Prologue: The Grave of a Wife
Daniel knelt down in front of the tombstone; the ground around it gave no evidence that it was a site for a burial ground. Daniel gently grasped his glasses, taking them off for a brief second as he wiped them off; streams of tears rolled down his cheeks as he viewed the tombstone, the name itself besides the memories were enough to cause him pain within his heart.
The tombstone read simply: I hoped for life, I found death. I hoped for freedom, I found solitude. But I hoped for love, and I found it. I love you, Daniel, and I will forever remember you. Here Lies Sha're, Wife of Daniel Jackson. The words were not her's, but they were enough to cause him to cry anyways.
He was glad that none of his friends would seem him cry like this, like a baby who is growing his teeth. He would have hated to see Jack's face, watching him cry like this. He would have hated to see Carter pity him, but he would not mind Teal'c. He would let him suffer within his own grief, it seems, and let him wander in it, but not without a companion.
He finally stopped crying, as he slowly extended upward from his knelling position, as he silently wiped his eyes and cheeks, but he let one more tear, crawling like a snail, down his cheek. He then made an about face, and walked forward, without looking back. He saw the massive gate in front of him, a sign of his life that was forever changed, that would forever remain strange to him.
He shifted, uneasily, as he softly pushed in the symbols for the Earth Stargate, but he noticed something was wrong. He must have dialed the wrong gate, he thought, but it looks correct. He shook that feeling as he entered the Stargate, stepping in the blue field that was between the archways.
But, on the other side, Daniel would find himself in a world of a different sort.
A much different sort.