Mistakes
Part 2
Author: Mac
Disclaimers in part 1
Daniel was sitting in his apartment, waiting for Jack to pick him up. He started thinking about the botched mission with SG-6. General Hammond said something about not everyone being perfect. Things like this happen, etc... That sure as hell didn't make Daniel feel any better.
The phone rang, snapping him back to reality. "Jackson," he said.
"Danyel."
That got his attention. The only people who called him that were on Abydos and the only person who sounded like the woman on the other end of the line was Sha're.
"Um, who is this?" Who would play such a sick joke on him?
"It's me, Danyel. Sha're. Have you forgotten me already?"
Daniel's eyes widened as he held on tightly to the phone. "No, God, Sha're, I could never forget you!"
"It's all your fault, Danyel," she replied, ignoring him. "You didn't try hard enough to save me. I hate you."
Tears escaped unnoticed down his cheeks. This can't be really, he said to himself. This is NOT Sha're. He controlled his emotions as best as he could and asked, "Who is this? Why the hell are you doing this to me?"
Whoever it was hung up and it was a few minutes before Daniel realized he was listening to a dial tone. He stared at the receiver, hands shaking.
Daniel had just placed it back into the cradle, when it there was knock at the door. "What?" he growled, when he opened it.
"Wow, what side of the bed did you wake up on?"
"Jack," Daniel muttered, sighing. "Sorry."
"Whatever. Are you ready to go..." Jack trailed off eyeing his friend's appearance. His clothing was intact, but his face was unnaturally white and his eyes looked a bit red and puffy.
"Hey," he said, placing a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You okay?"
Daniel shrugged. "I'm fine. Let's go."
Daniel quickly grabbed his stuff and went out the door, calling out to Jack to lock it. Jack shrugged himself and followed his friend, worry etched on his face.
Jack tried to get Daniel to talk, but the archaeologist was quietly staring out the window, determined to ignore him. Whatever was bothering him would have to wait until he was ready, Jack decided.
Three hours later they arrived at Jack's cabin. He watched as Daniel took a shuddered breath and followed him up the walkway. Jack couldn't take it anymore and once they were inside and settled, he turned to his friend.
"Out with it, Daniel."
Daniel glared at him. "Out with what, Jack?"
"Is what Colonel Bryant said still bothering you?"
"No," Daniel replied. "He apologized, remember?"
Jack sighed. He knew it was more than that. Daniel only got moody and quiet like that when something harsh was said to him. "Hey, it's me, Daniel. There's no one else here. Tell me what's bothering you."
Daniel figured it couldn't hurt to tell him. Maybe Jack would have a rational explanation for it. "I got a phone call just before you came to pick me up." Jack nodded for him to continue. "I don't know who it was, but she said she was..."
"Was who?"
"Sha're."
Christ, Jack thought. No wonder he looked as though he'd just seen a ghost. "What else did she say?" Jack was almost afraid to know. His anger grew as Daniel told him. Who could play such a sick joke?
"Jack, I knew it wasn't her, but it still hurt." Daniel's eyes were filled with so much pain that Jack could feel it himself. He cleared his throat. "I'm going out back for awhile."
Before Jack could say anything, Daniel had rushed past him. He decided he would need some help with this. Hopefully he could recruit Carter at least. Grabbing the phone, he dialed Cheyanne Mountain. "Major Carter, please. This is Colonel O'Neill."