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Chapter 2

The shrieking sound of an alarm clock finally had woken him from a deep sleep he was in. Last night there weren't any nightmares or headaches heading to migraines. It was the first time he had a good restful sleep since moving to San Francisco. Admittedly that was only two days ago and the previous night he really hadn't any time to sleep with all the moving to a new apartment thing, but it still seemed like a good deal.

He slowly, still half asleep sat up in his bed and looked confusedly around the room, as if trying to remember where he was. After a couple moments you could clearly see when the last trace of sleepiness washed away and he remembered everything.

The last three years seemed surreal. They finally managed to destroy the Ori. It was the most spectacular battle he had ever seen. There were gunfire, explosions and ships firing everywhere. His teammates were nowhere to be seen. He practically stood alone against Adria. And he was losing badly. When he was a moment away from death he was saved. Oh and guess who was powerful enough to fight against half human half Ori hybrid. Ancients. Yes, that's right. The gate builders. The ones who are so high on fallowing their selected rules that they would let the whole galaxy be destroyed and wouldn't even lift a single finger to try to stop it. In the end they did interfere and that single action helped to win a war and save the whole humankind. But it came with a price. And mostly for him.

He couldn't really remember what happened for about three months after the battle. He was pretty out of it. But in the end when everything finally normalized he was declared a war hero, but unfortunately there was no chance on him being on active duty any more. The damage done in the battle caused him a lot of medical problems. The most severe being a general weakness in his left leg causing a slight limp and very severe headaches and migraines. So after all that not surprisingly that he was offered a desk job but a bit surprisingly what kind of a job. It was as a commander of SGC. Apparently the higher ups decided they needed a civilian with diplomatic abilities who also knew how to handle military personnel. And in their humble opinion he was a perfect choice. So after three years of playing a diplomat and a general at the same time his resignation was finally accepted.

And so here he was starting a new life in San Francisco. He decided that he needed something new. That meaning anything related to archeology and diplomacy was out. The general archeological community still viewed him as a crack pot and no respectful university would hire him with his reputation. So teaching was also an out. So in his opinion the only solution he had was to start a business on his own. That way he still would be doing something he loved just in a bit different context. So the great idea was to open a bookstore.

He also decided to rent an apartment. You'd ask why rent and not buy? Even he didn't really know the reason to that question. Maybe it was the fact that he always, one way or another lived in apartments and never really had a real house with a yard or maybe it was because buying a house would mean a commitment of sort and he was afraid he wasn't ready for finally settling down. No, that definitely wasn't it. He had been ready to settle down for a long time now, he just hadn't found with whom. So that's what it was. He wanted to buy a house, just not alone but with someone else, with someone he could share that experience with, someone he cared about. He wanted their chosen house to be their dream house where they would live happily ever after until death split them apart. Unfortunately that option was out at the moment.

But he was starting a new life so there really wasn't any reason to feel sad at the moment. Right now he had other things to worry about. Plus he was a realistic and new that brooding in an early morning hours about his love life wouldn't really change the fact that his love life had been none existing for a while now. And like he said he had other more important problems to worry about. Like organizing his apartment, starting a business and the likes.

So sitting in his bed he tried to create a days' schedule for everything he needed to do today. And by his thoughtful estimation he won't be having any sleep tonight too. There were just so many things to do and so little time. But if you want something to be done at all you have to actually start doing it and not lie in bed thinking about it. So getting up it was.

With that last silent thought Daniel Jackson got up to get ready to meet a new day.