I Thought He Was My Friend

My JAG told me the charges: kidnapping, assault, attempted murder.

Attempted.

That means Daniel was alive.

I asked to see him, but my JAG shot me a look of disgust and primly told me that Doctor Jackson was still in ICU and not up for visitors. I'd asked again a month later. This time, the Colonel came.

"Nice of you to visit," I quipped when I saw him come up to my cell. It had been so long. I had been in isolation for a month. Even a visit from my worst enemy was welcomed.

"I just came to tell you to stop asking," the Colonel snarled. "Daniel desn't want to see you."

I glared at him. "Liar." I shrugged and went back over to my bed and braced my feet on it to do sit ups.

"Like he would ever want to hear even your name again," the Colonel said incredulously. "The fact that you're on the same planet--no, the same *universe* he's in is too close."

I grunted as I finished my third set. "You think you can keep us apart?" I panted as I went up and down. "So you could keep that ass for yourself?"

"Listen, you sick fuck, not that it was ever your business, but we're just friends, nothing more."

I smirked. I could hear it in the Colonel's voice. "But you wish it wasn't just that, do you?"

The Colonel pounded the glass. "Not everyone is like you, you bastard! Not everyone thinks hurting Daniel can--"

"I didn't hurt him! You did!" I jumped back on my feet and stalked up to the glass. "He pined for you. I just gave him what he wanted. I showed him who was the better friend!"

The Colonel shot me a look of pity.

"Yes," the Colonel shook his head. "You did."

I roared, hit the glass that divided us, but the Colonel merely walked away.

Five months into my sentence, I was told my trial would begin soon since Daniel was recovered enough to testify. I was eager to see him again, see how he fared but to my disappointment, Daniel gave a written testimony and only the Colonel was there when the tribunal gave me life imprisonment.

Thirteen months into that, I did have one more visitor. A Colonel Maybourne. I agreed to everything he offered, even if it meant gating offworld for a year. He somehow found someone else to look like me by making them wear some weird device and took my place.

As I stood by a Stargate in Area 51, I thought about the photo I took when I snuck out to the Colonel's place. Daniel was arched in a hammock outside, the Colonel buried to the root inside my Daniel. Daniel took every thrust with wide eyes and moans before the Colonel let Daniel fuck him in return. Daniel came and then wept onto the Colonel's shoulder. I watched them the whole night as the Colonel held Daniel in the swaying hammock before leading him back inside for what I was sure was another fucking.

Bitch. Disloyal bitch, but I blame the Colonel, not my Daniel. Without me there, Daniel forgot everything I taught and showed him.

"Ready?" Maybourne asked me as I geared up.

I nodded and Maybourne shrugged. He never liked me, none of my new team did, but I didn't care. I just marched up to the Stargate and stared at the event horizon.

I heard I was apparently found dead, hanging in my cell a few weeks ago, with a note that said I was sorry. Ha. What a bowl of shit. Sorry for what? I wasn't hurting Daniel.

I stepped into the Stargate with one last thought before I was whisked away.

I was being his friend.

Wait for me, Daniel.

The End