Temptation Island? 2 (Or, Daniel is afraid of Mosquitos)
by Allison
EMAIL: atsammy@home.com
STATUS: Finished/ Sequel to Temptation Island?
RATING: Pg-13
CATEGORY: Daniel/Janet, hurt/comfort, romance, humor.
CONTENT WARNING: Shipper, bad mouthing Janet's ex, hint of sex at the end
SPOILERS: same as for TI?. "The Curse"
SEASON: Any time after Cassie.
SUMMARY: Daniel's POV of "Temptation Island?"
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the
property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This
piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes
and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously
unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the
author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
and not intended by the author.
DAY 1
Janet hates me. I can tell. I think she's glaring at me, but I can't be
sure. I don't want to look in case she actually is. She doesn't like
sitting in the sun, even though when I offered her my wide brimmed hat, she
turned it down. She muttered something about sunburns, then wrapped a
t-shirt around her head. It looks funny, but I know better then to laugh at
a doctor, especially one who seems to enjoy giving shots as much as she
does.
Anyway, we're stuck on this island somewhere between Bermuda and Florida.
Our plane, pilot, and most of our luggage is out there in the water
somewhere. Some of it we managed to pull to shore with us; one of my
bags(it has underwear and stuff in it), two of hers, and a couple shirts
that have got to belong to the pilot since neither of us recognize them.
The only reason we're here and not home is because we left a couple days
later then Sam did from Egypt. I wanted to make sure Stephen would be ok,
unfortunately we couldn't be flown home on a military plane unless we wanted
to wait five months. Somehow I doubt General Hammond would appreciate
that...
Gah... I hope we get rescued soon. The glare on her face has reached epic
proportions. Maybe if I offer her something to eat, she'll stop sending me
the death glare.
DAY 2
Man am I an idiot. A major idiot. I have a Doctorate in Archaeology. I've
gone out on digs in insect infested areas a million times. You'd think I'd
be able to tell a poisonous spider from a non-poisonous one. I think the
world is just laughing at us now. Me especially. This is what happened. I
went down to the shore to wash my face off this morning when I woke up, and
when I came back to where Janet was sleeping, there was this huge spider on
her. Now, I admit that I'm not the worlds greatest soldier, but I don't
freak out at large insects. I mean, I'm can handle myself around a Go'auld,
right? But I digress... I saw the spider, and for some reason I grabbed a
nearby stick and tried to knock it off of her. Instead of hitting it
though, I hit Janet. In the ribs. She'd woken up just before I swung at
her, and her movements caused the spider to scurry off, but not in time for
me to stop.
I apologized profusely, but she's still glaring at me. She wandered off
alone awhile ago, and came back to tell me she found some fresh water and
fruit. She gave me a giant banana to eat, and hasn't spoken to me since.
DAY 3
Did she have to mention mosquitoes? I can handle bugs, usually, even
spiders, but not mosquitoes. I've had to many bloodsuckers around me to
ever be comfortable around them. They terrify me. I think I'm getting
bruises from slapping them as they come near me. Is she laughing at me?
I hate my life. She talked me into going swimming. I had nothing better to
do so, hey, what the hell, right? She has this REALLY sexy bathing suit
on(hey, it's hot out, there's no shade. Normal thoughts for a guy. Right?)
and all I could find was a pair of cotton boxer shorts I got as a gag gift
from Jack last year. Well, we go into the water, and unfortunately, I
forgot how much cotton clings to you when it's wet. I remembered to late,
and I KNOW that Janet was laughing at me. She tried to hide it, nearly
choked herself, but I could tell. I'm still hoping my face was red because
of the sun. Seeing her with water rolling of of her... wow... All I can
say is wow...
She's asleep now. I know this for a fact, because she's using my arm as a
pillow. It's gotten cold in the past couple hours, and by now I think we've
got most of our clothes piled on top of us for warmth. I just realized I've
never seen her asleep. She's always running around the SGC, being a doctor,
or hanging out with Sam that I've never seen her rest at all. Not even nap.
I've seen Sam, Jack, even Teal'c do so, and I know she's seen me(from all
the times I've been in her infirmary). She looks very... peaceful.
DAY 4
We didn't do much today. It rained for most of it. I had an interesting
morning though. I woke up a little before Janet did and was too afraid to
move. Somehow during the night we'd maneuvered ourselves so that she was
pressed back against me and I was wrapped around her. I even had a leg over
hers. I decided not to do anything and just enjoy it while it lasted. When
Janet stirred a few minutes later, I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. I
don't think she noticed a difference.
When it started to rain, the wind knocked down a couple of those big
palmy-type leaves. We used those as makeshift umbrellas. We huddled under
them against a tree with our clothes. Janet sat in my lap. It was nice.
It doesn't look like this storm will be letting up soon, though. It's
almost nighttime and the clouds look to have gotten bigger and darker then
they were at lunch. It's nice though to be here with someone. I'd hate to
be trapped by myself, or, God forbid, Janet be trapped here by herself(not
that she wouldn't be able to take care of herself... it's just... I think
I want to be where she is).
DAY 5
Turns out I was right. It did rain again today, but it wasn't as bad as
yesterday's storm was, thankfully. We could hear each other talk, at least.
It was an interesting conversation, to say the least. Despite my wishes, we
haven't ever just talked to each other. When we've talked, it's been more
in
the style of: Oh, all of SG-1 is here with us, what can I say? or the small
flirtations in the infirmary when I'm in there for yet another injury. I
don't get hurt on purpose, you know.
Anyway, like I said it was an interesting conversation. Some of it was the
basics that one would think everyone knew about their friends, like food and
drink preferences, but we didn't. Books and movies come next, then we had a
bite to eat. Then came the heavy stuff. We'd been talking about our first
impressions of the SGC when the topic of Sha'ure came up. I surprised
myself with how easy it was to talk about my wife with Janet. She seemed
genuinely interested, even though I'm fairly certain Sam or Jack or someone
else has told her the basics of my marriage, especially after the funeral on
Abydos. I know I started crying in there somewhere, because Janet wiped
some tears off my face. That's when I noticed some tears on her face, as
well. She'd been crying for me. That realization stunned me. I hope I can
remember all of the next bit of conversation. She told me about her
husband, but I think she said it better then I could summarize it in my
head.
"Are you all right, Janet?"
"Yeah, it just sounds... wonderful, even though it didn't end as you'd
hoped. I wish mine... Well, you were lucky with your marriage."
"What was yours like? You never said anything about it, and then one day
you were divorced."
"It was nothing like yours."
She'd said that so low I'd almost missed it.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I know, corny, but it was the only thing I could come up with.
"I... don't know. I've just never talked about it with anyone while I was
sober."
"If you don't want to, that's fine. I'll understand. I know how long it
took me to be able to talk about Sha'ure."
"No, I'll tell you. Just, don't mention it to anyone, okay?"
"I won't, promise."
"Ok... Tony and I met while I was in med school at Georgetown. The Air
Force had put me through college via ROTC, and was now paying a large part
of my medical school bills as well. He was a computer engineering student,
going for his masters. We got married in my second year, right after I
started my residency at DC General. It was a mess for awhile, we rarely saw
each other very often that first year.
"When I got out med school, my specialty was already exotic diseases. One
summer, I'd gone to Peru and worked with the doctors there that treated
diseases I'd
never heard of. Tony thought it was great, I wouldn't have a practice, so I
could stay home a lot, or work regular hours at an office. He'd forgotten I
had a commitment to the Air Force, and he expected me to just turn my back
on the people who'd given me that opportunity. He wasn't happy when I got
transferred to the base Turkey that we were just at.
"He didn't do anything, though, to make it easier for me. He complained a
lot about being in a foreign country, and trying to make me ask for a
transfer back home before my tour was over. He hated the fact that I was
enjoying it. There were times where I gave in to some of his demands just
to get him to shut up for a while.
"It didn't get any better when I was transferred back to the States. He
could now work and bring in money, so he decided that I no longer needed to
be in the military. He wrote a letter to my C.O. after we'd been home for
about four months telling him I was sick of working for him and wanted a
dismissal from the service, and he signed my name to it. I'd just been
promoted to Captain, and this almost ruined my career. General Maddox
called me to his office demanding to know what this was about. He couldn't
believe I would do something like that. When I got home, I asked Tony about
it, and we had a huge fight about it. In the end though, he did call the
General and tell him I hadn't submitted that letter.
"It seemed to get better after that. I was put in charge of one of the
day-shifts so I was working only until 6pm, instead of through the nights
like I'd been doing every two weeks. About 5 years ago, people from the
Joint Chiefs started coming around to talk to me. Tony started getting
jealous again with the attention being paid me. They'd also talked to some
of his co-workers about me, without asking to much about him.
"Right before I was transferred to Cheyenne Mountain, he started getting
violent. He'd be drunk when I got home, and he'd push me around. A couple
of times before the move, he'd slap me. I managed to cover it up and he'd
always apologize. But it never stopped. Those first few weeks that I was
here, being briefed and rarely at home, were the worst. I would fight him
off each time he came at me, but he WAS stronger then me, he'd been a
wrestler all through high school and college, and I ended up with two black
eyes and several bruised ribs and wrists in the first three months. By
then, I'd
realized sooner or later he'd probably kill me, and I left. Filed for
divorce, got a restraining order when he came at me again, and managed to
get on with my life. He's tried to see me twice since the divorce, the
second time after he'd seen Cassy with me. He showed up at my door two
years ago drunk, demanding to know who I'd been sleeping with to have a 14
year old daughter.
"Cassy was terrified, and I called the police. When they
got there he was trying, unsuccessfully, to kick down the door to get at
her. That's the last time I saw him, I think they arrested him for
breaking a restraining order and harassment. I'm just glad he's gone."
She was crying by the time she was done, and clinging to me. I believe her
when she said she'd never told anyone before, although I can picture her
telling Sam if they were REALLY drunk or something. They don't have very
many secrets, those two. Maybe that is what that "sober" comment was about.
We stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. In each others arms, I
mean. I wish there was a way i could go back and keep her from being in so
much pain. Of course, that would mean killing her ex. He didn't deserve
her. Anyone who could hurt this woman(or any woman) deserves to be shot, I
think.
DAY 6
It didn't rain today. I was tempted when I woke up to dance a "happy dance"
as Jack calls it, but that would have waken Janet, and I didn't want to do
that. We both had gotten a little muddy and grime covered during the
storm(the affects of hiding under a leaf I suppose), so we were happy to
find that there was more fresh water we could clean ourselves with. Of
course, we then played in the ocean and got all salted over again, but who
cares? We had fun. A change of pace from yesterday, although I'm glad we
were able to talk like that. I think Janet was staring at me again while we
were swimming around. She looked almost... hungry? Weird... I hope she
didn't catch me staring at her.
DAY 7
We slept late today. Our area under the tree was shady and we slept until
it was almost lunch. We were about to go for our daily swim(we were lazing
around the beach trying to get energy to do so, at least) when we heard the
propellers from a coast guard plane. I wonder if they got pictures of us
jumping up and down and waving our arms. Would make wonderful black mail,
if they were into that sort of thing. It flew away after a few minutes, I'm
not sure if they saw us or not, but Janet is sure it did. We tried not to
think about it for the rest of the day, in case they didn't see us, but it
was a quiet night.
DAY 8
Good thing Janet and I hadn't bet on the plane, Ścause I would have lost.
We'd just finished breakfast when the Coast Guard boat appeared off shore.
The Captain told me we were closer to Cuba then we were to the US and the
President had to bargain with Castro to let the Coast Guard come get us. I
noticed he waited until Janet wasn't in the room to tell me. Sexist pig...
Hey, I'm defensive for her, sue me. The ships' doctor, who looked like he
was about 20, checked us out and told us we were being taken to a hospital
on the mainland "just to be sure." Be sure of what? We also got sun
screen(a little belated, but hey, I'm not complaining). I'm a bright red
right now that will probably become a dark tan. Janet's only tan, but it
looks good on her. Goes nice with her hair and eyes.
Got a surprise later today. Separate quarters on the base where we were
taken before we go to the hospital tomorrow. I'm having trouble
sleeping(hence the new addition) because she's not here. I miss her.
DAY 9
Hospital said we were fine. Told us to drink liquids, gave us more lotion,
and some pills to take if we start to feel sick before we get to Colorado.
We are also under orders to be checked out once we get home, "just in case."
I hate hearing that... Anyway, the Air Force really splurged on us. TWO
nice rooms at the airport hotel we were put up in. Shame though, cause we
are only using one. I'm watching her sleep again, a little flushed and
content. I don't mind being a pillow, not for her. Good Night.
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