|looking down|season four|the light|tag|
"What are you doing?"
"Hi, Jack."
"Hi. What are you doing?"
"What does it matter?"
Jack swallowed and took another step towards his friend. He remembered the last time he had stood on this balcony beside him, and Daniel's voice was just as hollow as it had been then.
Unlike the last time, however, laughter rang out behind them, instead of the haunting whistle of a forgotten tea kettle--and the voices of their friends could be heard just behind them.
"People are asking for you," Jack said.
Daniel placed his forearms on the banister--the only thing between him and the eight story drop. He looked down. "What do they want?"
"How should I know what they want?" Jack snapped. He agitatedly ran a hand through his hair, shooting Daniel an anxious glance.
"I'm not in the mood, Jack. I don't feel like celebrating."
"It's your birthday, Daniel."
"It's just a day."
"Daniel---"
"Do you ever just look out and watch the cars driving by?"
Jack frowned. "What?"
Daniel smiled wryly. "I forgot. You watch the stars instead. I can't see them well from here--not with all the street lights. Besides, the stars are still so unfamiliar. I got so used to the ones I would see on Abydos, I don't think I've ever quite adjusted to these."
"Is this place still not home to you?" Jack asked softly.
"No. I'm beginning to think it never will be."
"That's a real nice thing to say--considering how much effort I've put into trying to help you adjust."
"This place is so cold, Jack. And even Egypt isn't the same as it used to be. Abydos ruined everywhere else for me."
Sha'uri ruined everyone else for me, silently echoed his words.
Jack sighed, and leaned onto the banister beside Daniel. Neither of them spoke--they simply stared silently down.
Sam caught sight of them on her way to refill her drink. She frowned and stepped outside. "What are you guys doing out here?"
Jack gave Daniel a sideways glance. "Just watching the cars, Carter."
|The End|
"What are you doing?"
"Hi, Jack."
"Hi. What are you doing?"
"What does it matter?"
Jack swallowed and took another step towards his friend. He remembered the last time he had stood on this balcony beside him, and Daniel's voice was just as hollow as it had been then.
Unlike the last time, however, laughter rang out behind them, instead of the haunting whistle of a forgotten tea kettle--and the voices of their friends could be heard just behind them.
"People are asking for you," Jack said.
Daniel placed his forearms on the banister--the only thing between him and the eight story drop. He looked down. "What do they want?"
"How should I know what they want?" Jack snapped. He agitatedly ran a hand through his hair, shooting Daniel an anxious glance.
"I'm not in the mood, Jack. I don't feel like celebrating."
"It's your birthday, Daniel."
"It's just a day."
"Daniel---"
"Do you ever just look out and watch the cars driving by?"
Jack frowned. "What?"
Daniel smiled wryly. "I forgot. You watch the stars instead. I can't see them well from here--not with all the street lights. Besides, the stars are still so unfamiliar. I got so used to the ones I would see on Abydos, I don't think I've ever quite adjusted to these."
"Is this place still not home to you?" Jack asked softly.
"No. I'm beginning to think it never will be."
"That's a real nice thing to say--considering how much effort I've put into trying to help you adjust."
"This place is so cold, Jack. And even Egypt isn't the same as it used to be. Abydos ruined everywhere else for me."
Sha'uri ruined everyone else for me, silently echoed his words.
Jack sighed, and leaned onto the banister beside Daniel. Neither of them spoke--they simply stared silently down.
Sam caught sight of them on her way to refill her drink. She frowned and stepped outside. "What are you guys doing out here?"
Jack gave Daniel a sideways glance. "Just watching the cars, Carter."
|The End|