Jack sat next to Daniel in the semi low light of the infirmary. Teal'c and Sam had gone to report to Hammond and Janet had gone to check her other patients.
"so, I was a child." Daniel asked again.
"Yeah, weird isn't it?" Jack quipped.
"And I chose to change." Daniel said, more softly. He sudden;y looked at Jack. "How old was I?"
"Six." Jack said, watching Daniel carefully. He paled considerably.
"S-six." He said, trying to regain his balance. Jack just sat silent for a while before he dropped the bomb.
"Who was Mr. Meyers, Daniel?" He asked. This could go badly, very badly. In his mind Jack counted the various ways it could go badly before scowling at himself for overreacting.
"One of my foster parents."
"Right, I knew that. What did he do that made you so untrusting?" Stop evading, please stop evading. Daniel sighed.
"He- I mean, he was-"
"Allright, never mind, I get the idea." Jack said quickly, alarmed at the shade of grey he had become. "What happened to him?" Daniel looked down at his fingers.
"They found out, eventually, when one day I came to school so bruised it couldn't possibly have happened falling from a tree or from a bike. Then that night he got really drunk and-" he stopped, skipped it and went on. "They stopped him and took me away. That was the longest I'd stayed anywhere after my parents died. I don't know what happened to him after that. They just told me it had been dealt with."
"I bet." Jack growled. Daniel looked at him in surprise.
"I always had this dream, during that year, that I lived with these people, well a man at least. And they were really nice and-" he stopped suddenly. "And he was you!"
"really?" Jack asked.
"i guess I did experience my jaunt back to childhood." he said laughing. Jack laughed with him and the gloomy mood dissipated. They were quiet for a while.
"Jack?" Daniel asked finally.
"Yeah Daniel?" Daniel fished under the covers and a large stuffed lion made his appearance.
"What's this?"
"so, I was a child." Daniel asked again.
"Yeah, weird isn't it?" Jack quipped.
"And I chose to change." Daniel said, more softly. He sudden;y looked at Jack. "How old was I?"
"Six." Jack said, watching Daniel carefully. He paled considerably.
"S-six." He said, trying to regain his balance. Jack just sat silent for a while before he dropped the bomb.
"Who was Mr. Meyers, Daniel?" He asked. This could go badly, very badly. In his mind Jack counted the various ways it could go badly before scowling at himself for overreacting.
"One of my foster parents."
"Right, I knew that. What did he do that made you so untrusting?" Stop evading, please stop evading. Daniel sighed.
"He- I mean, he was-"
"Allright, never mind, I get the idea." Jack said quickly, alarmed at the shade of grey he had become. "What happened to him?" Daniel looked down at his fingers.
"They found out, eventually, when one day I came to school so bruised it couldn't possibly have happened falling from a tree or from a bike. Then that night he got really drunk and-" he stopped, skipped it and went on. "They stopped him and took me away. That was the longest I'd stayed anywhere after my parents died. I don't know what happened to him after that. They just told me it had been dealt with."
"I bet." Jack growled. Daniel looked at him in surprise.
"I always had this dream, during that year, that I lived with these people, well a man at least. And they were really nice and-" he stopped suddenly. "And he was you!"
"really?" Jack asked.
"i guess I did experience my jaunt back to childhood." he said laughing. Jack laughed with him and the gloomy mood dissipated. They were quiet for a while.
"Jack?" Daniel asked finally.
"Yeah Daniel?" Daniel fished under the covers and a large stuffed lion made his appearance.
"What's this?"