a physical so the four headed over to the infirmary.
Once Daniel hopped up onto the examination table, Frasier looked into his eyes. “When did you get color contacts, Daniel?” she asked curiously as she examined the back of his neck.
Daniel opened his mouth to lie but was cut off by Jack’s voice.
“He bought ’em weeks ago but has never worn them til now,” Jack said.
Janet and Daniel looked over at him.
Jack’s body language told Daniel to go with it.
When she turned back to check his mouth then the front of his throat, Daniel replied, “They itch a little when I first put them in, but otherwise I don’t feel them. As she asked him a series of standard questions, Daniel got the sense of déjà vu, like he had done this many times before.
“Doc,” Jack said once more, “Can you do blood work on Daniel, he’s been complaining that he hasn’t been feelin’ good.”
“Jack, I’m sure Janet would love to take out her big needles,” Daniel said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
Offended, Janet pricked him a lot harder than she normally would have.
Daniel winced at the slight pain and frowned at Jack who smirked at him from behind Janet’s back. The Colonel was being examined by one of Frasier’s worker bees on another examination table across from his bed.
Janet drew two vials of blood from Daniel’s arm, placed a gauze pad over and withdrew the needle. She never noticed the small lightning bolts over his skin as the small hurt quickly healed.
Daniel kept his arm straight and pretended he was pained. “Jack?” Daniel questioned as he looked wide eyed at the colonel.
“Not here, Space Monkey,” Jack said as he hopped off of the table and walked over across to Daniel. The Immortal got up much slower. “We have that briefing with Hammond that we missed earlier,” Jack said as Sam and Teal’c moved closer to them.
Once they were clear, SG1 left the infirmary and headed down the hall.
Not too far from the infirmary, Jack ushered the others into a storage room. He closed and locked the door then turned to the others who were looking at him as though he had grown a second head.
“If you make me regret this I will make Ba’al’s torture sessions look like a cake walk,” Jack said as he pointed a finger at Daniel.
Daniel got a faraway look in his eyes as Jack triggered a memory…
“You do know that Ba’al is going to keep torturing you and reviving you over and over with the sarcophagus,” Daniel said calmly.
“Yes, I know,” Jack said sarcastically. He was reclining on what appeared to be an uncomfortable stone bench. His arms were up and covered his eyes.
“You also know that each time he uses that thing it steals a little bit more of your soul.”
Jack’s arms came down and he glared at the apparition of his friend, “Of course, I know. Help me get out of here...”
“I can’t do that… but I can help you become like me,” Daniel said as he sighed softly.
“You mean ascend?” Jack inquired with a frown.
“All you have to do is release your earthly burdens,” he said with a benevolent smile.
“Release my…” Jack stopped as he frowned at Daniel, “I don’t wanna ascend, just make it so I don’t wake up next time.”
Daniel shook his head, “I’m sorry. I’m unable to interfere.”
Jack scowled at his friend, “If you can’t interfere…” they saw Ba’al’s Jaffa at the door of the cell, “…then get me the hell outa here!”
Daniel frowned as he watched the Jaffa pull a struggling Jack out of the cell.
…Back to Reality…
‘I really died!’ he thought to himself in shock. ‘Did I subconsciously suppress my quickening and diminish it so much that it caused me to DIE?’ he asked himself Someone shaking him on the shoulder broke Daniel out of his memories and contemplation.
“Did you hear what I said?” Jack asked.
“Huh?” Daniel said as he focused on the taller man.
“I said you’re a part of this team,” Jack sounded aggravated but he rehashed what he had just said. “Just like our buddy T here, I don’t want the NID to poke, prod and dissect you to figure out how you work. We don’t tell anyone about quicklings, Immortals or anything else that we discussed Off World. If something comes up in your blood work we’ll go from there. If you make me regret this I will make you regret it for the rest of your life and I’ll find a way to haunt you in the afterlife. You got that, Daniel?”
“Why, Jack?” Daniel asked as he frowned up at the taller man.
“I’ve known you nine years, Daniel,” Jack said as he eyed the other man critically. “Nine years and I’ve never regretted known’ you. If you and I had no history, I probably wouldn’t be doin’ this. Are you guys okay with this?” he turned to Sam and Teal’c.
“Yes, sir,” Sam said as she turned to Daniel with a small smile.
“Indeed,” Teal’c said as he nodded at Daniel.
Daniel looked at the others in wonder. ‘Who are these great people that I’ve known for nine years?’ he asked himself as he followed them to the conference room for the debriefing with General Hammond.