"Why does he have to be such a jerk!" Daniel stormed through the hallways, his blue eyes blazing.
When he got his hands on the Colonel there would be nothing left. He huffed in irritation and moved to yank the damn door off its hinges. Only for his hand to freeze, inches from the door knob. He could hear soft whispering from the other side and thought he might have the wrong room. After all his glasses were lost somewhere off world-it was a possibility. Daniel glanced towards sign even with his blurry vision, he could make out the name on the door. Colonel O'Neill's office!
Daniel scowled. As if Jack was upset, yeah right. The man was a prick in every sense of the word. On there latest mission all he'd done is bark out orders.
He leaned against the metal door listening. What could the Colonel have to look so upset about? Jack was very powerful and respected military man. So despite knowing it was wrong, his curiosity won out.
"I'm sorry Charlie!" Jack lowered his voice and he strained to hear him. "I'm so sorry I forgot your birthday. You'd be turning thirteen today and I'd be taking you to a hockey game. But that's never gonna happen...because of me."
Daniel felt his eyes soften. Omg that's horrible, how can he think that?
He glanced through the partially opened door and could just make out Jacks form slumped in his chair. The man was holding a framed photograph in his hand.
For the first time he didn't see Jack as someone, who was out to make his life a living hell. He saw the Jack O'Neill that very few even knew existed. The Colonel who had seen to much bloodshed in his life time. The grieving father, who's child had died way before his time. Daniel felt his anger dissolve and be replaced by...understanding.
Before Daniel could stop himself he whispered. "Its not your fault!"