|dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs,|
@ 2005-10-29 11:53:00
|Current music:||The Gravity of the Situation - Vic Chestnut|
|Entry tags:||angst, au, author: quinn, daniel, established relationship, fandom: sg-1, hurt/comfort, jack, jack/daniel, nc17, noncon, slash|
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Title: An Echo of Freedom
Genre: Slash, Angst, AU, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Non-Con, Violence, Issues of Consent
Notes: This story takes place in an Alternate Universe where the military has a stronger presence both in life in general, and the Stargate in specific. The military stuck around and estabilshed a base on Abydos, and when in a huge battle between the Goa'uld and the military, a good portion of the human population of the planet were destroyed or left homeless, Daniel opted to stay and help care for the surviors instead of return to Earth. He was branded as a traitor, and is now the property of the man who turned him in - Colonel Jack O'Neill.
Daniel struggles to keep his sanity and dignity in a world where his entire life is controled by the military, and his very survival is in the hands of those he hates and despises. He's protected (in some ways) by O'Neill, but his status as a prisoner, leaves him open to abuse and mistreatment, accepted by all as his due for his "betrayal" of his own race. Every night he dreams of his wife and freedom, only to wake to a world of despair from which he sees no chance of escape, except death.
I love this story. It's bleak, and filled with horror, but Daniel's struggles to keep his dignity, and Jack's efforts to find a way to reach through to him, make this Universe real to me. There really can be no truly happy ending, here, Daniel is always going to be a prisoner - no matter what happens. But you hope all the way through that the two can at least find some balance that can keep them both alive and help them find some peace in their lives.
For some reason, Quinn has taken her fiction off Area 52, but I found this copy on The Angst Archive, thank goodness. I saved a copy for myself. I really don't want to lose this fic. Quinn used to have more fic on Area 52. If anyone knows of a website, or another archive where more of her fic is kept, please let me know!
Daniel rolled over and pushed himself up from the mattress. He ran a hand across the top of the bedside table. The sterile air sent shivers down his naked spine as he fumbled in the dark for his glasses. His questing fingers touched cool metal. Peering through the gloom, a glint of silver caught his eye. Revulsion boiled in his gut as he stared at the blurry object. The symbol of his imprisonment lay in a jumble next to his folded wire frames. He looked over his shoulder at the dark shape stretched out behind him. There was no escape. He picked up the dog tags. They jangled softly as he slipped them over his head, loathing the feel of the metal against his skin. His fist clenched around the small rectangles. The engraving would be unintelligible in the dim light, but he knew what it said. It was burned into his brain as surely as the deep blue tattoo was burned into the back of his right hand. Both proclaimed his status as a prisoner of the United States Air Force.
Running a hand over the stubble covering his scalp, he yawned. The thin sheets rustled as he moved, prompting a deep voice to grumble in protest. Daniel stood, careful not to jar the bed's occupant. With a grunt, his warden rolled over to go back to sleep. Daniel unfolded the glasses and put them on. In the poor light, they didn't help much, but he didn't really need them to see what he was doing. Routine carried him through gathering his discarded clothing. It only took a minute to dress in the semidarkness, then he slipped out of the room. The door closed with a soft click that thundered in his ears as he walked away from the quarters of Colonel Jack O'Neill.
I rate this fic: Pretty Damn Good