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Runaway To Hell

Chapter 10

A ripple of bliss shot through her body. It had been so long since she had felt his caress, felt his slightly calloused palms on her skin. A soft sigh of pleasure blew from her lips as he massaged her breasts. The sigh switched to a moan when his fingers rolled her nipple, causing it to harden into a tiny nub. His tongue tracing the areola of her other breast sent a wave of pure lust through her. Her knees tightened around his waist and she flexed her hips, loving the feel of his hardened shaft filling her. She didn't question how this came to be...how she had suddenly found herself making love to her husband; she just embraced the moment that her heart had been pining for. It was just her and Daniel, two souls whose need for the other was so strong it transcended physical limitations to entwine across the expanse of the galaxy.

Buried to the hilt inside of her, Daniel hungered for the taste of her, the feel of her. His lips closed over her nipple sucking it gently into a peak, but it wasn't enough. His mouth blazed a trail of kisses, feather light over her neck before greedily reaching her soft full lips. He spent a wonderful few minutes, exploring her mouth, his tongue delving in, dancing with hers. There was nothing sweeter than His Angel’s kiss.

Started to tell her so, but the words stuck in his throat. Instinct whispered across his mind that speaking would break the spell of what they were experiencing. He didn't remember removing her clothes, didn't recall any foreplay to get them to this point where he was rock-hard and she was so gloriously riding him. Couldn't imagine that he hadn't first tantalized her body and she, his, for that wasn't how they made love. Each time they made love it was a journey of reaffirmation of their feelings for each other. The memory lapse niggled at him. He had to fill in the gaps even if it was belatedly. Though his hardened member ached to remain inside the hot cocoon of his wife's well, he withdrew. He would express with every touch, every kiss, just how much he loved her, how much he needed her. With a sigh of pure longing, he rolled her over onto her back, to begin his silent dedication. With infinite care and tenderness, he explored every inch of her body, burning the image of her into his mind as she responded to his caress.

He took his time, minutes had no meaning, there was just her body writhing to his touch, arching into him, her sweet little mews when his teeth grazed over her nipple and the guttural moan when he moved down her, cupping her backside with his hands and nuzzled the apex of her thighs. He could taste her sweet nectar on his lips, but rather than sate the desire coursing through him it left him craving more. His tongue delved deeper into her moist folds, making her writhe into him, her fingers threading through his hair encouraging the intimate kiss. Her breath began to quicken into short little gasps and he increased the swirl of his tongue around the pearl of her womanhood. A soft little whimper was music to his ears. How he loved the sounds she made when she orgasmed...an aria just for him! He raised his head slightly so that he could see her face. Listening was only surpassed by watching, especially when she... He smiled against her as she propped herself up on her elbows so that she could look down at him, her eyes locking with his. The flush of her cheeks, the wanton look filling her violet depths that had darkened with desire, fueled the heat pooling in his groin. Her breath hitched as his tongue worked its magic and started the cascade of bliss rippling through her.

Annika didn't try to stop the cry from erupting from her throat as the orgasm rocked her body. Managed to keep her eyes open, knowing how much Daniel loved to have that visual connection at the moment of her release. Gods, how I love him. There would never be another man for her, none who would make her heart sing as Daniel did. Still coming down from the explosion Daniel's delightful ministrations had caused, Annika tugged him up, needing to have his arms around her, the security and love of his embrace.

A A A

Was this the first time Casper had done this intergalactic phone sex? Daniel had told him of the times she had unconsciously astral traveled to him, but his friend had never been one to kiss and tell about anything sexual. Would Daniel even be aware that this kind of visit had taken place? Or would he simply put it down to a normal dream, brought on because he missed his wife? That led to another thought. Was Casper aware that she was doing it? Could it be that his confronting her when she had reported in to Hammond had prompted this hocus pocus conjugal visit? Had he screwed up so monumentally that this was a 'final goodbye' on her part?

The questions kept revolving around his mind with every step he took. Questions he had no way of answering. Only time would tell. Either Casper would flitter in with another report or she wouldn't. And if she didn't...how would he be able to look Daniel in the face, knowing that he had been the one to fuck up the one point of contact they had with her? It didn't matter that Daniel didn't know about the visits, his guilt didn't quibble semantics.

Lost in his thoughts, Jack was hardly aware of where his feet were leading him, his eyes downcast as his boots ate up the pavement. It was a pale shift of color of the concrete that made him pause. Instead of the bleached grey caused by the street lamps that made the entire world look like a black and white photo, there were streaks of red, blue and yellow. Absently he noted that those were the colors of the SGC logo. More to distract himself from his thoughts than curiosity he looked up to see what was causing it.

For a long moment he stared at the source. A stained glass window, depicting a rising sun with a dove soaring the skies, was backlit from inside a building. He assumed it would be left on all night. A light to guide in the darkness, whether it be the darkness of the day just gone or the darkness of a troubled soul.

Feelings and memories that had been shoved aside or dismissed from his life before the SGC, stirred. Growing up, going to this building, or rather one that preached the same thing, had been a weekly thing. One couldn't have the name 'O'Neill' and escape the Catholic Church, at least not according to his parents. Although he had done his fair share of playing hooky from Sunday school, he had also dutifully gone to confession to be absolved of the guilt. If only it were so easy now, he thought with a hint of bitterness. As an adult, the more ops he took part in, the more he saw the 'effects' of religious fanatics, the more he began to question the faith that had been drilled into him from birth, the more he began to question the existence of God. Charlie's death had totally ground what was left to dust. It had been nearly a decade since he had stepped inside a church. And he had no intention of changing that now.

The mysteries of the Stargate had only confirmed to him that the god that was preached about, whether it by priests, rabbis or shamans, wasn't real. Every so called ‘god’ they had come across was just an alien; a mortal being, who didn't give a rat's ass if you hadn't been to confession or had lustful thoughts. However, he had learned that there were Powers out there that were more powerful than any god described in any of the religious texts.

Despite his protests to the contrary, he had paid attention to Daniel’s reports regarding the other planes of existence. The way he understood it, the Ascended were like gnats compared to bull elephants as far as the glowy-jellyfish hierarchy went. Using the Ascended as a starting point for the strength of the Top Dogs, he figured that these things could wipe out a galaxy in a blink of an eye, providing they had eyes; a tear could flood a planet, a sigh could breathe life into a world. But, again using the Ascended as a baseline, the degree of apathy, of not bothering themselves with the petty problems of the lower planes, also increased exponentially, making them as useless as tits on a bull. And yet he had witnessed and heard too many stories of impossible things happening, that he was convinced there was a rogue Super Jellyfish wandering around upstairs; one that had a very twisted sense of humor and liked to play with the ‘lesser beings’. For what other rational explanation was there for stories like a child falling from a fourth floor balcony and walking away unscathed, or a bullet ricocheting off a half a dozen points, to land smack-bang between the eyes in a perfect kill shot? Perhaps life was all just a big joke to this Super Jellyfish.

He contemplated the idea that skirted his mind. Ah, what the hell, it couldn’t hurt, right? He couldn't muck things up anymore than they already were. Psyching himself up, he focused on the dove in the window so that he wouldn't feel like he was talking to thin air and cleared his throat.

"I'm talking to the Super Jellyfish that gets a kick out of messing with our little universe. You've got one chance to redeem yourself. You let me down when you let Charlie die and I'll be damned if I'll let you screw me over again, because I'm not asking for me this time. I'm pretty sure that I fucked up today...but don't make Daniel pay for my mistake. Don’t make my team pay the price. Let us bring Casper home in one piece and that includes all her hocus pocus bits and pieces. I...we need our team whole again. You must have brought us together for a reason. The five of us are from so many different walks of life there's no way we'd have met up without intervention. If it was your idea of a joke then let us keep making you laugh. I'm not asking for you to magically zap Casper back to the base, we'll do all the hard work....just let us do it, please."

He didn't expect an answer, so it wasn't a surprise when he didn't get one. A tiny sign would have been nice though, his mind grumbled as he started walking back the way he'd come. Nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke from the direction of the church.

"Jack, I haven't seen you at services for a long time."

He spun around at the vaguely familiar voice. When he recognized the priest from his local parish appear at the main entrance, his eyes widened slightly. Crap, just how far did I walk? He gave a nonchalant shrug. "Hell will have to freeze over before you do, Father."

The priest didn't take offense to the quip, smiling slightly at Jack's confusion at his presence at this part of the town. "I'm filling in for Father O'Conner while he visits his family."

"How long have you been standing there?" Jack asked with a touch of suspicion. The last thing he needed right now was for the good Father to think he'd found religion again.

"Does that really matter?" Father Mike had known the O'Neill's since the newly promoted Colonel had been transferred to the Mountain. Jack had never been one to attend Mass regularly even if his assignments kept him local. Mike had gotten to know him mainly through Sara, who had attended weekly without fail; she still did in fact at his regular parish. He had also watched Charlie grow from a toddler to a boy. And heart wrenchingly had buried him. Mike had been posted in military towns for most of his priesthood and had learned very quickly that there were two distinct groups as far as those in the armed services went. Either they turned to God or turned away. Jack had already started to walk away when Mike had first met him. He'd known from the moment that first shovel of dirt had been scattered over the boy's coffin that Jack would sever all ties with the Church. Yet he always held out hope the lost sheep would return. He hardly expected it to happen in the dead of night at a churchyard on the opposite side of town, but God did work in mysterious ways.

"I wasn't talking to your god, so don't be getting any ideas."

"When did I ever preach at you, Jack?" Mike asked softly.

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets. The man had a point. He never had, even when Charlie had died; never once had he quoted the clichéd scripture 'the ways of God are mysterious'. But then Jack had gotten that from countless others so he figured the priest had just been saving his voice.

"But something must have drawn you here." He could see the man was troubled. One look at him told him that even if he hadn't overhead the gruff prayer to the Divine. Recognized the guilt hanging over him like a mantle. He also knew not to push this particular man. Mike would let Jack contemplate his words in his own time. Studying Jack in the odd multicolored glow of the window, he saw that there had been a significant change in him. Despite the torment of whatever was haunting him now, the old ghost of his guilt over his son's death was barely noticeable. There was a happy contentment about him. After a long moment of silence from both sides, Mike quietly spoke. "There's something I wanted to say to you the last time we met, but you weren't ready to hear it."

Jack simply raised an eyebrow.

"You are a good man, Jack. Your...methods...may not always turn out the way you planned, but you have pure and good intentions. Nobody can ask more of you than that, not even you."

"Good intentions mean squat when you've got a body where your buddy used to be."

Mike gave a head nod conceding his point. "But how many buddies have you brought home?"

Jack was about to retort, 'Not enough', but the priest continued on.

"If you knew how many whispered prayers of thanks I have heard in my church, thanking God that Colonel O'Neill...which has recently changed to General O'Neill...was there to..." he paused, wondering if he should give the most common 'direct quote'. Mentally blessed himself in contrition for the proceeding curse. "...'Pull their asses out of the fire', from wives, family members and the personnel themselves, it might make your guilt easier to bear."

The military man was humbled by that quiet statement. "My team deserves as much credit."

Mike smiled. "They get their fair amount of thankful prayers as well."

A smile tweaked his lips as he wondered what the rest of SG-1 would think of that. As far as he knew their belief in God was even more non-existent than his. "Tell them to save their prayers for something that counts."

"Like the one you just gave?"

"That wasn't a-" he cut off, realizing that there was a snowball's chance in hell that he could convince the priest that he was talking to an actual real entity rather than 'God', even if he had the clearance to do so. "Look, Father, thanks for the chat, but I gotta go."

"I hope your prayer is answered and you find your friend."

Jack hid his eye roll at the man's persistence. "That is up to a Super Jellyfish keeping its nose out of our business, and my team."

"Take care, Jack."

"You too, Father," Jack gave a half a wave walking away. A soft beeping had him fishing his cell from his pocket. Only one person ever texted him. Read the message a second time in an effort to translate Harry's code. 

Mentally he ran through what he knew of the folk hero to figure out who Harry meant. Tombstone...fight at the OK Corral...lawman...cowboy... Despite himself a chuckle escaped as he realized who 'Wyatt Earp' was. Personally he thought Maybourne was just having way too much fun being part of the intrigue, but he had his uses. It seemed Harry had gone one step further in his hunt for any underhanded ops involving Casper. Apparently no one under Hammond's command was being targeted. The word 'current' concerned him. It implied there was something cooking in the future. He shrugged the worry away. Deal with one crisis at a time, O'Neill.

As he was deleting the message the phone rang. A glance at the incoming number made his heart pound in wariness. For her to be calling so late was either very good or very bad. He hit the answer button. "Hey, Carter."

"Hi, sir. I tried to get you at home and at Daniel's but there was no answer."

That was definitely a bubbly tone and his spirits lifted. "I haven't exactly made it back to our place yet and Daniel is a little...preoccupied...at the moment. Answering the phone is the last thing on his mind."

There was a slight pause and her joviality turned a tad disapproving. "You didn't get him drunk, did you?"

"No," Jack immediately denied. "Well, not too drunk...for cryin' out loud, it's Daniel...two beers and he's gone. But he's not hugging the porcelain throne or nuthin'." He wouldn't admit to the fuzzy warmth that tickled his belly at how 'married coupled' their conversation had become. "What's the news?"

Sam's chirpiness returned at the prompt for the reason of her call. "Sir, we've done it!"

"The magneeto thing?"

"Yes! We've tried it six times, all with the same results."

"Which were?"

"A whole range of effects," she gushed. "I've had headaches, nausea, loss of balance. The last time I almost passed out. Not once could I focus the hand device long enough to cause a beam of power."

"Oh, well...sweet, I guess." It was just bizarre to be happy over Sam being 'incapacitated'. He weighed up the pros and cons of his next question. Self-indulgently enjoying his fiancée's excitement over solving the puzzle, versus a probably long stream of technobabble. Ah, screw it. He'd take his happiness where he could right now. "How'd you figure it out?" He tried not to chuckle at the second of stunned silence echoing in his ear at his request for details, then she launched into a blow by blow account.

"After you left we experimented with different strengths of the shield's resonance. And the results were the same for each strength. I couldn't focus the hand device the first time, but each time thereafter I could. However, because I kind of knew what to expect, I paid more attention to how my mind makes the device work rather than the scientific method. I have to project my will through the crystal, forcing the energy from it. The first attempt at a new frequency, my mind knew what I was trying to do but it was like hitting a brick wall and I couldn't find a 'go around' to counteract the resonance. The second time, the 'answer' was like a light bulb flicking on and it worked. It happened so suddenly that my concentration broke. It was like trying to pick up a box expecting it to be heavy only to find it was light as a feather, and I mentally stumbled. The third time there was no trouble. My mind was adapting to the atmospheric conditions." She paused, obviously waiting for Jack's usual interruption to make the rest of the explanation short.

Jack didn't have the heart to stop her now. "I'm with you so far."

"We then went back to the data we collected on the planet. The key was the fluctuating magnetic resonance, which we determined had to do with magma flow. The scans from Boch's ship showed that the town is built on top of a magma chamber that is quite close to the surface. The planet's crust is peppered with a type of ore that is highly magnetic and is combustible when it comes into contact with direct heat. Pieces of the ore break off and fall into the magma river, floating through the chamber. As the ore melts there are micro explosions that are strong enough to affect the atmosphere so the air is always in a state of flux."

That explanation was actually quite a simple one for Carter. He figured she must have prepared it in advance 'replacing' all the geological technobabble. "And knowing that helped you how?" He pretty much had guessed the answer, but he'd let her have the glory of the moment.

"We realized that we had to replicate that state of flux to stop my mind, and hopefully Annika's mind, from being able to adapt. I programmed the shield generator to change the strength of the resonance randomly between every four and ten seconds. And it worked like a charm."

"Great work, Sam."

"Thanks, Jack." She felt a rush of warmth at the praise. "Now all we need is to find Annika."

"That's tomorrow's problem." He glanced at his watch. "You should head home."

"I was going to stay on base-"

"Carter, you know how much using that snake do-hicky takes out of you."

"I said stay not work." Sam pressed an ice pack to her forehead, hoping the sound didn't travel down the phone. The affects of trying to fight the shield had lingered the more they had experimented. She really didn't feel up to going through the process of leaving the base just to have to come back in a few hours. "Unless you need me to come home?"

"I always need you, Sam," he replied, his voice a bit gruff. If the last week had taught him anything it was to appreciate those he loved. "But you need to rest. I'll crash at Daniel's."

"Okay." She hesitated a moment. She knew that Jack's plan for the night had been to distract Daniel from the day, yet she sensed it had been as much for Jack's benefit as it had been for Daniel. "Are you alright? You seemed a bit on edge earlier."

He couldn't honestly say that he was okay. "I'll be fine. I'll see you in the morning. Love ya', honey."

Sam didn't try to push. If he wanted to talk about it, and if he could, (there were still some things that were above her pay grade,) he knew that she was there for him. "Love you too."

Ending the call Jack continued retracing his steps back to the Jackson house.

A A A

Sachee’s hand snaked out from beneath the blanket and flicked on the little blue sphere that had become her meditation light. After she had ‘reported’ her vision to Uncle Veta, she had hoped to be able to go back to sleep. Her mind had other plans. Her thoughts kept focusing around her friend who was teaching her so much about her wonderful, yet often times scary, gift.

Over the last few days she had begun to sense a darkness near Myst, but it wasn’t coming from Myst herself. Something mean and nasty and very, very dangerous had attached itself to her friend. Sachee didn’t know what it was and she hadn’t questioned it with Myst. Her instinct, which she was coming to trust more and more, told her to keep quiet about it; if she ‘revealed’ its presence, she knew that it would force Myst to leave. And Sachee didn’t want her to go. She still had so much to learn and besides that, more importantly she was the first friend who truly understood her.

As great as it was to learn what all the crazy feelings and fuzzy images that had been tormenting her for months meant, that knowledge had brought a new set of problems. People were different around her now. Some of them were even scared of her. Where she had been the one to avoid others, it was now the others who were avoiding her, one person in particular. It baffled and hurt that her mom was frightened by her gift. Why couldn’t she be like Daddy and Uncle Veta? They laughed and joked and played with her more than ever before. Daddy had even given her a real job on the security team. She could sense their pride in her and embarrassingly, their awe of what her visions showed. So why was Mommy so worried?

Feeling tears prick her eyes, she brought her thoughts back to the nasty thing attacking Myst. She blinked. Yes, ‘attacking’ is the right word. How can Myst not sense it? She considered the purple light that she knew was surrounding Myst at this moment; the light Sachee hadn’t seen with her physical eyes. Maybe Myst did know but wasn’t aware she knew. In the vision of the purple light she had only sensed protection…a protection that was filled with love.

She jumped when she heard an angry growl echo in from outside her room. The way it ‘hummed’ through her mind informed the young psychic that there was no physical beast outside...it was the nasty thing. Myst had shown her how to protect her ‘sanctuary’ with a white light, and she felt the darkness brush against it. It wasn’t trying to get in...it was searching for something...no, someone. With a start she realized it was looking for Myst. Having that thought triggered a remnant from her last vision to drift through her mind that she had missed earlier. The purple light was somehow hiding Myst from this darkness. It was confused and angry and... Her lips curled into a smile. It was scared! Yay, Myst!

Another growl and her smile dropped and she buried herself deeper under the covers. Carefully she began leading herself through a meditation that Myst had taught her to strengthen the mental barrier around her. She sent up a fervid prayer that Myst would remain protected too.

A A A

She relished the warmth of his embrace, the hard rod of his arousal pressed against her belly sending waves of heat to her very core. Their hearts were thumping so hard as though they were trying to join together through their chests. Her lips nuzzled his neck, gently suckling near the base; his soft sigh of pleasure at the act fueling her desire. Her hands of their own accord skimmed over his back. Could feel his muscles twitch when her nails grazed over them, his breath hitching when she slid one hand between their steaming bodies to stroke the length of his manhood.

Daniel captured her mouth with his, moaning down her throat when her thumb swirled over the tip of his rod, spreading the drops of pre-cum that had leaked out; her own essence from earlier acting as a stimulating lubricant for the rest of her hand so wonderfully pumping him to a higher state of arousal. Her touch never failed to send shivers of heat coursing through him, but it was her eyes, so expressive of her every mood, that made his heart pound. The love reflected in those violet depths was the biggest turn on for him. Love that humbled him, love that drove her to do anything to protect him regardless of the consequences. The thought caused an intrusion of pain to knife through him. In the back of his mind he knew that this heartache should be important, that there was a reason he was feeling it now, but then her gentle hands reached up to cup his face and her lips moved up to place a soft kiss to his forehead. The mystery pain melted away and only the joy and pleasure of love's lust remained.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and the urge to once again be inside her could no longer be denied. Taking pleasure in feeling her hot well welcoming him, he slid his pining member in. A blissful sigh echoed in his ears, one that was mirrored by his own voice. Though it took monumental effort he thrust slowly into her, burying himself as deeply as he could. But when Annika's hips ground against him, all thoughts of prolonging the moment evaporated. Her legs squeezed around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her kisses became more fervid with every flex of their hips, building quickly to the pinnacle of climax. The sounds of her orgasm, feeling her muscles contract around him, pushed him over the edge and his hot seed exploded from him, his whole body quivering as waves of pleasure consumed him.

He rolled onto his side, holding Annika close to him, savoring the slight tremble in her limbs and body that were pressed against him. His mind foggy with afterglow he brushed his lips to her forehead, his arms tightening around her. "Happy birthday, My Angel."

The body that was so drowsily and happily snuggled into his side stiffened and her head sprang up from his chest in shock. Blue and violet eyes locked and in that moment he felt a rush of love, guilt, heartache and panic. Then his arms were suddenly empty, Annika vanishing before his eyes.

Daniel came awake with a start, a flash of violet light blinking in front of his vision making him squint before the darkness of the room settled around him. For a long moment he laid perfectly still, his head foggy and thumping from too much Guinness and the realism of the lovemaking that apparently had been just a dream. A shiver ran through him as the cool night air leeched passion's heat from his skin. Becoming aware of a sticky patch of wetness that cooled quicker than the rest of his body, he lifted his head to see the 'results' of the dream staining his boxers.

It had been years since he'd experienced a wet dream...but had it just been a fantasy brought on by his longing to be with his wife? It had been so real. He could still feel her nipple between his lips, could taste her sweet nectar on his tongue.

He stumbled to the bathroom, his befuddled mind urging him to the shower before his boxers became glued to his skin. Fumbling for the light switch as he stripped, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Tentatively his finger traced the red mark at the base of his throat. A mark that hadn't been there before he'd nodded off. A mark he distinctly remembered soft lips creating with a gentle suck.

The hot water sluicing over his body cleared his head but not the headache. A memory flittered through; how in the 'dream' his thoughts of not wanting to break the spell of their lovemaking by talking, of the need to express himself only through touch. And then that split second before he'd woken up, the look on Annika's face when he'd given in to the urge and spoken. It had been real. He didn't know how but he knew in his heart that it was. Wondered if Annika would remember the dream...and if she did would it send her running again?

With a sigh, he dried off. Since he knew there was little hope of him going back to sleep, he headed downstairs to see Jack quietly entering the front door. He tilted his head curiously. "You went for a walk?"

Jack nodded, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it to the couch. "Have a nice dream?"

"It wasn't just a dream."

"Yeah, I figured. You had the purple glowy thing happening and some other obvious...er...signs."

"Oh." Daniel was too tired and too hungover to be able to muster up any embarrassment that Jack had witnessed at least the beginning of the non-dream lovemaking.

"How was it?"

"You really expect me to answer that?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. Jack knew better than to ask for the intimate details.

Jack grimaced, swiping a hand over his face as though to banish the imagery he'd conjured up. "Was it just you and Casper?"

"Yes."

"No mystery thing taking a sticky-beak or nuthin'?"

"Um...not that I noticed."

"Ya' not feeling the urge to run off or got an extra voice in your head?"

"Only the one telling me not to go drink for drink with you ever again." Daniel pressed his hand to forehead. "Can we end this conversation now?"

"Please, yes, let's do." Jack was more than willing to change the topic. He didn't try to convince Daniel not to make the inevitable pot of coffee for he guessed it was more an attempt to sober up than a defiant act to stay awake. In fact Jack could do with a cup of java himself.

Sipping the steaming brew he relayed the discoveries that had come via cell phone during his walk.

"Well, I guess that's something," Daniel sighed. They now had a way to control his wife's powers. All they had to do was get her.

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