Taking a small break from my other story, Prophecy, to bring you this little peice of fan fiction.

This story will not have much to do with the actual Stargate, or going off-world at all. I wanted to write a story from the point of view of an outsider, trying to be a part of Daniel's life, when she knows nothing of the Stargate and how someone might deal with secrets being kept from them.

I'm not really sure when this takes place. Daniel is in an apartment, but if I remember correctly, during season 7 he had his own place, but I forgot about that when I was writing this, but I liked the way it turned out, so please look over that little fact :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, now would I. No money was exchanged. I also don't own Batman :-D (no, this isn't a crossover ha)

Prolouge

She turned around when she got to the elevator to see him watching her. His gaze immediately went to the floor, and he took a step back before he closed the door.

She felt the huge knot in her stomach grow as the elevator door opened. She forced herself into the awaiting lift and pressed the button for the lobby.

She leaned against the back wall, arms wrapped protectively around her waist, willing the tears not to fall.

The doors opened, having reached their destination and she stepped out. She attempted a smile to the doorman, Larry, before pushing the door open to the outside world.

She walked to her car and managed to get the keys in the door. She took one last look up at the window she knew was his, only to see the curtian fall back into place. It broke her heart as she climbed into her car.

'Why am I acking like this?' she thought to herself. 'I'm the one who broke up with him.' she shook her head. It had been the right thing to do. 'Then why do I hurt so bad?'

She stuck the keys in the ignition and pulled out into the street as escaped tears fell down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away, but more came, unbidden.

She'd taken the final step in ending the relationship. No matter how hard she tried, she could no longer put up with all the secrets and unexplained injuries he suffered while he was at work.

She hated that he was sometimes gone for days, and one time even weeks, at a time without any explaination.

At first, it hadn't been so difficult. It was even fun at times. She nicknamed him Batman and came up with the most crazy of stories about his absence and how he saved Gotham City from the likes of the Riddler or the Penguin and he would laugh, kiss her, tell her he loved her.

But it soon got less fun.

Soon he was coming home with more than just small cuts and bruises, and he never gave her a straight answer as to how he recieved such injuries working for the Air Force doing who knows what under that Mountain.

That was another thing that always confused her. It had never made sense to her why the Air Force would need an archeologist or a linguist such as him. He had told her it was to help break codes that were in other languages, which made a little sense, but still didn't explain the various afflictions he had aquired.

She had taken all she could. Though she had fallen in love with the man, love wasn't enough. Not when there was no trust. He clearly didn't trust her enough to tell her what he really did in the belly of Cheyanne Mountian. Breaking it off with him was the hardest thing she had ever had to do.

The love she had for him, even though they'd only been dating for six months, ran deep, but it couldn't overcome the hurt she felt everytime she was on the recieving end of one of his ridiculous cover-ups. She couldn't, wouldn't, let herself live like that.

She pulled up to a stop sign and glanced in the rearview mirror. The vision of his front door blurred with tears. She blinked them out before turning off his road.

'Gotta move on, Kerri.' she told herself. 'Gotta leave Daniel in the past.'

More to Come!

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