The time Daniel thought he was going to die (of shock)
He’d asked for notepads, pens, ring binders and a stapler three times now, and they hadn’t materialized. If you want a job doing … So, Daniel decided to hunt down the supplies himself. Siler pointed him in the vague direction of a small room on Level 17. It was bypassing procedure but what the hell. He refused to fill in any more requisition forms. Or maybe he’d fill them in using Epi-Olmec script. Yeah, maybe he would. He flicked on the light and began searching the shelves, realizing he was probably in the wrong place when all he could find were mops, toilet cleaner and disinfectant that reminded him a little too much of the toilets in his first school in New York. Hidden behind a storage unit, he found himself penned in when two men burst through the door, mumbled something, laughed and switched off the light. Pitched into complete darkness, he could see nothing, but he could hear plenty. Wet kissing sounds, the frantic rustling of clothing, slurping, sucking noises and then muffled expletives and a long, low groan that sounded as though it was stifled behind a hand. Ragged breaths, then “No, no time, just jerk me. Fast. I’m so fucking turned on. Yeah. Oh, fuck, yes, yes … nnggh.” And more kisses and a series of endearments, which surprised and, he noted, moved him. More rustling of clothes, whispers, a final long kiss and the door opened and closed. He stood there for several minutes, mentally replaying what he’d heard. His heart was beating fast. He was so aroused he couldn’t breathe. He absently touched himself through his BDUs. Hearing two men make out had made him hard. Who knew.
The time Daniel thought he was going to die (for real)
The wormhole looked the same as the hundreds he had walked through in his five years with the program. But it wasn’t and he had no idea where this one was taking him. He could close his eyes and step through into … nothing. He didn’t know. It was with some surprise that he realized he didn’t much care, either. Oma was offering him Ascension. The chance to do more; the chance to escape from this broken life and this broken body. It wasn’t a choice at all. But if Oma turned out to be merely a construct of his desperate, pain-ridden mind, which is precisely what he believed at this last second before stepping though, then he was about to die. He turned at the top of the ramp, and there was Jack, hands in pockets, already looking sad. In his heart, he whispered, “Ask me stay. Ask me. I’d die for you … but I’d live for you, too.” But Jack just stood there, waiting for Daniel to make the move. So he turned, faced the shimmering pool and took his giant leap of faith.
Five Times Daniel Thought he Was Going to Die Part 2
He’d asked for notepads, pens, ring binders and a stapler three times now, and they hadn’t materialized.
If you want a job doing …
So, Daniel decided to hunt down the supplies himself. Siler pointed him in the vague direction of a small room on Level 17. It was bypassing procedure but what the hell. He refused to fill in any more requisition forms. Or maybe he’d fill them in using Epi-Olmec script. Yeah, maybe he would.
He flicked on the light and began searching the shelves, realizing he was probably in the wrong place when all he could find were mops, toilet cleaner and disinfectant that reminded him a little too much of the toilets in his first school in New York.
Hidden behind a storage unit, he found himself penned in when two men burst through the door, mumbled something, laughed and switched off the light.
Pitched into complete darkness, he could see nothing, but he could hear plenty.
Wet kissing sounds, the frantic rustling of clothing, slurping, sucking noises and then muffled expletives and a long, low groan that sounded as though it was stifled behind a hand.
Ragged breaths, then “No, no time, just jerk me. Fast. I’m so fucking turned on. Yeah. Oh, fuck, yes, yes … nnggh.”
And more kisses and a series of endearments, which surprised and, he noted, moved him.
More rustling of clothes, whispers, a final long kiss and the door opened and closed.
He stood there for several minutes, mentally replaying what he’d heard.
His heart was beating fast.
He was so aroused he couldn’t breathe.
He absently touched himself through his BDUs.
Hearing two men make out had made him hard.
Who knew.
The time Daniel thought he was going to die (for real)
The wormhole looked the same as the hundreds he had walked through in his five years with the program.
But it wasn’t and he had no idea where this one was taking him.
He could close his eyes and step through into … nothing.
He didn’t know. It was with some surprise that he realized he didn’t much care, either.
Oma was offering him Ascension. The chance to do more; the chance to escape from this broken life and this broken body.
It wasn’t a choice at all.
But if Oma turned out to be merely a construct of his desperate, pain-ridden mind, which is precisely what he believed at this last second before stepping though, then he was about to die.
He turned at the top of the ramp, and there was Jack, hands in pockets, already looking sad.
In his heart, he whispered, “Ask me stay. Ask me. I’d die for you … but I’d live for you, too.”
But Jack just stood there, waiting for Daniel to make the move.
So he turned, faced the shimmering pool and took his giant leap of faith.