AN: Tag for Menace. It's quite short, but I like how it turned out. Thanks to Sydneywoo for giving me the courage to actually post this one hehee

Spoilers: For menace only


"The beauty of the dream vanished and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart." –Mary Shelley

There was hardly anyone in the mess hall when Jack walked in. Teal'c and Sam were over at a table, talking in subdued tones. But it was the figure across the room that caught the Colonels attention.

Daniel poured the coffee into a mug, his eyes staring transfixed into the dark liquid.

"Daniel," Jack greeted, the archeologist just turned and strode over, parking beside Teal'c. As the Colonel followed, whatever conversation that there had been ended. "I did what I had to." He could feel the Jaffa's piercing gaze on him, but Daniel didn't look up. "I would do anything to protect this world."

"That's funny," Jackson replied, his eyes finally meeting Jack's. "I always thought what made us different from the enemies we're fighting was that we weren't willing to do anything. That we knew when to draw the line." He slowly rose to his feet, but Jack wasn't about to let him leave yet.

"You did not just compare me to the Goa'uld….to the replicators!"

"Did you not just kill someone you knew was innocent?" Daniel tossed back.

"She wasn't human Daniel!" O'Neill yelled. "You know what…you draw your lines, I'll save the world."

"How many more will you kill before you recognize the weight of your actions?" With that the archeologist left, turning his back on his long time friend.

How guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great. –Samuel Johnson