A/N: Didn't realize I wrote this. Found it while cleaning up my files, so added here. I know this wasn't a big story. Barely anyone read it, but here it is anyhow...

Title: These Old Hands.. Part 2

Jack's angry words vibrated through Daniel's skull

"Tell me!" He pushed away from Daniel's grip, fallen on the dirt grave.

"Fuck!" Jack groans. Pain erupting in his knee at the angle he lands.

Daniel lifts himself up and offers Jack his hand.

After moans and complaints, Jack finally excepts the help. But not until Daniel promises to tell him everything.

Helping the older man over toward his car, he leaves him laying against the front bumper.

"Talk!"

That's all Jack says. His eyes full of anger and hurt. Voice the same.

"I..." He stops. He can't look Jack in the eyes and say this. He just can't.

"Daniel, I don't have all year here. Now if you wouldn't mind. I think you owe me, at least."

Shaking his head in agreement, yes he did owe him. Owed him the truth. Tell him what really happened.

Turning back toward those brown eyes.

Those brown eyes that haunted his dreams.

Taunted him through his living life.

"I was dying. I had a choice; Either fight what was most likely a losing battle, or reascend with Oma Desala."

"And I see what you chose," Jack sneered.

Closing his eyes, he continued, " I was stuck in this 60's diner, with Oma as.. get this, a waitress, neverless. And another ascended named Mike. We talked and I saw and I chose."

"Lovely."

"Jack..."

"Don't you dare, Jack me! You left me! Fucking left me. You said goodbye to Teal'c, but couldn't bother to say goodbye to me, could you."

Jack's breath increased. His hand tightened in as full of a grip as he could. He could finish this. Just breath...

"Jack, calm down. Please. Breath," Daniel said worried. He rubbed placed a hand on Jack's shoulder, while another rubbed his back.

"Don. Don't baby me," Jack said. "Continue," he demanded.

Shaking his head in understanding, "I said goodbye to Teal'c, then I went to say goodbye to Sam. I was going to leave you for last, but it was too hard."

Jack lifted his head, "What? Sam. You said goodbye to Sam?"

Nodding his head, "Yes..." He stopped when he caught Jack's troubling breaths again.

"Maybe I should get you to the hospital..."

"I'm fine. Continue..."

"I don't think you are, Jack. Please, I don't want to lose you again." Daniel pleaded.

"No, tell me why you didn't say goodbye to me, please Daniel. Please."

Pulling Jack into his arms, tears falling onto his shoulder, "Cause I loved you. How could I say goodbye to you. I would never have you, so I..."

"Left.." Jack finished for him.

"You said you said goodbye to Sam. She never told me. Now, tell me what exactly happened that day.."

"Not now, Jack. One day I will, but not today. All I want to tell you is that I'm here for you. And I still love you. Loved you for the last 22 years Jack. You are everything to me, and more. When I descended 12 years ago, I wanted to run to your side, but I couldn't. I can't tell you why. I swear to you I didn't know you loved me. If I had known I would of never..."

Daniel's sentence was stopped when Jack's chapped lips met his.

Once they pulled away, Daniel looked at Jack confused.

"Jack?" He questioned.

Smirking, "Been waiting 15 years for that."

So, they looked at each other. This was far from finished. Much more had to be spoken. And answers still needed to be given.

"Who ratted me out?" Jack asked. He knew if anyone from the SGC had known Daniel was alive they would of told him.

He didn't hide himself that far into seclusion.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Daniel stumpled over what to tell Jack.

"You'd never guess. I just happened to run into someone, who was married to someone we both know, and I'm here."

"So...?"

One word. One name.

"Sam."