A/N: This was an assignment for a creative writing class. We were supposed to observe a member of the opposite sex and write an inner monologue for them. Well, my teacher said that he had to be of the opposite sex, not that they had to be real, right?
So this is a short, sappy little thing about Daniel Jackson after he lost his wife and joined the SGC.
Oh, and I didn't want my teacher to know that I was writing it about Daniel, so it's in really broad terms.
Disclaimer: Don't sue!
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Daniel dragged his fingers through his short brown hair. It was a nervous habit he had picked up at some point, and now he was definitely nervous.
He tried to shut out that voice in his head. The one that told him that this was all his fault. The one that said he would never find her. But it was harder to avoid now; he was starting to believe it.
He had always found comfort in intellectual things. He could lose himself in an old book or a lecture. But this time was different. He was angry, angrier than he had ever been in his whole life. It was clouding his mind, and sometimes his thoughts were all he had. But he was a rational person. He would get through this.
He sighed and lapsed into doubt again. This was his fault. He was the one who dragged her into this, and now she was gone. If he had just stayed away, then none if it would have happened. But, he reminded himself, if he had stayed away, he would never have met her.
His wife was the best thing that ever happened to him. It occurred to him that he didn't even have a picture of her, but it didn't matter. He would remember her face forever, even if he never saw her again.
His mind wandered and he realized that he was staring at the old book on the table. He had stopped reading almost five minutes ago.
Daniel cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses, which was another habit. He mumbled as he read the words on the page. But a few moments later, his wife forced her way back into his mind, and he stopped again.
Would he ever see her again? He sighed again and buried his head in his hands.
He looked up as he noticed someone standing at the door. His friend met his glance. "Hey," he said simply, "We're not giving up."
"Yeah." It was good to know that he wasn't alone. For the first time in a long while, he had hope.
End
Did ya like it? I got an A.
Eveie