Fangfic 12

Warriors Of The Dark II

by DevilKat

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/devilkat/fangfic12.php
Summary: Jack loves Daniel, Daniel loves Jack, Teal'c loves Jack. Lestat loves...who?

Teal'c

They dragged my Colonel down the stairs, into the living room from the roof. Both of them, DanielJackson and the thing that was a stranger to me. And despite my care for my colonel, my symbiote made it crucial that I back off.

Perhaps there was a tiny bit of astonishment, also. Not only that DanielJackson was fellowed with this creature who terrified even the Gou'ald. But also – that my colonel had become so utterly, incredibly sexy.

I had always found him desirable. At his most caustic and erratic, my thoughts had only focused on pleasing him. To the Tauri, DanielJackson was far and away the more desirable creature. And I must admit, at times I even questioned my own good sense. DanielJackson was truly beautiful, in both body and soul. The Colonel? Admittedly older, though still fine of body. His soul, well, perhaps not so beautiful. Irascible, irritable, flawed in a thousand ways. A lover of beer and of fishing, two of the most absolutely ghastly diversions I have ever encountered in a long and sometimes bitter life.

And yet, it was my commander who stirred me. On my world, it is not so uncommon to feel this for a brother of battle. And here my Colonel lay. His hair fell softly about the tired face. Dark smoke and white storm. The lean wiry body relaxed and so very beautiful to me. Had I ever told him of my desire? No. Would it have made a difference? I doubt it.

Yet he had been taken by a creature of death. And to touch him now could only kill me. Not immediately – he was not yet a full vampire. My symbiote did not even warn me from him. Whether because of his youth in this thing, or because it knew him and ignored the new deadliness that lurked in his blood, I was not sure. But in time, I had no doubt, to be near him would be fatal.

It did not matter. DanielJackson and I jockeyed for position, eyeing each other. Eyeing that undead creature who was our rival. "Teal'c," DanielJackson said quietly. "Lighten up We've got a more immediate problem than who gets to rape Jack."

Rape! He was wrong. How could DanialJackson be so wrong? Not himself. Symbiote or no, I would have gone to him whom I desired. Except that creature of darkness who had saved him from death turned to me, with a soft and feral smile. "He is one of those who both sleeps and rises early, dark one. That is all. And he falls into his rest most abruptly; even I was startled, when he nearly pitched off his damn balcony in the middle of a sentence! But hours before your sunset, he will wake. You can pester him then. Dammit!"

I would have taken great issue with the word "pester." Except the phone was ringing loudly. And although it was DanielJackson who made a grab for it, it was Lestat who was closest. Who picked up the device and answered, with a silken ease that spoke volumes about his knowledge of telephones.

"No, sorry, he is not available...Hammond? GEORGE Hammond?"

Mild squawking came from the phone. And the vampire creature was – laughing?

DanielJackson was lowering our colonel to the carpet. O'Neill looked dead, beautiful and dead, still and pale of face. But I had this thing's word he was only sleeping.

The sleep of the damned. Oh, my colonel. I have failed to protect you. I have failed you utterly.

"George." Lestat's voice was soft and silken. I did not understand his pleasure. "No, Colonel O'Neill is not available. And Doctor Jackson is caring for him." This was true, DanielJackson was kneeling by the white, still figure on the rug. Almost begging him to rise. He had not. "George. My apologies. He will be there. In the night. And so will I. I have decided...to help them with this."

More savage squawks from the phone. The creature called Lestat listened. And then laughed. "George. Tell me, old friend. What will you say to your superiors, should they ask if you believe in vampires? For you must know we cannot hide this."

There were more squawks from the phone. And then a silence, that bothered me more.

"You should have taken my offer, George." The vampire's voice was smooth and sweet.

"At the least, you would have kept your hair." And then, soft as smoke. "Rant all you wish. But you knew it would come to this, when you first saw the Gou'ald. You could have called me then. I would have come. For you."

He pulled the phone away from his ear then, wincing and laughing at once. The device was making so much noise now that it seemed inevitable that it would spray to pieces in his hand. "Yes, George. I will make sure he is there, this evening. I am sure Dr. Frasier will want to run some tests. And I missed you, too."

As he gently placed the phone in its place before it could explode into sound again, he caught me staring at him. Began to laugh once more. DanielJackson was also staring at him, his mouth hanging open in that way he has. I could almost forget he had turned vampire. He looked so young. So very, infinitely young.

"You know General Hammond?" he burst out. The tone of his amazement echoed my own.

And instead of answering, the thing in front of us with the shape of a beautiful blond man began to laugh again. More deadly, truly, than any Gou'ald had ever been.

Oh, my colonel. Do not trust him. Never trust him, however charmingly he smiles.

You either, DanielJackson. You at least, I would expect to know better.

Daniel

Jack was right in the middle of some smart remark to Lestat when he paled, swallowed, and then collapsed.

I freaked. I admit it. Every bit of intelligence I owned seemed to desert me. All I could do was shriek softly, and drop to the deck beside him, checking for damage almost hysterically.

"He's asleep, you blond imbecile," Lestat said curtly. "Help me get him to bed."

"Blond imbecile... Pot and kettle?"

Oh, I don't even know where that came from. Probably, from Jack.

We stared at each other, and then he laughed. Light-haired or not, he looked like a dark dancer from a different realm than Earth.

"Truce?" he said, quietly, holding out a long-fingered hand.

"For awhile, maybe," I agreed.

He smiled. His hand closed on mine, and we shook, like two people agreeing to duel to the death.

His touch hit me, and I forgave Jack everything.

I wanted the bastard too. Not just his blood. All that silken beauty. I wanted it. God help me, for all the love I felt for Jack, I wanted to fuck Lestat. Someone I could have sworn I hated.

"You do this to everyone you shake hands with?" I sort of choked it out. Not even for Jack had I felt such raw, utter, primal desire.

Although I could thank God for one thing. There was absolutely no love involved here.

He laughed. Eyes dancing, obviously enjoying me, my comments and my twisted feelings all at the same time.

"Yes," he said, almost gravely. ""I just can't seem to help it."

Language wonder or not, I just couldn't think of a thing to say to that one.

Then his eyes changed, and he was staring at me intently, without one trace of humor.

"There is a need in you, for power. I will give it to you gladly, if you help me in this thing. This killing of Goa'uld. And I will not steal your Colonel from you. He is yours, and you must know it." He smiled, delicately. "With all my strength, he would not leave you for me. I have tried."

!!! Tried??? He...tried to take Jack from me?

The bastard!!!

Jack. Oh God, Jack.

"But perhaps we could...share him?" He was laughing at me now. Quick and savage mood changes. Insanity in motion. "It is a thought your snake incubator has had, many times."

"Why do you hate them so much? The Goa'uld?" I whispered it. It came from out of nowhere. I guess maybe I needed to know. I was shaking without meaning to. I felt half insane myself. "You are just...fucking...like them, Lestat!"

His smile grew awful. No. I would never be like him. Never reach for that power he held. No, never.

"Don't you understand, genius that you are?" he whispered. "That is WHY I hate them so much."

I stared at him. Hated him.

And then, appalled at his amused, all-too-knowing face, I fought hard not to hate him at all.

TBC (One last chapter. I promise).