Not Alone
Rated: PG, Probable Tissue Alert (mild).
Category: Ficlet (Triple Drabble), Jack/Daniel Friendship, Mild Daniel Whump.
Season: Four
Spoilers: Nemesis/Small Victories
Summary: Daniel Sometimes Feels All Alone, But He's Not. Not By A Long Shot.
This one is all for Ann-Marie. Get better, sister.
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I thought I was better.
I was wrong.
They said everything was fine.
It wasn't.
I believed them.
I shouldn't have.
I felt fine.
My body lied to me.
My appendix is gone, but its legacy remains.
Apparently, it had some nasty friends that the antibiotics I took didn't kill off.
They're strong little buggers, but they didn't make themselves known right away.
So here I am in the infirmary again, sick as a dog and wishing for anything to relieve the boredom that has become my life.
Like a visit from Sam.
Or Teal'c.
Or Jack.
Thoughts of Jack bring my predicament into better focus.
My body's lie was worth it.
After all, despite this setback, I got to help Jack, which in the grand scheme of things is really what matters.
Davis probably would've blown him out of the water without me.
Literally.
Don't get me wrong, I like Davis, but he's a soldier, and he thinks like a soldier.
He's not quite like Jack, so he would've hesitated, but he would have followed his orders.
To the letter.
And Jack would be gone.
Jack would be gone.
I don't want to even think that, but as the treacherous thought leaks into my brain, a heavy breath expands my chest and a tear threatens to fall.
It's not because the sigh stretches my new stitches.
Jack would be gone.
And I'd be alone.
The tear builds for a second, but it does not fall.
For I'm not alone.
My hand sneaks under my pillow and curls unconsciously around the small round object there.
It's right where I found it yesterday.
Janet doesn't know I have it.
I smile a little, and the tear vanishes.
I'm not alone.
Jack's yo-yo reminds me of that every time I roll over.