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Summery: Daniel doesn't need any of his 23 languages to explain how he feels. Short drabble. Daniel's POV.
This is my first ever fanfic hope you like :)
People believe I'm oblivious sometimes I'm sure, honestly they take one look at me and think geek. Please don't insult my intelligence. Okay so I am a geek but that doesn't necessarily mean that I couldn't be a mass murderer as well. Not that I would be or anything I mean… joy even my thoughts are against me.
Anyhow all it takes is one look, and that's what its all really about. We make judgements every day with a look. We assume things by the way a person dresses, walks, looks even talks. In the end that's what it always comes back to one short look.
The thing is though in some cultures all it takes is a look and you could be killed for not paying the proper respect, okay so none of this happens on Earth, I think at least I didn't the last time I checked, but it still happens. That's the most important part of my job, looking. I see an artifact, or as Jack calls them Rocks, and I make assumptions by looking. I observe things. That's my thing.
Just because I am a geek doesn't mean that I'm easy to push around. I can give as good as the rest.
I don't need words to talk though. Perhaps that's the difference. Words are often empty to me. Too many promises when I was younger, easily broken. Words can't adequately describe how someone feels. Nor can they speak when you can't find what to say. Why do you need words, when you can just look at someone and put your feelings into that look?
You can look at somebody with love in your eyes and they'll understand.