A/N: Hello again People and welcome to part 3 of my story. I would first of all like to say huge thanks for all your reviews. I'd also like to thank all the people who offered to be my beta reader! I have actually obtained a very enthusiastic one who reviewed me, emailed me and instant messaged me in an attempt to be my beta reader, apparently I may want to fire her after she starts but I'm sure that's not true...
Title: The Things You Write When You're Dying Season: After Season 7 Spoilers: Lost City, Divide and Conquer Pairings: S/J Summary: Daniel translates documents Jack wrote whilst under the influence of the Knowledge of the Ancients, but not all of them are what he expects. Daniel's POV.
This chapter: Guest Staring Sam's POV with a little bit from Teal'c just because somebody asked for it, and then returning for Daniel (Basically a Bit of Everybody!). Sam makes up her mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own stargate or the characters or anything you recognise from the show. I really wish I owned the entire DVD collection though. And an X-302.
Here we go!
SAM
I went to his house to think. I'm sure when he gave me the key he had not intended for me to use it like this, but then again, what did it matter now?
A letter. A letter meant for after he was dead. A letter to me. I have to say part of me was peeved. He had really though he was going to die. Did he have no confidence in me? He should have; I will find a way to save him.
I was going down the wrong avenue of thought here. Of course he thought he was going to die. I'd pushed the thought away at the time, praying for contact from the Asguard, praying he may learn from the very thing that was killing him how to save himself.
I suppose he had in a way. I knew that I, that we all were, struggling to find how to bring him back; how to save him.
I sat in his house because since the incident in the Antarctic, I can no longer actually bear to see him like that. It was as if that was not him, merely an empty shell that looked like him, but this place and this room, this was him. The discarded pizza box and empty beer bottles, the pictures of Charlie, the Simpson's tape in the VCR and that damn crossword on the coffee table. This was how I wanted him, not frozen before the moment of his death. Coming here kept me going.
Yet it was not helping me in my current dilemma. Daniel had given me the choice which was proving difficult to make: to read the letter or not?
It would be easier if I had more than wild hopes and notions about what it contained. It would be easier if I knew how Jack would react if I read the letter and he survived.
But since I didn't know these things, I would have to go about it logically. I would have to be the scientist.
I knew all the reasons I wanted to read the letter. I wanted it to say what I had tried to tell him, sitting on this couch, and again on the ship. And then when I saved him, I could tell him I felt the same and I'd do anything to be with him and everything was going to be ok.
The cliché happy ending!
Even if it didn't say that, I still wanted to read it because I missed him so much, more than I ever had before, and it would be some type of communication from him. It would be some way to ease the overwhelming sense of loss and loneliness I experienced when sitting in my lab, poring over documents for hours undisturbed. Because I knew if he were around he'd appear and be a disturbance, popping in to bring me coffee, order me to sleep or drag me off to lunch.
What I wasn't sure of is the part of me that didn't want to read the letter. The part that had stopped me telling Daniel to get going on the translation. It could not have been fear about it not saying what I want it to, I was too desperate to read it simply because it was from him.
I really didn't understand. And I really was tired. But I couldn't sleep, not then, even though the couch smelled of him and it was warm and I was really, really tired.
Daniel Jackson and I were sent to locate Major Carter when she failed to report to duty the next day. Whilst He went to her home, I decided to "cut to the chase" and went to the place I knew I would locate her.
I opened the front door of O'Neill's house and, noticing a light on in the front room, headed in that direction.
I had been correct. She lay on the couch sleeping. Even so, her face was still troubled, brow furrowed, and I wondered if dreams plagued her or if she simply would not sleep properly until O'Neill had been restored.
Either way, I was not going to be the one to wake her. I stepped outside of the house and called Dr. Weir from my cell. Luckily she understood the matter, I am also sure I heard relief in her voice that Major Carter was finally getting the rest she required. I was ordered to see she was not disturbed and Dr. Weir mentioned I should attempt to make her eat when she awoke. I readily agreed.
She did not stir for 2 hours. When she did she awoke suddenly, startling even me. She stared around her, obviously disorientated. Her eyes eventually came to rest on me.
"Teal'c, what are you doing here?" She asked me.
"It is 11:30 in the morning Major Carter, Dr. Weir was concerned when you failed to report for duty. She sent Daniel Jackson and me to find you. On my location of you, she ordered me to see that you were not disturbed."
For a moment she simply stared, then looked at her own watch in despair.
"I can't believe I slept so long! Was Dr. Weir angry? I should call her and apologise!" She began to rise but I swiftly pushed her back down.
"She was not angry, and she ordered me to see that you ate," I told her firmly.
"It's ok I'm not hungry now, I should get back to my lab..." She stopped talking when she saw the way I was looking at her.
"I do not believe we will find sufficient edible food in O'Neill's house. You will therefore be accompanying me to the diner down the road," I said as I put on my hat. I was referring to a place where O'Neill had occasionally taken me to eat when I had stayed here.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, "If you are intending to argue with me I should advise you that I am under orders not only from Dr. Weir. O'Neill also asked me to ensure that when you became engrossed in your work you received nourishment. He would not wish for you to be harming yourself whilst pursuing an avenue in order to save him."
Once again, she simply stared.
"He did?"
"Are you referring to O'Neill's request?"
She nodded. "Indeed," I simply replied.
Since the diner was not far, we choose to walk there. On the way she talked.
"I went there to think," She began. "Did Daniel tell you about the letter?"
"Yes."
"Well, I went there hoping that I could make my mind up."
"Did you succeed?" I asked her.
"In a way. Before I woke up I had this dream. You see, before that I'd been unsure of why I didn't actually want to read the letter, and... now I know."
I did not respond. I allowed her to continue talking.
"I'll talk to Daniel when we get back to the mountain. I think I know how it has to be now. I think I've known all along. I may still randomly change my mind!" She added at the end.
"I am glad that you have come to your decision Major Carter."
We stood just outside the diner, and for a second she grinned at me.
"You so wanna know!"
"Indeed"DANIEL
I was expecting her all day, but she didn't reach my lab until late that afternoon. I also knew that Teal'c was aware of her decision, and had been going quietly mad wondering what she had decided.
I also wondered how I was going to manage not stuffing the translation straight into her hands if she wanted to read it, reminding myself constantly that she thought I had not seen it.
When she walked in I stopped everything I was doing (which consisted of half heartedly translating more documents left behind detailing Ancient knowledge) and gave her my full attention.
"No." She said.
"What?"
"No, I don't want to read it." She turned to leave.
"Sam!"
She turned back around.
"You wanna know why?"
"Yes, if you don't mind."
A/n: And that's where I'm going to leave it. Next chapter will be the final chapter people. You will find out the reasons, I'm just having trouble deciding how! Oh to bring Jack back or not.... Please Review!