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Coma White Chapter 6: Echoes "I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden
message Annie sat in Daniels car on the way back to
his house humming and vibrating with her usual energy. He was confused by her.
Why did she turn on her education? Was becoming like him so terrible?
"Daniel..." Annie asked. "Yeah?"
"Stop comparing our lives. I don't find your profession
terrible." Annie almost reached over to touch him, but thought better of
it. They were getting too close too fast, and Annie had to go. If she touched
him, she'd find out everything. Then she'd want to stay long enough to fix it.
"Then why turn from it?" Daniel had to know. They may have met
like ships in the night, and he may lose her this very night, but while she was
here, she may as well be honest.
"Daniel...look at me. I'm happy with it,
but you can't look without getting flustered. It was never about the work, it
was about being me. I knew I could never break out and still do it Daniel. I
wasn't afraid of ending up like you Daniel.......I was afraid of ending up
someone I didn't wanna be. Fuck, I couldn't imagine giving up the things I've
seen for a life that may have meant more but ultimately meant nothing
here." Anna pointed to her heart.
Daniel nodded. In a way, he understood completely. He'd given up
everything for the 'Gate. As they pulled into the driveway, Daniel sat with his
hands in his lap. The garage light was on and Daniel couldn't move, not knowing
what was on the other side of the car. He felt like there was a live grenade in
the car, and he wanted nothing else but to be in the center when it exploded.
"Daniel look at me." Annie
implored. He shook his head.
"Daniel...?" Annie purred.
Daniel looked up. Annie saw it, she knew she would. He was on the verge
of cracking. God, he needed something other than the grey she saw in him. Annie
slid till their thighs touched.
"Do it Daniel....reach for it. I won't
stop you." She whispered.
With his eyes crackling blue fire, the controlled, desperate soul
reached out with both hands and ran them up and down her corset, pulling her
close. Daniel dipped his head, and he undid her choker, mimicking her earlier
move. Annie smiled and purred, running her hands through his silky brown
spikes.
When his mouth made contact, thoughts, memories and emotions flooded
Annie. They went too fast and too confused for her to pick one out and examine
it. It hurt her head, but she tuned them down to enjoy what he was doing to
her. He moaned and slid his hands down to run them up and down her thigh highs.
Annie picked up on one emotion and touched it. His whole body was pulsing. He
was whimpering and taking in her electric scent into his soul, licking her pale
throat.
Daniel was in some sort of dream state. He was sure of it. Daniel
Jackson didn't neck in his car. He didn't feel up girls he barely knew. He just
didn't DO these things. But he was. He felt so good. Free. He could feel all
the burdens in his soul overshadowed by her. Strange, wild
and different. He felt like he was in a car careening out of control,
and he loved it. His mind exploded, his body throbbed, his erection pushed at
his slacks. He lifted his head and his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Licked
his lips and pushed away from her.
"God..." He whispered.
"Why...the fuck... did you stop?" Annie wondered her
sensibilities nowhere near affected.
"Because...." Daniel stuttered, "Because...I was about to
fuck you. God, I can't believe I even said that word. I'm 37. I'm an adult and
I was about to fuck in my car like some 16 year old. God."
He put his hands over his face and ducked down.
"So a bed would've changed things? That’s just geography. Get over
it Daniel. Please...for both our sakes." Annie got out of the car and
headed for the house. After a moment of time to calm himself,
Daniel did the same. He noted the time.
"You going to go to work Annie?" He
asked.
"Yeah, then I'll find somewhere else to be." He heard her
packing up her stuff and panicked.
"NO!" He said loudly. Annie came out of the room.
"No what?" She was confused.
"Don't....you don't have to leave. You can stay as long as you
want." Annie pondered this. She sucked on her lip.
"You wanna come to work with me tonight?" It would be the
telling moment of whether or not he could stand living at least part way in her
world. Daniel looked pensive. He was
confused by this sudden shift in attitude.
"Where do you work?" Daniel asked, ducking his head to look at
her over his glasses. "Echoes."
Daniel bit his lip. Not even HE was unaware of Echoes. The place was one
of the roughest places in town. It was loud too. Daniel remembered Sam
describing the place as 'sonic'. But people lined up around the block to go.
Located at the end of an alley, it was said amongst the SFs that if you really
wanted to get 'lucky', Echoes is where you went. Looking up at her expectant
face, Daniel knew he had no choice. He couldn't expect her to live in his world
if he couldn't live in hers. He nodded. Slow at first, then more decisively. A
smile graced her face, and she came back out of the bedroom.
Annie had changed for work. Taking the shirt off, now nothing stood
between her and her corset but skin. 'Oh god' Daniel
thought. She'd changed out her solid thigh highs for a pair with loose fishnet.
She'd added glitter to her eyes and one finger on her left hand had a large
ring on it. Almost as if her finger had armor. The snake that slithered along
it had large, glowing red eyes. She smirked as she took Daniel in. He frowned.
"You can't....go like that." Annie almost giggled. Daniel
looked down at himself. No, he guessed not. He thought about clothes so
infrequently, he was lucky if his civvies matched. Though in recent years, he
HAD made certain strides, thanks to Sam’s constant interference. Annie slipped
one soft hand into his and pulled him to his bedroom. She headed for his
closet. Sliding around, Annie frowned and tapped her toe. "No......no......GOD.....nope.....hee hee.....nope!"
She sang, throwing his clothes onto his floor. "THERE!" Annie
exclaimed. She brought up a pair of old jeans that Daniel hadn't worn since
before his ascension. They were battered. He'd worn them to repaint Jacks house
three years ago. She took them out, laid them on the bed, and taking out a
knife she'd hidden in the back of her skirt, began to razor the front. Here and there, to make it look as if he'd always worn them.
She then went through his drawers, and pulled out a black t-shirt that barely
fit him.
Giving her a withering look, he went into the bathroom and put the
clothes on. Annie tapped her toe, and pulled off one of her necklaces, the one
with the dragon’s claw. She heard a gasp from the bathroom.
"I am NOT going out like this!" Daniel exclaimed indignantly.
"Oh, just let me see."
"No." Daniel pouted.
"Come out, or I'll come in!" Annie threatened. He
reluctantly exited the bathroom. It was time for Annie’s heart to cease
beating. Wow. Whatever Daniel DID, it certainly had cut his body. The jeans
were tight. VERY tight. And so was the shirt. Both
clung to strong muscles that one would never guess the archaeologist would
possess. She whistled. He blushed. Annie, not used to controlling herself on
anything, did exactly what her body and mind told her to. She walked over and
slid her body against his, her hands running around to grasp at his firm ass.
Hooded green eyes met blue, and he kissed her.
Daniel had no idea what possessed him to kiss her. She had him in
clothes that made him feel indecent. She had invaded his personal space and
currently had her hands on his ass. Reckless abandon wrapped up in a tight
corset. It wasn't even a kiss he would've given Sha're, or Sarah, this was a
kiss made of pure sex. He could feel her lip ring cutting into his lip, and it
just tuned him up. It was as if being with her gave him the permission to let
go. And who knows....maybe it did. She licked his tongue and he tasted HER
tongue ring. Shit. He had to stop. Now. But he
couldn't. He turned their positions around and leaned into her.
"Daniel..." Annie purred. She knew he was running on her
emotions and thoughts at this time. He'd be pissed if he knew that her power went
both ways.
Sure, he could fill her brain with all sorts of painful memories and
feelings, but at the same time, Annie could fill HIM with hers. And right now,
Daniel Jackson, multiple PhD, gentle widower, was working off of Annie’s bubble
of passion. He pulled back and looked at her with clouded blue eyes, the irises
so big it was as if all you could see was a ring of blue fire around black.
Daniel was out of line and out of control, and he knew it, but he didn't
want to stop. He stopped too many times. Pulled back, looked away, blushed,
bowed and played the gentleman. But as he pinned Annie to his bedroom wall,
with his deemed unacceptable clothes all over the floor, he couldn't blink,
couldn't shake his head clear of her. He slid his hand up her skirt to feel the
warm skin of her hip, then around to grab a globe of her bottom. Perfectly
bare, she wore a thong. She rubbed against him and purred she loved the
attention. Soon all that filled the room were sounds of pleasure as Daniel
basically dry humped Annie. He
found the strength to pull back at some point. Panting, his lips covered in
black, Daniel just stared at Annie, looking unrepentant and inviting. If he
turned her around and fucked her right now, she wouldn't only let him, she'd
scream for him. As if she knew what he was thinking, Annie just smirked, took a
tissue and rubbed off her lipstick, and put the necklace on him.
"C'mon, I'm gonna be late." Annie laughed. She told him to
wear his leather jacket. She wore hers.
They parked in the back. Daniel was scared as he heard some seductively
restless music coming out of the place. Annie sighed and pulled him out of the
car and straight to the entrance. The beefy security guard standing there
snorted.
"You're late Coma."
"Gimme a break Gerry, I'm never late, everyone else is simply
early." Annie laughed and the big man smirked. He opened the flaps and
Annie pulled Daniel into another world. When he got his first look, he had to make
sure he hadn't indeed stepped right through the 'Gate. Echoes
was a reformatted industrial building. As he looked around, the place
was in full swing. Built to look like a warehouse, there were beams and rivets
everywhere. Daniel heard this Indian beat, the sounds of the sitar. Then the
beat hit, and Ra swung into "Do You Call My Name". It turned the club
around him into a living entity. He looked around. There was a stage at the
bottom of a never ending maze of stairs and catwalks. Strobe lights and little
colored shapes crawled along the floor. At
the bottom, there was a huge circular bar, with these girls in black short
shorts and tiny tank tops poured drinks. When they saw Annie, they waved, one
in particular called out Annie’s strange nickname and Annie waved back. Daniel
was shocked to see her hair in bright pink spikes, and the words "Dyke is
the new Black" on the back of her shirt.
Finally, after many stops to say hello to one or more people, they came
to a stop in what looked like a basement. There were folded out boards around a
chair. Daniel studied them, and was confused. He looked over at Annie, who was
setting up what looked like a large amount of tools. A man came in. he was
dressed in a black suit, black tie, his black hair slicked back. He gave Annie
a pissed off look, and Daniel thought why did he need to dress like he was when
this guy was wearing a suit. Then he turned and flashed fangs. Oh.
"You're LATE Coma!" He hissed.
"Oh, put a sock in it Hatch. You know this place can't run without
me, so go flash the teeth at someone else. Now, I'm assuming I have
clients?" Annie sang, putting her arms over her chest.
"Who’s the stiff Com?"
Hatch jerked his thumb at Daniel, who was at this time overwhelmed with
sensations. The floor throbbed, the walls screamed with color. He saw the girls
dancing in their wood like cages. The people who were all dressed like Annie.
So much skin flashed. He couldn't see or smell or feel anything but the club.
At the base, it was so quiet; the walls grey everything practical and put in
its place. He had the comfort of his little office there. Coffee
and books. Here, the world was in chaos. Every new sound or sight was a
shock. Daniels eyes and mind took it all in. It was like Annie had built her
own base. It went right through him and around him. After awhile, he totally
shut down his thoughts and surrendered to emotions.
"His name is Nunya." Annie answered. The
vampire wannabe left, obviously put out. "Nunya?" Daniel asked. "Yeah, as in, none ya business. You don't want these
people too close. And Hatchet there has always had a crush on me. Ahhh......business." She pulled on a pair of white
gloves and flipped on the sign.
'Coma White: Tats and Mods.' "Coma? Why do they call you that?" Daniel asked,
noticing no one called her by the name she'd given him, but a specialized
nickname.
"I'll explain it someday." Annie deflected. The
room got busy after that. A grouping of people. It was
a party in the basement, as Annie did tattoos and piercings all night. Everyone
seemed to know her. At one point, something caught his eye. Someone was describing
a tattoo they wanted, and he saw Annie close her eyes and smile. The picture
came out just as the young girl wanted. It was as if she'd pulled the image
right out of the girls mind. People milled around as they talked, drank and
laughed. Annie became the center of attention. It was 'Coma' all night.
Finally, Daniel leaned over to a gothed out couple in line and asked.
"Why do they call her Coma?" The couple laughed, as if he'd
made a joke. Then the girl seemed to realize he was serious.
"Well....her last name is White. There’s a special song they always
play at the end of the night for her called "Coma White" by Marilyn
Manson. After awhile, people just started calling her by the girl in the songs
name. Coma."
"Marilyn Manson?" Daniel didn't know a lot about the
controversial rocker, but if she was nicknamed for one of his songs, Daniel
wanted to hear it.
Daniel spent the next five hours watching her work and enjoying the
club. Every now and then, Annie would look up with those sultry eyes and burn
him, reminding him of the bedroom wall. As the last of the people left, the DJ
got on the mic. "And of course....the last song of the night....for your resident
artist, the one who your parents hate! COMA
WHITE!"
Annie looked at Daniel. "Dance?"
Daniel smiled and took her in his arms, as the soft but sad song
drifted, the perfect song for the clubbers to wind down to. Being the anthropologist
he was, he wanted to know everything, so he paid attention to every word in the
song that people identified Annie with. The mournful lyrics made him realize
that maybe Annie wasn't so carefree after all, and if the girl in the song was
Annie, there was so much more to her than he knew, and he wanted to know. He
held her tight. 48 Hours wasn't enough. Maybe 48 YEARS wouldn't be.
Interlude: Coma White "There's something
cold and blank behind her smile She's standing on an
overpass In her miracle mile You were from a perfect
world A world that threw me
away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you
anybody else But all the drugs in this
world Won't save her from
herself Her mouth was an empty
cut And she was waiting to
fall Just bleeding like a Polaroid
that Lost all her dolls You were from a perfect
world A world that threw me
away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you
anybody else But all the drugs in this
world Won't save her from
herself..."
Daniel listened. Though this wasn't his world, and in his world, songs,
people, places like this didn't exist, he had to look at it as he'd gone right
through the 'Gate. He ran his hands up Annie’s back. He smirked. And he guessed
it wouldn't be the first time a 'Gate experience brought him a lover. End of Chapter Six of Coma White This story along with all original characters and situations were created
for entertainment purposes only. All stories remain the property of their respective authors and have been donated
to the Daniel Jackson Library by Ryanne
and may not be transferred outside of this URL without her consent.
by
Ryanne
to show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
But to tell truth, I really never knew
Till I met you... See I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it..."
By Ryanne
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