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Can't Stand the Distance, Can't Dream Alone [open to all]

The sleeping rifties might have a difficult time realizing they're dreaming this evening, in part because tonight's dreams are atypically vivid, even compared to the rift's usual efforts. Perhaps that is because it's drawing so heavily from the memories of the dreamers, themselves, and using that information to recreate their home worlds in stunning detail. And that is the real reason the dreamers might not be eager to accept the unreality of the situation: the situation is one that many of them have been hoping for for months or even years. In their dreams tonight, the rifties are going home.

Perhaps they arrive in the same moment that they left. Perhaps months have passed at home, or they might even find themselves arriving before their departure point. But those are small details when compared to the overwhelming realization that they're back where they belong.

They're not alone. Many dreamers will find the rift has given them a companion for the return trip. Well, an uncomplicated return home is probably more than anyone could have hoped for, anyway. And for the unwitting visitor, perhaps another universal displacement will be easier to bear with the addition of a local guide.

[ooc: usual dream party rules apply; all are welcome, and dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. Also at the players' discretion: when their character arrives in their 'home universe,' and how many (if any) locals they'd want to run into.]

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Seth flinches a little at the hand on his shoulder. It's Daniel, he has to remind himself. Someone he trusts, who has no intention of hurting him. The last time he put his hand on his shoulder, Seth had welcomed it. But it's so hard to block out these reactions right now, it's completely automatic, visceral.

He wants to ask Daniel not to touch him right now, but he's having trouble with words at the moment. The entire situation, and Daniel carrying around explosives, and... whatever the hell kind of mess he's stumbled into. From what he can tell, Daniel really wasn't joking when he said warzone. How did he even get here? This very obviously is not Manhattan, or anywhere near it.

And he's in his pyjamas, barefeet in the grass, and he's probably having a subdued, slow-burning panic attack or something right now, judging by the tightness of his chest, how clammy he feels, how his hands won't stop shaking. But he knows if he breaks down properly, he might not be able to pull himself together again. So instead he allows himself to be led, swallowing down his nausea.

"It'll be okay," Daniel says automatically. It won't, but the guy still looks terrified out of his mind. He needs to hear it.

He gauges their distance from their escape hatch carefully, then once they're far enough away flips the trigger switch.

"Brace yourself," is all the warning he has time to offer.

The C4 detonates in a concussive chemical decomposition of nitrogen and plasticizers, rumbling the ground and leaving the now crater-like area behind them belching thick plumes of smoke. Daniel spares it a wary backward look over one shoulder as he carefully guides his civilian onward. Any rebels left in that facility won't be following them any longer.

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It's definitely not enough warning. Even knowing what Daniel is doing, the force of the explosion seems to rip through Seth. Not literally, because they're far enough away that he's not even knocked off his feet, despite how unsteady he feels at moment.

He doesn't look back. He wonders how many people just died because Daniel pressed that button. Surely the people who by now might've been making their way up the hatch. Probably more nearby. Dozens, maybe. Perhaps even more. Seth can't gauge the logistics of it.

Images make their way unbidden into his mind, now there's nothing but walking to focus on. The closest ones would've been blown to bits, dead in an instant. The ones further away won't have been so lucky. They'll still be alive, but not for long. Body parts blown off, letting them bleed to death. Or getting trapped under debris from the cave-ins undoubtedly caused by the explosion, crushed to death, or perhaps slow suffocation.

He wonders what they're thinking. What they're fighting for. Whether they know who's killed them. What their names are. He wonders if Daniel knows.

Without warning, he drops forward onto all four, and empties the contents of his stomach onto the ground.

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The guy goes down anyway despite being a reasonable distance from the blast radius and Daniel drops into a crouch beside him, wrapping one arm over him for support. He's not handling this well, and this is exactly the wrong time for this to be happening.

"It's okay," he says, again and again and again, a formless orison buried in uncertainty. "It's okay."

They can't stay here. They can't stay here. They need to move.

Daniel sees the projectile heading straight for their position before it hits, and his stomach drops in an agonized knot.

"Down," he orders pointlessly, because they're already down, but he has to push the civilian down anyway and shield him from the worst as best as he can in the split second he has.

The projectile, the bomb or the missile or the mortar or whatever it is, strikes close enough to send fragmented shrapnel spinning their way. Daniel's vest takes the brunt of the force but several shards of debris bounce off his shoulders and legs and the back of his neck in tiny, stinging pellets. It's too close. That is way too close.

The distance they'd achieved is evidently not enough. Their position is compromised. They need to move. Their position is compromised. Their position is compromised.

Seth wishes he could stop shaking, that he could believe Daniel's words and move on. But even if he doesn't believe, it's comforting to hear Daniel's voice saying it, because this is still Daniel and Seth trusts him and Seth needs to remember that.

A closer look at his own sick isn't exactly what he needs right now, he thinks dully as Daniel pushes him down. He quivers at the blast. It's probably a good thing he can barely feel his limbs at the moment, because it muffles the sharp pain of debris hitting his legs, the parts of him Daniel can't cover. But they're still alive, and Daniel isn't crying out in pain or anything so it can't be that bad.

He pushes himself up a little, grabbing onto Daniel's vest, trying to signal he can move again. Mostly because he has to. "Go," he chokes out, wishing he could deal with this, wishing he could be even remotely useful.

God, this guy is practically falling apart, one hand fisted into the thick fabric of Daniel's vest, trembling so hard Daniel can feel it. He keeps one arm wrapped around the other man's back as he pulls him to his feet as quickly as he dares.

"I'm sorry." He shouldn't be moved, he really shouldn't, not when he's shaking like this and not when he's dealing with everything so poorly, but they do not have the option. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry this is happening."

And then they have to move, because the next impact smashes into the building closest to them and blows half the thing out, chunks of wood and plaster and molded steel tumbling between choking clouds of thick white dust. Daniel practically has to haul the other man alongside him to hare away. Fleetingly, he wishes he could move him gently but knows there simply is not enough time, makes a zigzagged path to the nearest building.

They don't enter it; that would be tantamount to suicide with the way the missiles blasted through the last building so easily. Instead Daniel makes for the relative cover of the back of the faintly militarian boxlike walls, blinking away runnels of sweat intermingled with heavy dust.

"They've found us," Daniel informs the other man tautly. "The rebels, they - we need to get someplace they can't follow."

Things mostly seems to go by in a blur at this point. The numbness is not just in his body now, but also starting to cover his mind. Thankfully, it makes it a lot easier to deal with being forcibly dragged around, and not be completely terrified out of his mind by all the explosions. Or perhaps this is being terrified out of his mind, he notes distantly, because his mind does seem pretty far away. As they run, he's starting to feel disconnected from it. He sees and hears just as much but it seems only tangentially related to him.

He gives a detached nod at Daniel's words. It's not like Seth has any suggestions. Well. Maybe there's sewers or something. But Seth does not want to go back underground.

Now the guy's just faded into complete desensitization it looks like, which is really not good. That kind of compartmentalization is what precludes a sliding lack of caution, and Daniel did not just destroy the lives of what was probably at least a dozen people to watch this unnamed, unarmed civilian die due to his own manufactured apathy.

"You're gonna be okay," Daniel says, offering his shoulder a tight squeeze before releasing him. "Just - okay, here. Tell me your name, your world."

Get him talking, get him communicating, get him alive in every sense of the term before they need to move again. Relation. Connect. Keep him breathing, get him out of this.

The good thing about this detachment is it offers a bit more clarity of thought. He can go through what he knows. Daniel knows this place. Daniel is here deliberately. Daniel is not the same one Seth knows. This is not Manhattan, or probably anywhere near it. It doesn't look like the same timeframe either. Yet it doesn't feel like a dream, even now.

The amnesia and time passage theory is not completely unthinkable, but he's wearing the exact same thing he was when he was at his apartment. And there's just a lot of shit that must've happened between then and now for this all to make sense. And, well, the only other time he's experienced this extreme kind of displacement... So. The Rift's spit him out somewhere else. Daniel's universe. At this point it seems to be the only reasonable conclusion.

So, where are they? When are they? Hell if he knows. Daniel looks about the same age. 2005, or a few before? Except this doesn't look like 2005. Well. Daniel's an intergalactic explorer, right? This might not even be Earth, and that's a strange thought. But it makes sense, especially with how Daniel is asking him what his world is.

Right. He blinks and looks up when he remembers Daniel just spoke to him. It takes him a moment to realise he should probably answer.

"Um... Seth. Earth, England. Mostly," he answers. He doesn't quite seem to be at the stage of full sentences yet.

"Earth? You're from Earth? You mean - you are Tau'ri." Daniel squints at him, momentarily flummoxed. "How did you - never mind, not, not really important, okay." He sucks in a quick breath, runs a scratched and dirt-stained hand through his equally dust-covered hair. This isn't good. This is - the odds of this, he's sure, are astronomical. He'll have to ask Sam when he gets back to the SGC, when they get back, because Daniel isn't just going to leave this guy here.

"Okay. Okay." Rapidfire explanation. They're running out of time. "This? This is a planet called 'Tegalus.' Right now it's in open civil war between, uh, between the two continental powers and a third faction of fanatical insurgents, and -"

The shrieking whistle of an incoming ballistic projectile breaks him off. The building they've taken cover behind rattles ominously in response to the too-close-for-comfort collision but its foundations hold. Daniel can't imagine it'll survive a second strike.

Is that even remotely enough of an explanation? It'll have to do.

"Right, we need to move." He turns to the guy, the civilian - Seth, apparently - and jerks his head tersely at the cityscape. Now that he's forming words and working his way up to complete sentences, hopefully it means he's recovered enough coordination to get moving on his own. Daniel doesn't want to manhandle him all the way there, especially since the guy isn't even wearing shoes. "City's our safest bet. They're less eager to fire on densely populated areas."

Okay, well, apparently Tau'ri means... Human? Earthling? From the Milky Way? Who even knows. Hopefully not important. He tries to absorb the explanation, though most of it has already been made decently obvious. He doesn't really care about much more than that. He knows he'll just follow Daniel for as long as possible. What he'll do if that becomes no longer possible, well, that depends on where he is then.

This time when he nods, he seems a little more present and conscious. He even thinks of a question that seems important enough to ask. "And, uh. People who won't, won't shoot us?"

"Depending on who they are and who they think we are, it's really - not easy to tell. I think we're best avoiding everyone until I can recognize a friendly." With a slant of his chin, he indicates their next available cover, the slightly smoking skeleton of what had probably once been a house at some point, now bereft. Some thin walls still cling to their structure, upright enough to shield them for a few seconds.

"If you see anyone, if anyone sees you - don't answer, just run," Daniel warns. "Come on." After a rapid sweep of the horizon, he darts from one temporary shelter to the next.

Seth hurries along right behind him, though honestly he's not really able to keep much of a look-out while he's moving. It wasn't so bad out on the grass, or inside the base, but out here it's a different story. He needs to be very aware of where he's putting his feet, and yeah he's most definitely going to end up scratched and bruised, but he'd like that to be the worst of it. If he steps on something particularly painful, he might end up losing his balance, which is not something he wants while he's running for cover. Still, he manages.

They make their ducking, halting progress from cover to cover, and gradually the sounds of weapons fire become faint enough that Daniel can nurse that tentative hope starting to wriggle in his chest. If he can just figure a way to draw the rebels away from the gate, he can get him and Seth home and it won't be -

They're just at the city's edge, populated areas well within sight, when it feels like everything around them goes off at once.

Daniel instinctively torques, about-faces, slams into Seth and brings them both to the ground once more but that protective measure is the exact opposite of what they need, Daniel realizes too late, because the architecture surrounding them is groaning overhead, buildings threatening to topple - teetering -

The structures fold inward, rubble pouring at them, Daniel curses himself for not thinking to run instead, and his thoughts fly to the innocent who was dragged into this without reason or purpose, and he thinks of being crushed to death in rockfalls, and this will be his fault. Isn't it always?

Getting slammed onto his back on the incredibly solid ground is not fun, his back probably bruised from his very first landing here. But at least this time he doesn't get his breath knocked out of him, there's just pain, and right now he can deal with pain. Pain is focusing, in a way.

He can see the walls crumbling at them, about to bury them, and he acts in pure instinct, making the rubble fall through them instead of onto them.

"Don't let go of me," he orders Daniel, with a hell of a lot more intensity than he's shown since he got here.

This is important. If Daniel lets go, it won't end well. But they can't stay here. Seth can't keep them phased out like this forever, especially with his current physical state. And if they get properly buried by rubble, even if they won't get crushed by it, there won't be any air to breathe. Holding onto Daniel tightly, he pushes at him and tries to get to his feet.

Daniel braces himself for the hail of rock and debris that would seal them in their impersonal detrital cairn.

He waits for the ring of a boulder against the base of his neck that will shut off his brain functions all at once.

(Again.)

And the skidding and sliding of rubble is clear and distinct in his head, and he opens his eyes and can see the rocks moving through him and the civilian, the, the - Seth, Seth warns that he can't let go but Daniel's immediate reaction is to tear away, he is intangible, no, no no no no no no this is not good, he -

Seth is moving him. Daniel grips the fabric of his shirt far too tightly; it is his turn to shake, it is his turn to freeze, just for a moment until they can get - the hell - away -

As soon as they're in the clear, Daniel jerks away from other man, hands raised in a half-defensive, half-surrendering gesture.

"What was that?" he asks, his hands trembling, one fist clenching and unclenching to assure himself of his solidity, his heart roaring in his throat, his epinephrine spiking horribly even though he could stay so calm as he murdered dozens in their sealed little hatchway, distantly sickened and fascinated in equal, horrible measure. "What the hell did you do."

He is solid. He is solid. He is solid. He is here and he is solid, he has always been solid except for the times when he hasn't, but those times are not now because he is here and he is solid. He is solid.

Seth doesn't expect Daniel to react the way he does. What with how calm and collected he's been so far, and how he's surely died at least once at this point, you'd think he'd be more okay with weird shit.

But he hadn't reacted all that great the last time Seth had done it to him, had he? The one time he'd been properly conscious for, back in that underwater place. Perhaps it's a thing with him. Not when Seth does it maybe, but when it's done to Daniel.

It's almost more frightening than anything that's happened so far, seeing Daniel so scared. Seeing Daniel so scared of him, even. Jerking away like that. It's painful to see, in a way more painful than the beating he's taken today.

Breathing hard himself, temporarily exhausted by the effort of that, Seth sinks to his knees and sits down, trying to gather himself. Doing it briefly isn't too hard, but having to maintain it for ages while they got clear took its toll on his already worn body.

"I can pass through things. And, um, extend the effect," he explains. That much had been obvious of course, but he's saying it mostly to acknowledge and confirm that he knows what happened, that he did it intentionally.

He watches Daniel worriedly, waiting for Daniel to regain some of his calm, cause Seth has neither the energy nor the knowledge to actually take charge of this situation.

Clearly exerting that heretofore unknown reflex is exhausting on some level, because Seth is breathing heavily and looks like he's about to collapse from sheer weariness. Daniel eyes him with faint suspicion, horribly tempted for a minute to point his weapon. He decides against it. The guy did not react well to weapons fire of any sort, and it wouldn't be necessary.

"And you're from Earth?" he demands dubiously. This guy is an anomaly on every level. Wouldn't this have attracted someone's attention? Shouldn't the SGC know? "And you can do this naturally? No that - that isn't a Tau'ri thing. That isn't an Earth thing, do you realize, do -"

A nearby line of buildings rumbles menacingly, their unstable frames shuddering, and Daniel flinches.

They don't have time for this right now.

"No, I'm," he breathes, shakes himself, stretches out a faintly trembling hand to help the guy to his feet, "I'm sorry. That isn't important, not now, just - just warn me. Before you. You know."

Seth nods in response to the request, and takes Daniel's hand, getting to his feet. He would very much like to lie down and sleep for a week, but that's hardly an option.

"Sorry," he says honestly, giving him an apologetic look. There really wasn't much time for an explanation, and it hadn't yet occurred to him that he might need to give one. Seth wonders if his Daniel is this uncomfortable with it too. Whether it makes him uncomfortable that Seth can do it? He hadn't acted like it the first time - nerdy excitement had probably been the phrase Seth would use to describe his reaction to it.

"It's a long story, I promise I'll tell you later," he adds. He wants to reassure Daniel, and showing he has faith in them getting out of here seems a decent way to do it. Not that he isn't still having trouble coping with everything, but for the moment he seems to have adjusted enough to function for the time being.

"Yeah, okay." 'Long story,' right. He can believe it. At least it was well-timed, Daniel can give him that. The edged anxiety of combat intermingled with the sheer unexpectedness of the thing had simply been so - jarring.

"It's - that whole thing, that - is also long story. Bad experiences with, with phasing," he mutters, but that's about as far as he's willing to take that explanation at the present time.

He's starting to worry that the city itself won't actually be safe due to how eager the rebels apparently are to fire on populated buildings. Yet he can't think of where else they could go. They can't afford to move too far from the gate's current location and whatever passes for a standing government now would be situated here unless it's been dismantled already, and they're completely isolated from Earth. Daniel doesn't have the rest of SG-1 with him on this one. They're on the other side of the silent gate, trying to navigate the red tape to get the military firepower to extract him, or to approach the rebels diplomatically, except Daniel has tried diplomacy and look where that got them.

He pauses for a minute, paralyzed by indecision, then moves in the unerring direction of the city. He simply doesn't have any other ideas.

"Keep behind me," he warns Seth, completely unnecessarily. If they get hit by a close enough explosion, it won't matter where Seth is standing in relation to Daniel unless he's close enough to phase them again. As wary as Daniel is about the thought, it's still the best defense tactic they have.

Seth nods, first to the explanation then the warning. He has no desire to go first, but he keeps very close. Close enough to grab him should it be necessary. Which it very well might be. But at least Daniel seems to realise this too.

Again he seems to focus just as much on simply where he's putting his feet, which are becoming more and more sore. He can't even remember the last time he went barefoot outside, so it's not like they're adjusted to it. At least his anxiety levels are holding steady as a reasonable level. Small mercies, and all that.

"Um... Weird question," he says suddenly, even if he realises this will cause even more confusion and suspicion from Daniel. "What year is it?"

The city, made up of uniform brown-gray buildings, looks vaguely like it belongs in some past era of human industrialism and the streets are almost completely empty. The civilians have all either fled or are in hiding, which has Daniel peripherally worried but he's more concerned about his unexpected charge at the moment.

"Um." He looks at him oddly, but it's hardly the strangest question he's gotten in this line of work. With the variation of planets and different sun cycles, there's bound to be discrepancies. "2004. At least, it is on Earth. I don't know how they record time here."

He pokes a door of one of the innumerable houses open with the nozzle of the P-90 and peers inside, but the place looks deserted. A quick sweep of the floors and walls don't reveal any access to an underground shelter, so Daniel assumes the place is deserted. A faint rumble rattles some unseen cutlery in the drawers but he goes and rummages through some of the cupboards and boxes anyway.

"Here." He exits with a pair of extremely battered looking boots and holds them out to Seth with a mild grimace. "Hope they're your size. Cutting your foot open around here is, well, really not something we wanna have happen." But Daniel imagines Seth's gathered that by now.

2004. So, anywhere between just under two years or almost no time at all before Daniel fell through the Rift, depending what time of year it is now and what it was when Daniel fell through -- will be when... But then, if Seth met Daniel in his past, then Daniel would know Seth, wouldn't he? So maybe this isn't the same Daniel. Or maybe -- who knows? Seth sure doesn't.

He doesn't know what Daniel's looking for, so he keeps a lookout while Daniel rummages around, though he makes sure not to let him completely out of his sight or too far away to reach him in time, should something happen. He suddenly becomes more aware of what he's wearing, and remembers his shirt has been open this entire time, so he reaches up to button it. He fumbles a little, but his hands aren't shaking as much as they were earlier.

When he realises what Daniel was looking for, he is immensely grateful. "Thanks," he says, taking them from him and brushing off his feet a bit before putting them on. They're a little tight, but it's a far cry better than being barefoot. Hopefully now they can move a bit quicker too, and maybe he looks a little bit less like he's just rolled out of bed. Although the dust and dirt that covers them both probably does that well enough.

In this process, he also suddenly realises that he can't feel the weight of the gun anymore. He feels for it, but there's nothing there. He realises he must've lost it before Daniel rammed into him, or he's pretty sure he would've felt landing on it. It probably happened while Daniel was practically dragging him along. Seth hadn't been aware enough to notice then.

"I.. I've lost the gun," he tells Daniel self-consciously. Not that he had any intention on using it, but he feels guilty for losing it.

He keeps a lookout while Seth gets the things on. Daniel wishes he could find him better protection, especially seeing as shrapnel and bullets have been aimed at them both in high capacity.

"I have enough clips to last us a while," Daniel assures him, but he can't fully mask the low twist of disappointment. Now the man really is defenseless. He's hoping his phasing power should keep him safe, providing he gets fair warning to use it. "Couple grenades, though ideally it won't come to that."

The sentence trails off as an idea starts to solidify. A very very supremely bad idea, but they're cut off and alone and up against three warring factions that have no interest in them save for what they mean as a military resource.

"Or maybe it should come to that." He glances at Seth again, chest tightening. He's loathe to ask the man to risk his life, but it might mean their only chance of getting back to Earth. "How, er, how long can you shift phase for? Can you localize it?"

"Uh," Seth answers, frowning up at him in confusion. "Yeah. It, uh, it depends. Longer with smaller areas. Few minutes in total, at most."

He walked through a lot of walls when he escaped from the base, which had left him completely drained, and had mostly been fueled by desperation. But he's not all that great with extended phasing. When he just has to get through something, it only takes a few seconds. If he's stuck in something for longer, like just now with the rubble, it takes a lot more out of him.

"Why?" he asks warily. Something in Daniel's question makes him worried. Not to mention the discussion of grenades.

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tw: npc death, warfare, general unpleasantness for the whole thread cause i forgot to put warnings

tw: and more graphic description of that death

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tw: mild panic

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