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Dear God. I know I'm not that strong, but Daniel...
he feels like he doesn't weigh anything.
Or maybe I'm just that desperate.
I can't believe how easy it is to pick him up and carry him over my shoulder. Through the Stargate, back to that three-times damned planet because I can't bear to lose him. Not that I'll ever tell him that. The flatline on his heart monitor... I've heard it a hundred times in the infirmary, but this time it seemed like that sound was the only thing in the world.
Like *he* was the only thing in the world.
Come on, Daniel. Don't leave me now. You've pulled me back from the abyss more times than you'll ever know; let me help you now. Come on. Wake up. Please.
The End
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
--The Second Coming, by W. B. Yeats