Drabble request: "Jack -- Red"

[maharetr]

For taselby, because she asked. 200 words; implied violence/injury; no ownership, just love.



"Jack, open your eyes!"

Jack doesn't want to see. He can smell it well enough: iron so strong he can taste it, metallic on his tongue. Or maybe his nose is broken too, and it's just leaking into his mouth. He can't feel it yet, and he suspects if he looks, the world will be nothing else until Fraiser comes running with the morphine.

For the moment, he can feel the twigs and grit where his shirt has ridden up. Daniel's…dragged him somewhere? The sound of gunfire and staff weapons are farther away.

"Jack!" Daniel's voice is farther away, too…

~*~

Jack smells antiseptic, and his vision is slightly blurry. Daniel's sprawled in the chair beside the bed, snoring. Jack shifts experimentally and gets the beloved fuzziness of painkillers.

"Daniel?"

Daniel's flail into consciousness gives Jack precious moments to study him. Uniform's clean, but the 'doctor's orders' shower can't have been that thorough; when Daniel reaches for Jack's hand there's still blood under his nails. Jack swallows.

"You're fine, Jack; just another scar or two." But Daniel's smile wavers, and his grip is tight.

"Bled a lot, huh?"

"Just a bit."

Jack decides he can live with a few more scars.

Comments

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww and umh, awwwwww.

[articulate]

[maharetr.livejournal.com]

[grin]

Thanks for the picspam, and my nails have been making me happy all day :)

[taselby.livejournal.com]

OOoh.... {{{thank you}}}

This was just what I needed tonight. A touch of danger and comfort, and the old blood under Daniel's nails is *perfect*.

(*happy*)

[maharetr.livejournal.com]

Yay! So glad you liked! [hugs]

[mynxii.livejournal.com]

no idea about stargate... but that was just lovely, beautiful characterisation.


(stillthinkingofapromptipromise)