|ghost|season five|meridian|tag|
Daniel watched his friends laughing, as they headed to the elevator--glad to see them smiling again. But there was a sadness in his eyes as well, because he couldn't laugh with them.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he whispered.
"You can come with me--and I will show you the way."
Daniel spun around at the voice. Oma Desala smiled softly at him, her form glowing in the same strange way he realized he was now as well.
"Where?" he asked. "I have to leave my friends, don't I? I can't--I can't stay here."
"You have already left."
"Right," Daniel whispered, turning his gaze back to his team. "I guess I have."
"You will be happy with us, Daniel Jackson. You must release them. Your path is paved now in another direction."
"I just--as unlikely as it seems, this has been my home. For the last five years this is the only place I've felt safe. My friends are here, everything. I don't know if I can leave."
"Lingering here helps neither them nor you."
"No. No, it doesn't. I know that, but--"
"You must come with me. It will be easier soon."
"What if I didn't want to," he said brokenly. "What if I decided I made a mistake and this isn't what I want? Could I go back? Would you let me go back?"
"It is not impossible. Some we believe ready when they are not. Some are simply not meant for this existence. But I don't believe that of you, Daniel. You were born for this."
Daniel looked to the smiling faces of his friends before the closing elevator doors hid them completely. He lost a little bit more of himself then, one of the last pieces left behind when he had lost his ability to touch.
She was right. He couldn't stay here. And even if it was possible, he couldn't go back.
"No," he countered softly. "I died for this."
|The End|
Daniel watched his friends laughing, as they headed to the elevator--glad to see them smiling again. But there was a sadness in his eyes as well, because he couldn't laugh with them.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he whispered.
"You can come with me--and I will show you the way."
Daniel spun around at the voice. Oma Desala smiled softly at him, her form glowing in the same strange way he realized he was now as well.
"Where?" he asked. "I have to leave my friends, don't I? I can't--I can't stay here."
"You have already left."
"Right," Daniel whispered, turning his gaze back to his team. "I guess I have."
"You will be happy with us, Daniel Jackson. You must release them. Your path is paved now in another direction."
"I just--as unlikely as it seems, this has been my home. For the last five years this is the only place I've felt safe. My friends are here, everything. I don't know if I can leave."
"Lingering here helps neither them nor you."
"No. No, it doesn't. I know that, but--"
"You must come with me. It will be easier soon."
"What if I didn't want to," he said brokenly. "What if I decided I made a mistake and this isn't what I want? Could I go back? Would you let me go back?"
"It is not impossible. Some we believe ready when they are not. Some are simply not meant for this existence. But I don't believe that of you, Daniel. You were born for this."
Daniel looked to the smiling faces of his friends before the closing elevator doors hid them completely. He lost a little bit more of himself then, one of the last pieces left behind when he had lost his ability to touch.
She was right. He couldn't stay here. And even if it was possible, he couldn't go back.
"No," he countered softly. "I died for this."
|The End|