Bitterly, Daniel wishes he could charge forward and place himself in that line of fire so they'd be forced to stand down, but he's saddled himself with cracked ribs, a broken arm, a dozen other physical injuries he can't remember that render him utterly useless because he stupidly threw himself on one sword too many, again.
His breath of relief upon understanding that Seth is still intangible, the bullets having streaked through him, cracks when Seth advances on the guard, eyes burning with defiance and broken purpose.
"No," Daniel says, then rapidly rising in frequency and desperation and pitch: "No, no, no, no no no no no nononononoNO!"
He pelts forward and makes it two steps before his legs slide out beneath him and he skids, painfully, against the hard cement SGC floor, his entire back wracked with pain, hard pinching numbness wrapped around all the important parts of his spine and compressing it into a single pressurized column of kaleidoscopic agony. He glances up, momentarily breathless, to protest again but glimpses a hardened light trailing out of Seth's hand, clasped with that of the security guard who attempted to neutralize him.
Before Daniel can begin to question the meaning of that, Seth puts the gun beneath his chin and shoots, and the sprayed crimson fountain strikes the ceiling wetly. Seth's body tumbles back in a broken arc to thud against the hard right angle where the floor meets the wall without fanfare.
Daniel can't breathe.
He thought he could save this one.
His head drops to stare at the floor without seeing it.
He thought he could save this one.
Wrong again.
--
Waking up is an incongruous exercise in relief and horrified realization. Daniel doesn't sleep for the remainder of the night.
see above re: this thread is in all ways terrible
His breath of relief upon understanding that Seth is still intangible, the bullets having streaked through him, cracks when Seth advances on the guard, eyes burning with defiance and broken purpose.
"No," Daniel says, then rapidly rising in frequency and desperation and pitch: "No, no, no, no no no no no nononononoNO!"
He pelts forward and makes it two steps before his legs slide out beneath him and he skids, painfully, against the hard cement SGC floor, his entire back wracked with pain, hard pinching numbness wrapped around all the important parts of his spine and compressing it into a single pressurized column of kaleidoscopic agony. He glances up, momentarily breathless, to protest again but glimpses a hardened light trailing out of Seth's hand, clasped with that of the security guard who attempted to neutralize him.
Before Daniel can begin to question the meaning of that, Seth puts the gun beneath his chin and shoots, and the sprayed crimson fountain strikes the ceiling wetly. Seth's body tumbles back in a broken arc to thud against the hard right angle where the floor meets the wall without fanfare.
Daniel can't breathe.
He thought he could save this one.
His head drops to stare at the floor without seeing it.
He thought he could save this one.
Wrong again.
--
Waking up is an incongruous exercise in relief and horrified realization. Daniel doesn't sleep for the remainder of the night.