Daniel walked through the quiet corridors of the SGC, his steady footsteps echoing. He had been working late, translating the inscriptions from an artifact brought back by him and the rest of SG-1 from PV9-3D4. As he walked, his mind was busy trying to work it all out, whilst trying to work out some personal matters too. He reached the Commissary, where he helped himself to a large cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies. The area was completely empty, and at that time of night, it scared him slightly. He fled to the relative familiarity of his office, where he placed his precious cargo on his desk, before sitting down and putting his head in his hands with a huge sigh of exasperation.
His frustration and exasperation was due in no small part to the artefact. He could find no other language, dead or otherwise, that looked even remotely similar to it. But, that wasn't what hurt the most. Eminent Archaeologist as he was, he was used to professional frustration, but frustration more closer to home was what he couldn't begin to deal with. For some time, he had had strong feelings for a fellow academic, who was also his team-mate and friend. Her name was Major-Doctor Samantha Carter. He was angry at himself for not having the courage to confide in her of his growing feelings, before it was too late. Earlier today, she had come waltzing into his office with a broad grin on her face, and she proclaimed that she had a date with a particular Police Officer. Daniel did his best to be happy outwardly, but inside, he felt cheated.
He thought that he had something with whom he considered to be his intellectual equal, but his dreams were dashed into a myriad shards, and these shards felt as if they were impaling him. He blamed himself for choosing to ascend, rather than stay on Earth after he suffered from naquadria radiation sickness. He had heard her weeping and asking why people wait so long to tell others how they really feel. He had heard her, but he couldn't reply. At that moment, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and tell her everything, but he couldn't.
He had watched her most nights, whilst she slept. He had watched her toss and turn, and sometimes break down into tears, in the days and weeks following his ascension. But when he finally came home, she seemed so alienated from him, but so did he. He didn't know who he was, never mind her confusion. He said nothing about his feelings, just wanting to be normal, just wanting to live without the pain and heartbreak of normal human life.
As he sat in his office, a stray tear ran down his face as he contemplated all of this, and he repeated kicked himself, mentally. He sighed, reasoning that life had moved on without him, and that he was stuck in the past, clinging with all his might, not wanting to let go, for fear of drowning in the sea of humanity. He sighed again, before switching the light off, and walking out of his office, closing the door, and leaving his cold coffee and cookies.