Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, nothing but the plot that is.
Author's Note: This is a one shot, for now (Insert evil grin here). Also T.A. means teachers assistant, most professors have at least one.
2009
Darnel Jackson woke up one morning, brushed his teeth, made coffee, spilled the coffee (all over his polar bear pajamas), made another pot, drank it, and then got dressed. In other words: a morning like any other.
Daniel left his book lined evergreen colored apartment, and quietly went to work. Work was in an old stone building, four stories tall, with nooks, crannies, cobwebs and students. In short, it was a nicer version of every other universities classics department. It deserved to be nicer, this was Harvard after all.
Daniel's T.A., Stella gave him another cup of coffee. This time he didn't spill it, Daniel talked to Stella for a few minutes. Jack would have called their conversation "geek speak". That was he would have, if he and Daniel were still talking.
They weren't, they hadn't spoken a word, in over two and a half years. There banter had ended even before Daniel had accepted this job.
Daniel's office was a mirror image of his apartment. Although his office was slighter cleaner then his house, if only because of the effort exerted by Stella.
Students drifted in and out, all day, as Daniel worked on his book. Once printed The New York Times Review would proclaim the book to be "Another gem written by the premier linguist, aerologist, and ancient historian of our time". Daniel, because he was Daniel, would believe that the reviewer was just being sarcastic.
At four in the afternoon, Daniel led his class. Daniel loved giving lectures. He was almost everyone's favorite teacher, in spite of his tendency to babble on about obscure theories
Then at six thirty, there was dinner. A quite affair at a Chinese restaurant with 50's décor, and a space theme.
At eight Daniel would roll home, trying to be content, oblivious to the rumors around him.
The gossip about his surprising re-appearance three years ago. The mind-blowing lecture he gave at the great hall, that muggy July day. Just when everyone had thought he was gone forever he had come back. With new improved theories, a wedding ring (no wife attached), and a wheelchair.
Dr Daniel Jackson was now immobilized from the waist down, and no one at Harvard knew why. When they asked, he would ignore them, moving on to lighter subject matter. Everyone liked him too much, to question his secreacy overtly. So even after more then two years of probing questionsm no one knew. So instead they gossiped.
Daniel changed clothes. And got into bed, slowly of cource. He always moved slowly now. He read for a while. Then glanced over at the picture. He didn't look at it deliberately, but it had almost become tradition now, a final reminder of what he had lost.
The picture was of Sam smiling, Teal'c being stoic, and Daniel being Daniel. It was taken months before there last mission. When Jack unknowingly sent Sam, Teal'c, and Daniel into a trap. Sam had died screaming, Teal'c never had the time to scream, he just evaporated on the spot. Daniel had been tortured, imprisoned, and finally rescued and returned to earth.
No longer able to walk
Just able to think, about what he had lost.
Daniel turned off the light
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