CHAPTER SEVEN
"Do you want to see the photos?" Megan asked again.
"Sure, I would love to see them."
Sitting down next to Megan she began to turn the pages. The title of the album caught his attention. Daniel and Megan Jackson's First Album.
It hit him fully when he opened to the first page and saw his wedding photo, or rather Megan's wedding photo. Daniel sat and stared at it for a moment taking in every detail.
"You looked absolutely beautiful." Daniel commented.
"Well all I can say is that I look a lot better then than I do now. I know every pregnant woman says this but I feel like a beached whale. Do you mind if I lay down my back is very sore?"
"No go ahead, do you want me to rub it for you"
"Yes thanks, that would be fantastic."
Lying down on her side, Megan took the album from Daniel and held it so he could still see it and turned the pages for him.
"Is that what I think it is?" He suddenly exclaimed a few photos in.
"What?"
He pointed to one of the photos.
"Oh that one, well in my world. My father and Sam were dating at the time of our wedding. They actually moved in together about a week after this photo was taken.
Sam saw these photos yesterday. She was a little shell shocked by it. You think that they would be used to it by now. I think over the last five months I properly would have visited about twenty or so realities. I would have to say that in 19 of them they were an item. There were ones where, we were together. There were also ones, where it was almost exactly the same as the reality that we came from. I was even pregnant with our second child in a few of them."
"It must have been hard, seeing some one else lives your life, while you're traipsing all around the universe trying to find some where to fit in." "I know that Sam would never forgive me when I say this, but honestly most of them have blurred into another. I was never there that long. Once it was established that we couldn't stay, I usually only stayed to gather some supplies and then I headed off. I'm so glad we finally found some where to settle down, so to speak."
"So am I. How does that feel?"
"Like heaven. That feels so good. Thank you Daniel."
Megan continued to turn the pages of the album, showing Johnny, Jack and Sam's wedding and some other assorted photos.
When the album was finished Megan picked up the envelope that she had pulled out of her bag earlier.
"Do you want to see these ones? They are family photos. They are photos of your family. I gathered that your parents died when you were young as well. My husband always cherished these photos they were of his early child hood with his parents."
Daniel stopped massaging Megan's back and lay down next to her. They both rolled on to their backs.
Megan handed the envelope to Daniel.
"I never had any photos of my parents. They got lost along the way, moving so often and the fact that my grandfather was the one that packed up their house and he wasn't exactly fond of sentimental things."
Watching him open the envelope and carefully handle each one, scanning it in to his memory, taking in every detail, Megan couldn't help but see the sadness in his eyes.
He stared in awe at the photos, even though he knew deep down they weren't actually him, he did not care it looked like him and the older people in the photo looked like his parents.
"Johnny takes after your dad. You can see it in his eyes." Megan said while watching him.
Megan was rolling to her side trying to get comfortable when Daniel leaned over and kissed her out of the blue.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, more of a thank you kiss. But all the same their lips lingered together. They both enjoyed the physical contact of another person.
Daniel brought his hand up to Megan's face and gently stroked her cheek. Both of them forgetting where they where, lost in each other. After a few moments Megan pulled back from him, with an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm sorry Daniel, I can't do this." Getting up as fast as her body would let her she left the room.
Daniel stayed there thinking about what he had done. He didn't mean to kiss her. As much as he enjoyed it he mentally berated himself for allowing it to happen.
He knew her feelings on the subject. And he truly understood that she was still deeply missing her husband. But he couldn't stop himself. The emotion just swept him up, seeing those photos, laying here next to her, smelling her perfume. He was such and idiot.
He couldn't handle it if she got upset over him being so absolutely stupid. He brushed his fingers past his lips, still tasting her there; he realized that she had kissed him back. Granted that she was the one that had pulled away, but she had kissed him.
He didn't know what to do; he didn't know if he should go after her or leave her to sort it out by herself. Deciding on the former he went off to see if he could find her.
Megan sat in darkness in the nursery with her back to the door.
Megan silently moved backward and forward on the rocking chair that Daniel had bought her. She was trying to sort out all the confused emotions running around in her head.
She loved Daniel Jackson so much. But the one that she fell in love with was dead. The one that just kissed her had no knowledge of her until a day ago.
She could see all the characteristics that she fell in love with.
The way he nervously pushes his glasses up when he is self conscious about something. The way he stuffs his hands in his pockets when he is embarrassed. Little things like that.
She was so confused. Did she only feel attracted to this man because in essence he was her husband? If it was because he was just like her husband then it wasn't fair on him.
Megan, who was unaware that a solitary figure was watching her thru a crack in the door, started singing a lullaby softly to the unborn babies.
Knocking softly on the door Daniel entered.
Megan continued singing as Daniel walked up behind her. He sat down on the toy chest beside the chair.
"Megan, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that."
He took one of her hands in his; suddenly she stopped singing and looked at him. With the moonlight behind him, Daniel could see that she was crying.
"Megan, I've decided that I can't keep hurting you like this. I don't know how, but I have feelings for you. They grow every time you are in the same room with me. It grows when I see you playing with your son, or singing to your babies. I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to leave now. I will not come back until you ask me too. If you decide that you don't want me to spend anytime with the children, then as much as it hurts I won't. You and Johnny have grown very important to me. I know I sound like a mad man ranting, we have only known each other for just over a day. But I know what I'm feeling is real."
He stood up and headed towards the door. Stopping just short of exiting, he turned around to face her.
"Megan, I above most people understands what you're going through, being widowed. But I want you to know this. If I had been in your husband's position, I would have happily died to guarantee my family's safety. And I would not think of what we just did as betrayal. I can honestly say that there is no one else that I would trust to look after you, more than myself. Think of it as a second chance at happiness."
Quietly he left the room and sad his goodbyes to everyone downstairs, then went home and got drunk.
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"Do you want to see the photos?" Megan asked again.
"Sure, I would love to see them."
Sitting down next to Megan she began to turn the pages. The title of the album caught his attention. Daniel and Megan Jackson's First Album.
It hit him fully when he opened to the first page and saw his wedding photo, or rather Megan's wedding photo. Daniel sat and stared at it for a moment taking in every detail.
"You looked absolutely beautiful." Daniel commented.
"Well all I can say is that I look a lot better then than I do now. I know every pregnant woman says this but I feel like a beached whale. Do you mind if I lay down my back is very sore?"
"No go ahead, do you want me to rub it for you"
"Yes thanks, that would be fantastic."
Lying down on her side, Megan took the album from Daniel and held it so he could still see it and turned the pages for him.
"Is that what I think it is?" He suddenly exclaimed a few photos in.
"What?"
He pointed to one of the photos.
"Oh that one, well in my world. My father and Sam were dating at the time of our wedding. They actually moved in together about a week after this photo was taken.
Sam saw these photos yesterday. She was a little shell shocked by it. You think that they would be used to it by now. I think over the last five months I properly would have visited about twenty or so realities. I would have to say that in 19 of them they were an item. There were ones where, we were together. There were also ones, where it was almost exactly the same as the reality that we came from. I was even pregnant with our second child in a few of them."
"It must have been hard, seeing some one else lives your life, while you're traipsing all around the universe trying to find some where to fit in." "I know that Sam would never forgive me when I say this, but honestly most of them have blurred into another. I was never there that long. Once it was established that we couldn't stay, I usually only stayed to gather some supplies and then I headed off. I'm so glad we finally found some where to settle down, so to speak."
"So am I. How does that feel?"
"Like heaven. That feels so good. Thank you Daniel."
Megan continued to turn the pages of the album, showing Johnny, Jack and Sam's wedding and some other assorted photos.
When the album was finished Megan picked up the envelope that she had pulled out of her bag earlier.
"Do you want to see these ones? They are family photos. They are photos of your family. I gathered that your parents died when you were young as well. My husband always cherished these photos they were of his early child hood with his parents."
Daniel stopped massaging Megan's back and lay down next to her. They both rolled on to their backs.
Megan handed the envelope to Daniel.
"I never had any photos of my parents. They got lost along the way, moving so often and the fact that my grandfather was the one that packed up their house and he wasn't exactly fond of sentimental things."
Watching him open the envelope and carefully handle each one, scanning it in to his memory, taking in every detail, Megan couldn't help but see the sadness in his eyes.
He stared in awe at the photos, even though he knew deep down they weren't actually him, he did not care it looked like him and the older people in the photo looked like his parents.
"Johnny takes after your dad. You can see it in his eyes." Megan said while watching him.
Megan was rolling to her side trying to get comfortable when Daniel leaned over and kissed her out of the blue.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, more of a thank you kiss. But all the same their lips lingered together. They both enjoyed the physical contact of another person.
Daniel brought his hand up to Megan's face and gently stroked her cheek. Both of them forgetting where they where, lost in each other. After a few moments Megan pulled back from him, with an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm sorry Daniel, I can't do this." Getting up as fast as her body would let her she left the room.
Daniel stayed there thinking about what he had done. He didn't mean to kiss her. As much as he enjoyed it he mentally berated himself for allowing it to happen.
He knew her feelings on the subject. And he truly understood that she was still deeply missing her husband. But he couldn't stop himself. The emotion just swept him up, seeing those photos, laying here next to her, smelling her perfume. He was such and idiot.
He couldn't handle it if she got upset over him being so absolutely stupid. He brushed his fingers past his lips, still tasting her there; he realized that she had kissed him back. Granted that she was the one that had pulled away, but she had kissed him.
He didn't know what to do; he didn't know if he should go after her or leave her to sort it out by herself. Deciding on the former he went off to see if he could find her.
Megan sat in darkness in the nursery with her back to the door.
Megan silently moved backward and forward on the rocking chair that Daniel had bought her. She was trying to sort out all the confused emotions running around in her head.
She loved Daniel Jackson so much. But the one that she fell in love with was dead. The one that just kissed her had no knowledge of her until a day ago.
She could see all the characteristics that she fell in love with.
The way he nervously pushes his glasses up when he is self conscious about something. The way he stuffs his hands in his pockets when he is embarrassed. Little things like that.
She was so confused. Did she only feel attracted to this man because in essence he was her husband? If it was because he was just like her husband then it wasn't fair on him.
Megan, who was unaware that a solitary figure was watching her thru a crack in the door, started singing a lullaby softly to the unborn babies.
Knocking softly on the door Daniel entered.
Megan continued singing as Daniel walked up behind her. He sat down on the toy chest beside the chair.
"Megan, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that."
He took one of her hands in his; suddenly she stopped singing and looked at him. With the moonlight behind him, Daniel could see that she was crying.
"Megan, I've decided that I can't keep hurting you like this. I don't know how, but I have feelings for you. They grow every time you are in the same room with me. It grows when I see you playing with your son, or singing to your babies. I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to leave now. I will not come back until you ask me too. If you decide that you don't want me to spend anytime with the children, then as much as it hurts I won't. You and Johnny have grown very important to me. I know I sound like a mad man ranting, we have only known each other for just over a day. But I know what I'm feeling is real."
He stood up and headed towards the door. Stopping just short of exiting, he turned around to face her.
"Megan, I above most people understands what you're going through, being widowed. But I want you to know this. If I had been in your husband's position, I would have happily died to guarantee my family's safety. And I would not think of what we just did as betrayal. I can honestly say that there is no one else that I would trust to look after you, more than myself. Think of it as a second chance at happiness."
Quietly he left the room and sad his goodbyes to everyone downstairs, then went home and got drunk.
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