No rest for the wicked

[dani_the_girl]

Tiny drabble - Jack in the first few moments of coming back. Written for fanfic50 #23, Fight.

---

Slam. And suddenly there he is, gasping, fighting for breath. He feels the burn as his lungs scramble to repay the oxygen debt. He scrabbles around, both mentally and physically, searching for control of both limbs and faculties. His gun is still under his hand, smooth and cold and solid. His hand reflexively clasps around it as his memory starts to catch up. Can't have been out long; the tendrils of adrenaline are still curling around his system, muscles still not cooled from the chase. Gotta learn to do this quietly he thinks crazily as he pushes himself to his feet. Hell of an element of surprise, used the right way. He forces his eyes into focus and surveys. The room is empty now, but there's only one direction the bullet that killed him could have come from and he makes for it, the order to his body to stand down countermanded again. Back into the fray he goes.

Comments

[kensieg.livejournal.com]

nice!

[dani_the_girl]

Thanks!

[kensieg.livejournal.com]

Thank you for friending me!

[dani_the_girl]

Hey, you're welcome - it's always good to meet new people :)

[synecdochic]

Nice. I really like the immediacy of this -- it's there, it's real, it's physical.

(You know I'll happily beta or workshop SG-1 stuff for you, right?)

[dani_the_girl]

Thank you! That's definitely what I was going for. Jack is a very physical person I think and coming back to life has got to give anyone a bit of a kick.

I will try to overcome my shyness :) I think I am going to have a try of writing the post-Hathor scene that I mentioned just in the hope of making Jack O'Neill shut the fuck up in there!

It's very confusing contemplating writing things in two different universes both with pivotal characters called Jack, you know.

[white_hart]

Oh, I like this!

[dani_the_girl]

Thank you!