Two Sort of Drabbles: Oasis and Dirt

[brainofck]

This time, it's all cocoajava's fault. I was thinking about Throw Away all morning, and I have written a fair piece of a new chapter of Arena. I was being a very, very good girl.

But it was hotter than the face of the sun, apparently, at CJ's office today. And she poked my barely subdued, but idiotic, Stargate muse with a big, pointy stick.

So you should consider these to be sort of themed challenges. She was hot. And she poked for sexy dirt.

Also initially written under severe time constraints, though I have tidied them some.

I think too much melodrama. Stupid Stargate muse.



Oasis
Daniel had never been to this area of the ha'tak.

One wall was entirely transparent, showing a breathtaking view of the stars and planet below.

And the room itself was... well...

A garden. Green growing things everywhere. The smell of earth and damp. Surrounding large a rock pool that gurgled like the spring that fed an oasis in the desert. Stone lanterns on the floor lit paths with flickering light.

The goa'uld was watching him closely.

"I appreciate the gesture," Daniel said. "Jack's idea?"




Dirt

The soil was cool under his palms. Gritty with sand. The moisture of it seeped through the knees of his light trousers. He watched it shift between his fingers as he braced for the first thrust. He felt the heat and pressure. God, he hated it rough and dry. Why bring him to this place, go to the effort, just for this. He took another deep breath of the heavy, moist air.

"Jack, please..." The whisper was so soft, it ought to have been lost in the rustle of the artificial breeze and the lapping of the water against the edges of the pool.

The goa'uld swore. Or Jack did. A hard shove sent him face first into the damp earth.

Alone by the oasis, he gave his tears to the captive desert.