Understanding by Delliham
Chapter 3 – Dawn of Truth
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"You know I didn't mean it don't you? Are we still friends? That's good, for a moment I thought this would come between us"
Daniel peeped through the glass in the door, watching her, then hung his head.
The days had grown older and longer between his visits. To tell the truth he really couldn't stand her. Well not her exactly but the person in which she had regress to.
As the door swung open he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Hey Sam, hows things?" The question was always asked through a fake smile.
The reply was always the same fake, old and used words.
"We're fine"
She sat, a welcoming grin on her face, watching Daniel take a seat next to her on the bed. He sighed.
Ever since she had been admitted to the hospital her state of mind had changed. Sure she could still calculate how long it would take to travel from earth to god-knows-where down to the nearest second – and be correct, she could still fix any computer that broke down without knowing what was wrong with it in the first place – with her eyes closed, but now, well…
A giggle cut through the thick silence.
"Don't say that it's not nice…."
Daniel glanced around
"Sam, honey no one said anything"
"Oh, look, now you made him upset"
Dan sighed again. It was always like this, ever since…
"Colonel O'Neill, keep your thoughts to yourself" she attempted to muffle her amusement at the unheard comment
"Sam, Jack isn't here………... he hasn't been here… for a long time" he looked down. Suddenly the smile was lost replaced with a scow
"Stop it Daniel, why do you always get this way around me and jack?"
"Hes not here Sam, not really"
"You have always been jealous Daniel, always. Get out ….get out!" Sam shrieked, shoving him toward the door.
Daniel stumbled backward as medics swarmed in past him armed with sedatives and ready to help.
"No no, no, its alright" Daniel muttered pushing them out of the way.
In the corner, on her bed, Samantha cuddled her pillow, crying into it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry"
He sat down next to her, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders
"Its alright Sam, I know you didn't do it on purpose"
Slowly her gaze shifted from the distant point on the wall to Jackson's face
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence
Screaming in out hearts…
"Oh, Daniel…"
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But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten
'All I have to do is get out' Sam dashed down the empty corridors, lost and very drugged.
The old hospital walls all looked the same, rows and rows of pink-cream isles flashed passed her.
'Where is the damn door?' she wondered almost screaming. If it was not but for the desperation of her situation she would of.
Suddenly the rubber like floor turned to a soft, plush carpet. In amongst all the rush, she paused and looked down. It was a pale blue with a little star pattern.
Carter smiled. It reminded her of the sky on P3X 210. That had been a good, fun mission.
Looking up she read a sign that said -Cafeteria-. That would explain the carpet.
Shouting echoing from down the passages forced Samantha to think again, not about pleasure but survival. She ran to the exit door and slammed into it. 'Damn, its blocked'.
'Everywhere you find food you will find a kitchen' Cassies stupid info-commercials had said that.
Sam shook her head 'Why do we always remember the most useless facts at the most unappropriated moments?'
She continued, almost stumbling into the kitchen and in it a rather large selection of cutlery and crockery. Pots, bowls, spoons, and…. Just what she was looking for.
"Hey!" A male voice shouted.
Like a deer caught in the headlights Sam froze. Unable to do anything but look and wait.
The man walked confidently toward her, a strange slick smile on his face, one that suggested victory and she didn't like it one bit. With a bit of sudden adrenalin she made a dash for the kitchen door, back into the dining area.
TBC...
hope it hasnt been too hard to follow...