Friends I Left Behind.
A SG-1/Heroes crossover
Disclaimer: see previous chapters.
Chapter four: Nathan
Nathan reread the letter, then carefully folded it and slid it back into the envelope. Daniel Jackson was dead.
'God,' thought Nathan, 'it had been what, ten years since he'd last seen Daniel?' They had said goodbye after Nathan had lost the last of what had become weekly games at the Central Park chess tables. Maybe four or five since he'd been curious enough to look him up. A quick internet search and he'd had his answers. Laughed out of academia and missing presumed dead. By the Air Force of all things. And now he really was dead. Nathan wondered if they'd gone through Daniel's old Address books, or if Daniel had copied it into a new book, even after all these years. He wondered if it mattered.
Isaac frowned at his newest painting. Nathan, in his office, holding an envelope. But it was the man leaning against the wall that drew his attention. He seemed ordinary enough, hands in his pockets, head down, wearing jeans and cream sweater. A perfectly normal guy. Except for the glow. It surrounded him, came from him. And Isaac had no idea what it meant.
The end.
I have another one planned, so keep an eye out for it soon.
