It had been hard.
Beyond hard. They had all loved him, each in their different ways, but they had none the less loved him.
Teal'c respected and admired him.
Daniel felt safe, and would follow him.
Sam trusted and loved him.
And now he was gone, so simply, he just didn't exist anymore.
Teal'c had gone back to dekara. And it seemed that Daniel and Sam couldn't even talk anymore. It had been almost two months. Every Friday, instead of having team night, they had jack night. They'd watch his faverite movies and order pizza with extra anchovies.
Jack always ordered extra anchovies.
And tonight was like every other. Diner had been eaten. Movie had been watched. Showers had been had. Pyjamas had been worn. Daniel had gone to bed, and Sam was filling up a hot water bottle, when she was interrupted.
There was some clumsiness, and nervousness, and mumbles, until finally she just reached out to hug Daniel. It wasn't always he stayed, but sometimes, he would stay in her spare room, since he hadn't gotten another apartment after descending yet.
At least it wasn't as lonely here. But now here he was hugging carter, and he could feel her tears wetting his shirt. So he starts to rock her when suddenly she pulls back, and simply stares at him.
'I miss him Daniel' she states
'I know, I know, me to' he tries to sooth.
He finds his forehead resting on hers, and suddenly he thinks he has the answer. His cheek starts rubbing on hers, and she responds in kind.
He crushes her to him. It was a hug, but it was somehow different from his usual.
It doesn't take them long to work their hands under each other's shirts. There's no kissing of tenderness, just the need to feel release in something.
Before too long she's reaching for his belt and he's working on her buttons.
And then they're naked. Paused mid motion, he's, holding his hands in her blond curls, and she's grasping his penis. But nothing, no movement, just the need to be touched. There's the smallest movement from Daniel, it's almost pleading for permission, and she replies in kind.
The find themselves on the couch, she's straddling him, looking into the depths of his blue eyes, the both groan as she slips onto him, she squeezes her eyes shut as her tightness fades accommodating his size. And then they're looking deep into each other's eyes again, staring blankly, emotionally as she rides him.
Sometime later they find themselves on the floor.
Her hands holding onto one of his above her head, his other wrapped around the back of her shoulders and his head buried in the crook of her neck, his legs are pushed up under her bottom, and hers are just fitting around his waist.
She's crying, and he muttering something about good times with jack.
And all too soon, it's over, there release is gone, and he slumped on top of her. It's only now that she feels his tears stain her neck.
They both understand, no one has to say anything; he simply pulls himself out of her, kisses her neck softly, like she might break. It was a simple 'thankyou' as much as anything else.
He rises and walks to his bed.
After a few moments of laying there she gets up and goes to her own bed.
They both knew, neither one of them would ever speak of it again; it will be ignored, until the next time when two lonely souls have to take comfort in one another.
The end