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sg1genrecs2010-08-13 10:32 am
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FIC Rec: Control by Yum@
Title: Control
Author's LJ/DWJ:mrwubbles
Categories: Under the Influence, WIP, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Yum@'s Stargatefan Page
Link to story: Control
Why this should be read: Yes, this is a work in progress and unfortunately I don't think it'll ever be finished. That being said, though, I believe this is one of the classics in fandom and should be read and savored. Daniel is rescued from a mission (one he was on without the rest of SG-1) in terrible shape. We learn what did/might have occurred throughout the fic and meanwhile we also watch Jack trying desperately to get through to Daniel and always believing the Daniel he knows will truly come back to them once again whole. It saddens me that this fic was never completed (because selfishly I want to find out what happens), but it doesn't keep me from re-reading it. Set aside plenty of time to read this and then plenty of time after to imagine your own continuation of the story.
"Damn it... hold him still... he..." a gruff voice muttered softly, as someone tried to hold him.
"We have to hurry..."
Another voice, softer... like her voice... It sounded like her voice... No! She was here! In here, right now! He had to stop them from taking him back to her!
"I know, but we have to calm him down first before we can... oww!"
There. He had got one. He could feel the hands let go of him, and he fought harder. But more hands came. They were grabbing him by the ankles so he could no longer kick, clamping down on his shoulders so he couldn't twist away. He couldn't stop himself whimpering, and he heard the sound as it escaped from his throat.
He couldn't do it. They were too strong. Too strong. He was going back to her and the pain was going to start again...
"Damn it!"
"Are you alright?"
"Got me good, but I'm all right. Hold him still, Major. Let me try."
He felt himself being sat up and nausea swept over him like a wave. He found himself up against the wall, it's rough surface rubbing the wounds on his back. He cried out in pain and the gruff voice cursed again.
"Damn, his back is pretty bad. Lean him against me, I'll see if I can carry him."
"I can carry," a deeper voice, one he hadn't heard before.
"No, we need you to help give us cover, or we'll never get us out of here. I'll... I'll do it."
Strong arms, stronger than his, wrapped around his shoulders and under his knees and he found himself being lifted up. The gruff voice grunted.
"Sir?" The soft voice spoke up again.
"Nothing... I just realized..." The gruff voice paused and went deeper. "He's lost weight. He's a lot lighter than I thought. Those bastar-"
"Sir."
The gruff voice sighed, the man's arms tightened around him and he panicked. There was no escape now. He was going back. Why hadn't he fought harder?
Author's LJ/DWJ:
mrwubblesCategories: Under the Influence, WIP, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Yum@'s Stargatefan Page
Link to story: Control
Why this should be read: Yes, this is a work in progress and unfortunately I don't think it'll ever be finished. That being said, though, I believe this is one of the classics in fandom and should be read and savored. Daniel is rescued from a mission (one he was on without the rest of SG-1) in terrible shape. We learn what did/might have occurred throughout the fic and meanwhile we also watch Jack trying desperately to get through to Daniel and always believing the Daniel he knows will truly come back to them once again whole. It saddens me that this fic was never completed (because selfishly I want to find out what happens), but it doesn't keep me from re-reading it. Set aside plenty of time to read this and then plenty of time after to imagine your own continuation of the story.
"Damn it... hold him still... he..." a gruff voice muttered softly, as someone tried to hold him.
"We have to hurry..."
Another voice, softer... like her voice... It sounded like her voice... No! She was here! In here, right now! He had to stop them from taking him back to her!
"I know, but we have to calm him down first before we can... oww!"
There. He had got one. He could feel the hands let go of him, and he fought harder. But more hands came. They were grabbing him by the ankles so he could no longer kick, clamping down on his shoulders so he couldn't twist away. He couldn't stop himself whimpering, and he heard the sound as it escaped from his throat.
He couldn't do it. They were too strong. Too strong. He was going back to her and the pain was going to start again...
"Damn it!"
"Are you alright?"
"Got me good, but I'm all right. Hold him still, Major. Let me try."
He felt himself being sat up and nausea swept over him like a wave. He found himself up against the wall, it's rough surface rubbing the wounds on his back. He cried out in pain and the gruff voice cursed again.
"Damn, his back is pretty bad. Lean him against me, I'll see if I can carry him."
"I can carry," a deeper voice, one he hadn't heard before.
"No, we need you to help give us cover, or we'll never get us out of here. I'll... I'll do it."
Strong arms, stronger than his, wrapped around his shoulders and under his knees and he found himself being lifted up. The gruff voice grunted.
"Sir?" The soft voice spoke up again.
"Nothing... I just realized..." The gruff voice paused and went deeper. "He's lost weight. He's a lot lighter than I thought. Those bastar-"
"Sir."
The gruff voice sighed, the man's arms tightened around him and he panicked. There was no escape now. He was going back. Why hadn't he fought harder?