Author's Note: Hello there! Finally finished this one after two months of writing; I hope you all like it.

I had this idea for a while now but my mind only got so far with it so I had to do a lot of thinking to fill in the gaps and get it finished. As I've said before (for those who've read my other works), I'm not good at putting my thoughts down and the way I imagine certain scene...well I wasn't able to write it as I saw it in my mind. Hopefully it isn't too bad!

Constructive criticism is welcome, but please only that. Our world has so much hatred in it and I'd rather not add to it. If you have genuine thoughts about how I can improve my writing, I would love to hear it!

Story is finished and I'll be posting a chapter a day (I hope).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Stargate SG-1, it's characters, or anything associated with it. I'm just letting my imagination run wild with their creation.

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Prologue

She paced their small quarters like a caged animal and at this moment she felt caged, she felt trapped, and it was all she could to not lose it. All she wanted to do was scream at the unfairness of it all, she wanted to punch, kick, and hit anyone who thought this was best, including the man she loved. It wasn't fair! Why her? Why was it always her that had the people she loved ripped away from her? She couldn't do this, she couldn't lose another one; it wasn't right and it wasn't fair. She wanted nothing more than to run. She had thought she was done with that, had left it all behind, but in this moment, all she wanted to do was flee, and was furious as hell that she literally couldn't! She was stuck on this fucking ship with no escape!

"Vala," Daniel's gentle but cautious voice stopped her in her tracks.

"I've changed my mind; I can't do this, Daniel," she told him, her voice trembling, "I won't and you can't make me."

He hesitantly hedged forward into their quarters, as if she was a wounded animal. "We already talked about this and agreed," he reminded her softly, "Vala, this is what's best."

"For whom?" she challenged, raising her voice. "And how can you be so calm about it? It's like you don't even care!" she accused.

Daniel flinched. He knew she was hurting and was lashing out at whoever was the voice of reason. Well, he was hurting too and lashed right back at her. "How could you think that?" he snapped, "How could you possibly think that this isn't tearing me apart inside too? How could you think that I actually want to do this?"

"Well, you don't seem to be fighting the idea!"

"Because it's what's best!"

"It's our child, Daniel!" she cried, voice breaking, "being with us is what's best and I can't lose another one, Daniel, not after Adria, and I don't think I could survive it," she sobbed out.

He closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. "I know," he murmured quietly and as much as he hated to, he defended the decision they all had made, "but a life with only the six of us as company isn't much of a life; with no friends, school, backyards, playgrounds, or anything outside this ship, would be a horrible existence. What kind of life is that? A life where once we're all gone, will be spent waiting to either die by the Ori beam or of old age. I do not want that life for our child; it wouldn't fair, Vala, and you know it. I refuse to do it."

"But we're talking about my baby; please don't make me do this, please don't make me give up my baby, not again," she pleaded, clinging to him.

"Don't do this to me," he pleaded back. If she kept going, he was going to crack. It was all he could do not to break down with her. "I hate the thought just as much as you do; the thought of doing this is tearing me up inside. My mind knows this is what needs to be done, that it's right, but my heart is breaking, Vala, and if I'm going to survive this, I'll need you – we'll need each other. So I'm begging you to do what is right and not what we selfishly want to do."

"I want to be selfish!" she cried, "I don't want to do what is right, I just want to keep my baby! I want my baby!"

"I know," he lowered them to the floor and leaned against their bed. "I do too."

Daniel knew the moment she finally came to terms with what was the only option they had. Vala curled into him as she sobbed and grieved for the child she had to give up. When she finally cried herself to sleep, it was only then did Daniel allow himself to do the same and cry.

It was the first time in a long time that Daniel Jackson prayed to whatever cosmic higher power there may be to end this torment, to end this horrible, long, never ending existence aboard the Odyssey. If not for him, for the woman he loved, for his wife. He'd give almost anything if it meant she could escape this floating, metal coffin with their kid, even if it meant him staying behind. He'd gladly do it if it meant his family could leave.

But alas, his prayer was never answered and he never got his wish, his miracle. At least that version of Daniel never did.

Maybe his former self would be luckier.