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Title: Desolate
Fandom: SG1
Characters: Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: In an effort to actually write something, I decided to take a challenge from a fic list I hang out in. I've never written a drabble (100 words, no more, no less) but I thought I'd give it a shot. The word of the week was "toothache".
It lurked at the back of his mind; gnawing at him. A deep, unending pain, as impossible to ignore as a toothache.
There were times he could almost live with it. Times when other pain pushed it out of his conscious mind. Times when friends, laughter and love eased the emptiness. Times, even, when he could forget for seconds on end, long blessed seconds of forgetfulness and peace.
Then there was today. When the despair pulsed through him, making it hard to think, hard to breathe; hard to live. Pain, guilt, desolation.
Today, oblivion sang to him.
"Happy birthday, Charlie."
Fandom: SG1
Characters: Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: In an effort to actually write something, I decided to take a challenge from a fic list I hang out in. I've never written a drabble (100 words, no more, no less) but I thought I'd give it a shot. The word of the week was "toothache".
It lurked at the back of his mind; gnawing at him. A deep, unending pain, as impossible to ignore as a toothache.
There were times he could almost live with it. Times when other pain pushed it out of his conscious mind. Times when friends, laughter and love eased the emptiness. Times, even, when he could forget for seconds on end, long blessed seconds of forgetfulness and peace.
Then there was today. When the despair pulsed through him, making it hard to think, hard to breathe; hard to live. Pain, guilt, desolation.
Today, oblivion sang to him.
"Happy birthday, Charlie."
