Title:
AGONY
Author:
JoleneB
E-Mail:
jbuttolph@hotmail.com or JoleneB1953@yahoo.com
Beta:
nope, nada, living dangerously today
Date of
Completion: 28 Jan 2005
E-Mail:
jbuttolph@hotmail.com or JoleneB1953@yahoo.com
Category:
H/C
Warnings:
icky stuff
CONTENT LEVEL:
13+
Summary:
Ficlet inspired by Yahoo! Jackfic Group MC -- Agony
Hosting:
Yahoo! Jackfic Group and Jackfic.com
File Size:
23KB [452 words]
Disclaimer:
I do profess to my profound regret that I have no rights to Stargate SG-1
(except to enjoy). The concept and characters belong to SciFi Channel,
Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions… ad
infinitum.
Authors
Notes: Okay, I really wanted to write a whole fic. Really. But everyone here
knows I’m still working on the last on, for the last ten months that is. So,
instead of waiting for another year. I cheated, or my muse did. HE decided that
it would be short and not really part of the MC thingy. But I do hope you enjoy
it anyway.
Dedication: To our military friends, may they all
come home after a job well done.
AGONY
Relax. Breathe deep. Slow exhale. Yeah, that’s it.
Roll the shoulders. Loosen up. Relax.
Don’t think about the pain, the blood or the scream.
Now, what did I say! Don’t think about... ya know the consequences of hitting
the target. Okay, all tensed up again.
Relax.
Gotta do this. It’s simple, it’s not like ya haven’t
done this before ya know. Damn, I wish there were another way. Oh, right! There
is another way, but even I don’t condone THAT! Yeah, yeah, sure. Sometimes it’s
necessary, I get that. But if I can avoid doing THAT, I will. Some people, whom
I won’t mention, are just too quick to use that method. Yepper. Too damn quick.
Damn, I’m all tensed up again. Widen that stance and
lean into it airman! Relax. Think... of nothing.
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Slower. Innn. Ouuut.
Innn. Ouuut. Calm. Still. Concentrate. Just let it happen. It’s just the call
of nature. Feel it happening. At the bottom of the breath...
Ahhhhh...AAARRRRGGGG!
“Colonel? Are you alright in there?”
Slightly muffled, a way too close and all too
familiar voice rang in my roaring ears; and once I could breath again, I
answered, “Ah, yeah. Just peachy!”
“Sir, you need to take your antibiotics. Maybe I
should put back in the...”
“No! No way. AND, for your information, I’m taking
the damn antibiotics,” I barked towards the woman who shadowed my every breath
of late. Slowly I lowered myself to sit, spent over the emotion, breathing
shallowly, riding out the burning pain that wasn’t going away.
“Sir, I beg to disagree, the evidence is in plain
sight.”
Damn. I was so busy trying not to choke on it I
forgot to hide it. A whole bowl of oatmeal, and I left the pill sitting in a
melting heap next to it. Crap! Maybe she’s right. Sigh. Maybe I’m not ready to
go home. I can’t even handle a simple subterfuge. And, damn, I’m tired. Even
the effort of running my hands down my flushed face tires me.
The wall sent out an invitation of support, which I
quickly accepted, literally oozing to the floor to lean against it. Savoring
the oh so slowly subsiding burn in one VERY, very private location, I closed my
eyes against the too bight light and enjoyed the feel of the cool tiles that
ate the excess heat from my skin.
Relief was relative, just like time. I wonder what
Carter would have to say about that?
“Jack, need some help in there?”
Danny? Is the Napoleonic Power Monger selling
tickets or something?
“For crying out loud! Can’t a man have a little
peace and privacy when he’s in agony!”
The End?