AN: Okay so there's nothing that says anything about this 'man' that's in here... just read and see if you like it. Just a Jack/Daniel friendship fiction. I live on feedback.
"Jack!"
He had just slammed the door shut behind him, his pain could be heard echoing through the almost empty house.
"Jack!"
A bang echoes behind as he falls to the floor trying to gather the strength he had lost in the last few seconds.
"Daniel?"
The half asleep Jack walks down his stairs covered only in his boxers, as he catches sight of his friend.
"Daniel!"
He runs down the rest of the stairs and over to a scrunched up Daniel. He reaches to his shoulders and sets him up against the wall. Letters fall from his friends lap and hit the floor.
"What's wrong?"
Tears are running down Daniel's cheeks, showing the massive pain he's in.
"He's back Jack."
He looks down at the last letter that Daniel is trying to keep from him, the letter that made Daniel weak. As he pulls it from his grasp he already knows what it says.
'You better be looking over your shoulder, for I will get you when ever I want to, you're life is in the palm of my hand.'
He pulls Daniel to him, sobbing up the mans tears. Jack finally sits down in front of him, waiting for him to stop.
"Jack he's still alive, he knows where I live."
He nods in agreement and smiles at his friends quick conclusion. Jack picks up the only open envelope that the letter had come from.
"Daniel."
Jack says trying his hardest not to start laughing. Daniel doesn't do a thing, he breaths in again than turns his head so he can see Jack's chin move as he speaks.
"What?"
His voice is nothing but a whisper, his body still shaking from the sudden feeling of insecurity.
"He doesn't... he's not... just look."
Jack couldn't get his sentence out without laughing a little, realizing the stress he was putting his friend in, when he was in when he saw him shaking like a leaf. Daniel looks up as Jack points to the corner of the envelope.
"The date Daniel... look at the date."
The letter is dated a week before the man was announced dead, a week before the bomb had exploded too soon and the man's body was never found.
"What the post office does to you Danny-boy."
Daniel smiles, his shakes slowly disappearing, his friend had found proof that the man wouldn't come back. He had seen something he would have never noticed.
"He's gone Danny, forever."
The post office would always keep Daniel more stressed than he needs to be. Jack rocks Daniel slowly as they both start a laughing fit that will not end until one of them loses their breath. -Ks