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Coma White Chapter 11: Burning Down the House "All wet hey you might need a raincoat Burning Down The
House One
week later, it was decided that SG-1 would get a week off. There had been a
massive problem with the entire dialing system after some happy little
scientist with a crush on Sam made a virus that was supposedly going to change
everything about how the baddies use the 'Gate. All the
idiot succeeded in doing was making a huge problem for the entire program after
Baal got a hold of it. He had stranded Daniel offworld on a planet getting
drowned in horrific rainfall. Annie had been livid and it had taken both Jack
and Teal'c to drag her off Felger. "You irresponsible posturing motherfucker!" She'd
burst into the science lab, grabbing the scientist by the tie and shoving him
onto the floor.
The blonde assistant standing there had called security, and upon not
being able to find Annie since Daniel got into the infirmary, Jack and Teal'c
got down there fast, only to find Felger on his stomach on the floor, and their
telepathic firebrand on top of him with her knee in the center of his back,
strings of threats and obscenities flying out her mouth.
"Get her off me, she's insane!" Felger yelled.
"Well, we can't let her kill him." Jack quipped, and he and
Teal'c both grabbed an elbow. Annie protested, kicking and screaming.
"Let me back at him! Fire him! Cut his dick off so he can't THINK
with it anymore!" Jack kept a hold of her.
"As fun as that would be, why don't we let the General decide on
what to do. Come on Annie, Daniels not doing well." Annie looked over her
shoulder.
"WHAT?" Jack smirked. "He's
asking for you." Annie narrowed her eyes, and then turned back to Felger.
"You EVER...EVER do ANYTHING like this again, a fleet of
motherships won't stop me from cracking your skull and feeding your brains to
an incoming wormhole you assclown!"
With that, Annie turned on her platform boots and took off.
"Well Felger, you heard the woman." Jack laughed and he and
Teal'c left. "Ya
know you're lucky she didn't kill you." Chloe folded her arms over her
chest.
"She....she....she was just playing around."
"If anything had happened to Dr. Jackson, something tells me she'd
be playing around alright.....with your head."
Felgar paled.
"Oh come ON, she's not that crazy."
"Wanna bet?" As
they were walking back to the infirmary, Teal'c looked at Jack. "Why
did you claim to AnnieWhite that DanielJackson was asking for her? I did not
hear him do so." Jack shrugged. "Did
you see her T? It was either tell her that or let her rip him to pieces."
"AnnieWhite was most intent on punishing Dr. Felger for bringing
harm to DanielJackson." "Ahhhh....a goth in love." Jack laughed, Teal'c
raised his eyebrow.
"She is a warrior at heart."
"T, THAT is an understatement."
Later, upon reflection it would be suggested by Teal'c that had it been
Anubis himself standing before her making such a mistake with Daniels life on
the line, the result would be the same. She'd read Daniel the riot act for even
suggesting that something would be 'routine". Eventually, she had calmed. Actually, it
hadn't taken that much, only one look from Daniels eyes that Janet had said
could've fried her machines. Janet had wisely placed Daniel in a private room,
just in case Annie "helped" Daniel heal.
Annie had pretty much moved in. Her presence was everywhere. A TV in the
bedroom, her own bookshelves, filled with everything from theology texts to
trashy romance novels. The other dresser, empty until then, now held Annie’s
clothes, along with the other side of the closet. She'd bought new paintings
and framed music cover art. He smiled as he thought of her black toothbrush
with its bat decal. The drawers in the sink filled with her hair ties, a large
box on the dresser top with tons of jewelry in it. Her makeup
on the sink.
From the TOOL poster in the foyer, to the handcuffs hidden in the bed sheets,
Annie was a vine in his house that had grown like ivy. And Daniel couldn't
complain. It may not be subdued and museum like anymore, but when he woke up
and looked into the green eyes of his own "goth Barbie", he wasn't
sure if even the sands of Abydos would ever seem quite like home again.
"Coma" disappeared into the darkness of the Colorado night, and no one
was surprised. But what no one knew was that Coma hadn't died, she'd melted
into another life. At the house the night before however,
Daniel thought he would never get over the headache he was getting from his
lovely girlfriends new acquisition. She had fairly dragged him to the music
store the day before.
"It's coming out today!" Annie had said happily.
"What is?" Daniel asked as they reached the doors. "Manson’s new album. The Golden Age
of Grotesque." Daniel frowned.
"That sounds encouraging." It,
in fact, hadn't been...for him that is. She'd ripped the thing open to listen
to it, and the loudness was striking. One of the songs had caught Annie’s eye
from the starting beats. He was letting her use the main system now, so the
bass shook the living room. "This Is the New Shit", that's what she
said the title was. Daniel was both appalled and intrigued. The
music behind it was grating, but as he listened to the lead singer rail with
venom against the government, religion, the hypocrites, he could almost agree.
He knew one senator in particular that he'd like to throw this song at. Then he
realized she was dancing to it. In little more than a half tank top and a
thong, she was dancing in front of the TV, where she was playing the video for
the song. Daniel watched everything with an eye of study, so watching the
singer made-up and prowling the stage like he owned it, Daniel could almost see
where Annie connected to it. Fueling the fire, providing
ingredients to the rebellious, steely juice that Annie was filled with.
Annie, for her part, was just FEELING the flow, her hips moving, her
hands running down her exposed tummy and sticking her ass out. If he didn't
know better, he could've sworn she had been trained as a stripper. She snapped
her fingers above her head, spun on her black painted toes. Her hair was back
in those pigtails again. She turned her lollipop in her black lipped mouth. She
shimmied down and spread her legs, bouncing. He realized he hadn't read a word
on his screen. He let out a shuddering breath. Holy.... Daniel was hard as a
rock.
This was ridiculous. She'd been so relieved about his safety; she hadn’t
let him get to work until three hours ago. Funny thing was he didn't think she
was doing it on purpose, she was just being Annie, but goddamn, when running
for your life was your only rush, this was a shock to his adrenaline levels. He'd
actually gone to Janet to check the levels, thinking something was wrong. She
had coughed, bit back a smile, and asked him if he'd taken into account living
with a very young, very vivacious girl. He'd been confused, and then turned
bright red. No, he hadn't thought to take in the fact that his lover was ten
years younger and blazing with life. He didn't even dream anymore at night
because he was too exhausted. Which he thought was maybe her plan. He shook his
head to clear it. He HAD to get some work done.
"Annie?" "ANNIE!"
he called and she turned down the music, and then looked at him confused.
"What?"
"Can you please?" She frowned.
"Please what?" She put her hand on her hip. He groaned. She
smirked as she got it.
"You're trying to work, and I'm making you...I mean
IT...hard." She laughed.
"Where did you learn to dance like that anyway?"
"Had a roommate in college, who was actually supporting herself
stripping. Cliché I know, but she really WAS doing it for her tuition. She
taught me how to dance, said I was a natural....and I am...ain't I?" She
smiled and licked her lips.
"It's not funny Annie. I'm behind." Daniel scolded. She slowly
sucked her pop out of her mouth. He closed his eyes; he was fighting a losing
battle.
"No you're not." She shot back.
"How the hell...." Annie pointed at her head.
"Not fair Annie." She shrugged.
"Jack told me to make sure you don't work yourself into the
ground."
"Did he?" "Yep. I can't think of a better way than to get you to
tap this ass as often as possible." She laughed. She waited for it.
"Tap your ass?"
"Yeah....means fuck....make love....screw....you speak about 30
languages....I'm sure they got some interesting other words for it." Annie
cocked her head to one side.
"Annie.....please.....I'm not going to have a...a...you know
LEFT"
"The word is cock." Daniel narrowed his eyes. She could be so
crude. Why was it sexy? "Yes
thank you....ya know I actually stupidly had Janet check my adrenaline
levels!" Annie burst out laughing.
"It didn't occur to you that you've been celibate for five years,
and now you're getting laid more than a Vegas pimp?" Oh, she was enjoying
this. Revenge time. Fine, she wanted more, she'd get it. But at HIS pace. He was a patient man he could take HOURS to
bring her off.
Turned out, he was wrong. She could use her power to progress his
arousal in his mind. Daniel Jackson never actually begged. Not at Gao'uld
torture, not even as he was dying, but he DID beg Annie. It was after 4 Am when
his heightened senses gave their final burst of energy and he passed out. But
not before his mind unconscious mind had told him he had nothing left and then
shut down. Annie smirked. Turn the tables...on HER? Please. She was a
telepathic nymphomaniac. She took a shower, set the system, and climbed in next
to Daniel, kissing him on the forehead. She was out in seconds. End of Chapter Eleven of Coma White This story along with all original characters and situations were created
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by
Ryanne
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house..."
Talking Heads
By Ryanne
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