He couldn't stop him. Daniel might have had better luck throwing Teal'c to the ground, because all John did was put his full weight forward. Daniel's arm shook with the effort. Then, horrifyingly, he felt his grip giving. John was gaining ground. Daniel's arm was forced down to press against the sarcophagus. Blue eyes went to John's, angry, scared. What did he mean by that? What was he doing?
John was going to kill him and the worst part was Daniel didn't even know why.
Relax. It strummed through Daniel's head. Like some bizarre wind chimes and a breeze, timed to a persistent beat lurking under the surface. He fought to keep his eyes open, just as he fought to keep John from getting closer. Relax. Daniel's hand stopped trying to squeeze John's wrist off. Relax. Sure, why not? He hadn't relaxed in ages, and he needed it. Everyone was always saying he worked too hard. He could relax. Distantly, Daniel felt John grasp his head and that was okay. He said it was going to be fine.
Daniel slumped a little against the sarcophagus, the fight draining out of him. Dilated eyes watched expectantly as his eyelids drooped.
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B - Sarcophagus Hidden Chamber
John was going to kill him and the worst part was Daniel didn't even know why.
Relax. It strummed through Daniel's head. Like some bizarre wind chimes and a breeze, timed to a persistent beat lurking under the surface. He fought to keep his eyes open, just as he fought to keep John from getting closer. Relax. Daniel's hand stopped trying to squeeze John's wrist off. Relax. Sure, why not? He hadn't relaxed in ages, and he needed it. Everyone was always saying he worked too hard. He could relax. Distantly, Daniel felt John grasp his head and that was okay. He said it was going to be fine.
Daniel slumped a little against the sarcophagus, the fight draining out of him. Dilated eyes watched expectantly as his eyelids drooped.