WARNING: Sad, angst, character death implied but not stated, by any means.
Faith Comes From Hearing by Jude
When he surfaced from the anonymous black headspace he'd been in, his hearing was the first sense he regained.
"Baby, baby..." Just a whisper, floating on his returning consciousness, and even in his addled state, he could hear the yearning in those words.
"Wake up, please wake up." A sniff, followed by a muttered low curse and a loud honk as whoever it was unceremoniously blew their nose.
The voice came back after another sniff and a soft, almost gentle clearing of the throat. "Baby, I need you, don't you know that?" A pause. "It's been too long. They said to talk to you, but I don't know what to say, except... I love you. I swear to god, I'll tell you all about it, I'll do anything, if you'll just wake up and look at me. C'mon, baby... open up those beautiful peepers and look at me."
A rustling of bedsheets as the whisper turned into a masculine voice. "Doc..."
"Any reaction, Colonel? Has he moved or shown that he knew you were here?" A woman's voice this time.
"No." A world of sadness. "No."
A few moments of silence. "Doc, what am I gonna do... I mean, what is SG-1 gonna do.... if he..." The sniffing was back.
The next low voice clearly belonged to the doctor. "I know, I know. But don't give up, just keep on talking, okay?" The sound of her footsteps followed her away.
The man's voice was directly in his ear now, gentle but commanding. "You wake up and look at me right this goddamned minute, do you hear me?" The sniffing and nose-blowing was back, and so was the whispering. "I love you, Daniel Jackson, and I need to tell you so. Please don't leave me. I need you, baby."
Before he could try to speak or move, the blackness swallowed Daniel's consciousness once again.
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Faith Comes From Hearing
by Jude
When he surfaced from the anonymous black headspace he'd been in, his hearing was the first sense he regained.
"Baby, baby..." Just a whisper, floating on his returning consciousness, and even in his addled state, he could hear the yearning in those words.
"Wake up, please wake up." A sniff, followed by a muttered low curse and a loud honk as whoever it was unceremoniously blew their nose.
The voice came back after another sniff and a soft, almost gentle clearing of the throat. "Baby, I need you, don't you know that?" A pause. "It's been too long. They said to talk to you, but I don't know what to say, except... I love you. I swear to god, I'll tell you all about it, I'll do anything, if you'll just wake up and look at me. C'mon, baby... open up those beautiful peepers and look at me."
A rustling of bedsheets as the whisper turned into a masculine voice. "Doc..."
"Any reaction, Colonel? Has he moved or shown that he knew you were here?" A woman's voice this time.
"No." A world of sadness. "No."
A few moments of silence. "Doc, what am I gonna do... I mean, what is SG-1 gonna do.... if he..." The sniffing was back.
The next low voice clearly belonged to the doctor. "I know, I know. But don't give up, just keep on talking, okay?" The sound of her footsteps followed her away.
The man's voice was directly in his ear now, gentle but commanding. "You wake up and look at me right this goddamned minute, do you hear me?" The sniffing and nose-blowing was back, and so was the whispering. "I love you, Daniel Jackson, and I need to tell you so. Please don't leave me. I need you, baby."
Before he could try to speak or move, the blackness swallowed Daniel's consciousness once again.