Title: Crystal Clear - A Crystal Skull Missing Scene
Author: Aphy2
Spoilers: Crystal Skull
Disclaimer: Not mine, not getting any money.
[ ] = Daniel's thoughts
It was 2 am and Daniel was wandering the drab grey halls of the SGC through sheer boredom. He had discovered that aside from not being hungry or thirsty, he was also not able to sleep. Normally this wouldn't be a problem to him, but since he couldn't touch anything to do any work he was bored. He couldn't even go up to the surface to watch the stars since he was reliant on others to operate the lift and no-one was about. The rest of his team mates were going to see Nick in the morning to find out more about the crystal skull he had discovered years before and see if they could 'find' him [and isn't that going to be fun. Danny Boy's insane grandfather and his opinions on Daniels life, work and choices.] Daniel was far from optimistic about their chances with the old man. He'd probably just start to rant about how Daniel had ruined his life again and refuse to even mention the skull.
Having got tomorrow planned the rest of SG-1 had gone to bed, meaning that Daniel couldn't even watch his friends in their struggle to learn more about what had happened to him. [At least they're looking,] he thought. [At least they haven't decided I was killed. Now that's a depressing thought. How many others would have decided that the skull had somehow killed me and left it at that? Held *another* memorial and cleared my apartment? If I hadn't mentioned Old Nick's claims about being transported to meet aliens would they still be looking for me now? I'd like to believe they would but can I *really* say that for sure?]
Daniel managed to work himself into quite a panic thinking about the possibility that Jack, and the rest of the SGC, might have thought him dead. [Be honest with yourself Danny Boy, Gods I'm even thinking of myself as Danny Boy now, be honest - it's the thought that Jack might think you're dead that bothers you most. He's been so calm since he recovered from the radiation, not showing any signs that it's really bothering him that you're missing, except in a general sort of way. That's what's getting to you.]
Daniel slumped down against a corridor wall. He knew that if it had been Jack who had gone missing, again, he would be nearly frantic to find him by now. [Totally different Daniel, totally different.] Leaning back against the cool wall, looking down the deserted corridors around him, Daniel felt totally alone, close to despair. He wondered what would happen to him if SG- 1 couldn't find a way to bring him back. What if he stayed this way for the rest of his life. Given that he couldn't eat, drink or sleep how long would he be trapped in this limbo, how long would he live. Forever?
Trying to banish such thoughts, his team-mates would figure this out eventually, he had to believe that, Daniel turned his thoughts back to Jack, maybe he should go to Jack's quarters and see him, tell him how he felt just once, even if Jack wouldn't be able to hear him.
Daniel got to his feet and slowly made his way to Jack's quarters. He stopped outside the door, mentally arguing with himself as to whether he should go in or not. [Danny, you may never have the chance to say this to him again, even if he can't hear you, you have to do this. Yeah, but should I? I'd be intruding, if I can't say this to Jack's face with him able to hear me I shouldn't do this.]
With a heavy heart Daniel decided he didn't have the right to intrude on Jack. He'd come back here when he 'returned' and confess his love then, face to face, or never say the words at all. He was just about to turn away from Jack's door when he heard moaning coming from the man inside. Concern for his friend overrode any other considerations and Daniel moved through the locked door quickly. Jack was lying in bed, tossing and turning in the grips of a nightmare. Daniel watched as his friend struggled with his dreams, cursing the fact that he was unable to reach out to touch him or do anything to help. He moved closer to the bed, wishing there were some way of comforting Jack, cursing again the fact that he was unable to touch. As he moved closer the other man started to moan again, the words disjointed and only semi-coherent.
"No, no, not again, can't do this again, love you, never told you, don't leave me, NO!"
With a final shout Jack shot up in bed, clearly startled out of his nightmare. Daniel was stunned when his normally strong, calm friend put his head in his hands, distraught.
"Pull yourself together Jack O'Neill."
Daniel nearly missed the quiet words.
"Daniel isn't dead. He's not dead 'til you see a body. You'll find him eventually, he'll be fine."
Jack's mutterings had a firm tone, as if he were trying to convince himself his words were true.
"Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that Jack, you might believe it eventually. God, I hope we find you soon Danny Boy, I don't think I could cope if you were dead. I've nearly lost you too many times now and I've never told you how I feel. I love you Daniel."
Daniel stared at Jack in disbelief, the words he had never dared even dream of hearing, the words he had longed for, for so long, had been said, and he was completely unable to do a thing about them.
He sank to the floor, tears in his eyes. "I love you too Jack."
Author: Aphy2
Spoilers: Crystal Skull
Disclaimer: Not mine, not getting any money.
[ ] = Daniel's thoughts
It was 2 am and Daniel was wandering the drab grey halls of the SGC through sheer boredom. He had discovered that aside from not being hungry or thirsty, he was also not able to sleep. Normally this wouldn't be a problem to him, but since he couldn't touch anything to do any work he was bored. He couldn't even go up to the surface to watch the stars since he was reliant on others to operate the lift and no-one was about. The rest of his team mates were going to see Nick in the morning to find out more about the crystal skull he had discovered years before and see if they could 'find' him [and isn't that going to be fun. Danny Boy's insane grandfather and his opinions on Daniels life, work and choices.] Daniel was far from optimistic about their chances with the old man. He'd probably just start to rant about how Daniel had ruined his life again and refuse to even mention the skull.
Having got tomorrow planned the rest of SG-1 had gone to bed, meaning that Daniel couldn't even watch his friends in their struggle to learn more about what had happened to him. [At least they're looking,] he thought. [At least they haven't decided I was killed. Now that's a depressing thought. How many others would have decided that the skull had somehow killed me and left it at that? Held *another* memorial and cleared my apartment? If I hadn't mentioned Old Nick's claims about being transported to meet aliens would they still be looking for me now? I'd like to believe they would but can I *really* say that for sure?]
Daniel managed to work himself into quite a panic thinking about the possibility that Jack, and the rest of the SGC, might have thought him dead. [Be honest with yourself Danny Boy, Gods I'm even thinking of myself as Danny Boy now, be honest - it's the thought that Jack might think you're dead that bothers you most. He's been so calm since he recovered from the radiation, not showing any signs that it's really bothering him that you're missing, except in a general sort of way. That's what's getting to you.]
Daniel slumped down against a corridor wall. He knew that if it had been Jack who had gone missing, again, he would be nearly frantic to find him by now. [Totally different Daniel, totally different.] Leaning back against the cool wall, looking down the deserted corridors around him, Daniel felt totally alone, close to despair. He wondered what would happen to him if SG- 1 couldn't find a way to bring him back. What if he stayed this way for the rest of his life. Given that he couldn't eat, drink or sleep how long would he be trapped in this limbo, how long would he live. Forever?
Trying to banish such thoughts, his team-mates would figure this out eventually, he had to believe that, Daniel turned his thoughts back to Jack, maybe he should go to Jack's quarters and see him, tell him how he felt just once, even if Jack wouldn't be able to hear him.
Daniel got to his feet and slowly made his way to Jack's quarters. He stopped outside the door, mentally arguing with himself as to whether he should go in or not. [Danny, you may never have the chance to say this to him again, even if he can't hear you, you have to do this. Yeah, but should I? I'd be intruding, if I can't say this to Jack's face with him able to hear me I shouldn't do this.]
With a heavy heart Daniel decided he didn't have the right to intrude on Jack. He'd come back here when he 'returned' and confess his love then, face to face, or never say the words at all. He was just about to turn away from Jack's door when he heard moaning coming from the man inside. Concern for his friend overrode any other considerations and Daniel moved through the locked door quickly. Jack was lying in bed, tossing and turning in the grips of a nightmare. Daniel watched as his friend struggled with his dreams, cursing the fact that he was unable to reach out to touch him or do anything to help. He moved closer to the bed, wishing there were some way of comforting Jack, cursing again the fact that he was unable to touch. As he moved closer the other man started to moan again, the words disjointed and only semi-coherent.
"No, no, not again, can't do this again, love you, never told you, don't leave me, NO!"
With a final shout Jack shot up in bed, clearly startled out of his nightmare. Daniel was stunned when his normally strong, calm friend put his head in his hands, distraught.
"Pull yourself together Jack O'Neill."
Daniel nearly missed the quiet words.
"Daniel isn't dead. He's not dead 'til you see a body. You'll find him eventually, he'll be fine."
Jack's mutterings had a firm tone, as if he were trying to convince himself his words were true.
"Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that Jack, you might believe it eventually. God, I hope we find you soon Danny Boy, I don't think I could cope if you were dead. I've nearly lost you too many times now and I've never told you how I feel. I love you Daniel."
Daniel stared at Jack in disbelief, the words he had never dared even dream of hearing, the words he had longed for, for so long, had been said, and he was completely unable to do a thing about them.
He sank to the floor, tears in his eyes. "I love you too Jack."
