Yes, Chicago was the obvious choice for obvious reasons ... ;) Enjoy ;)

Sarah Kane walked down the concrete steps as she exited the old building on Michigan Avenue and smiled at the beauty of the chaotic city around her. Not a day had passed since her return that she wasn't reminded of how much she loved it and how glad she was to be back.

Looking up as she proceeded towards the nearest L station, eyes squinting against the bright late afternoon sun, she noticed him; it caused her to stop dead in her tracks.

He was standing near a rack of newspapers, looking curiously at the picture on the front of the Sun-Times; pushing his glasses up on his nose in that oh-so-Daniel fashion.

She'd never expected to see him again, and a delighted smile appeared on her still beautiful face as she raised a hand to hail him.

He stepped back slightly; that was when she saw the young woman standing close to him. He had his arm casually around her.

Sarah felt her heart jump into her throat as the smile ran away from her face. She lowered her hand. They had not seen her yet, but she would have to walk past them to get to the station. That she recognized the woman didn't make it much easier than it had been the first time she'd seen her, back in the lab that day.

She'd grown increasingly restless and irritable in the recovery area of the Cheyenne Mountain facility; a side effect of the sarcophagus withdrawal, Dr. Fraiser had repeatedly advised her.

Sarah had decided it was time to find out just what all the fuss was about. She was certain that Daniel's lab would hold a treasure trove of keys to secrets she knew were locked away in her somehow.

By behaving herself for a few days, she had managed to persuade them to undo the restraints that were typically needed during the withdrawal period. Then, she had "borrowed" some uniform clothes from a nurse's locker in the infirmary, hiding them between the mattress and box spring of the bed.

The next day, she swiped a card key from an unwitting airman, the ability to do so another remnant from her days of occupation, as she had decided to call it. She then managed to sneak away from her bed and down to the small series of closets known as the lab.

The lab was as incredible as she had thought it might be, and so very Daniel, with things scattered here and there in what would appear to be an extremely disorganized fashion, but which would make perfect sense to the sensitive brown haired archeologist.

She knew she wouldn't have long before her ruse was discovered, and she had started in Daniel's office, imagining somehow that he had the ultimate answers to the nagging questions that were increasingly occupying her brain.

She hadn't expected the picture. Picking it up, she thought her heart had actually stopped for a moment, as the image of the happy couple invaded her senses. It was from some outing to a park of some sort.

It was a lovely picture, the way they were smiling at each other was breathtaking; they had apparently been unaware that it was being taken. Sarah sat down heavily in the desk chair, feeling suddenly weak; she imagined it was from the force of her heart breaking.

Looking at the picture, her woman's sense of things knew that this was a right thing; the mourning for all that she and Daniel had never had, but that he had obviously found with this young woman, suddenly rushed over her then.

She heard the lab door burst open but she didn't move, transfixed by the picture and her own feelings of grief.

"Sarah!" she heard the petite brunette call to her. She could hear the sounds of the guards who were accompanying the no nonsense doctor, and she heard her short, efficient strides as she crossed the lab to the open door of the office with its lights on.

Looking up as Dr. Fraiser appeared in the doorway, a look of thunder on her otherwise pleasant and gentle face, framed by two big burly MP's, it was all Sarah could do to blink back the tears that were welling up in her.

Seeing her sitting there with the photograph in her hands, Janet Fraiser's heart had melted. The photo was one Cassie had impulsively snapped during an outing to Eldorado State Park.

She had turned to her escorts. "It's all right, airmen, I can handle it from here," Sarah remembered her saying gently, dismissively.

Janet had entered the office and slowly sat down in the chair across the desk from her, as a tear coursed down Sarah's cheek and landed unceremoniously on the glass of the frame. She wiped it away quickly and set the picture back down on the desk; somehow it didn't seem right that her feelings had tried to infringe on its scene. She looked up at the doctor now, and smiled through her tears.

"I don't suppose she's some long lost niece or cousin of some sort," Sarah said dryly, in her clipped British accent.

Janet sighed. "No, her name is Jennifer Hailey and she's a member of the SGC," she answered quietly.

"He loves her, doesn't he?" Sarah asked plaintively.

Janet looked at her, with the empathy that could only come from being a woman herself.

"I believe he does, yes," she said in her doctor's tone of voice. "She loves him very much," Janet added, a strange sense of protectiveness for them coming over her in that moment.

The tears were rolling unchecked down Sarah's cheeks now, and she struggled to control them with the backs of her hands.

Janet watched the woman sadly. "They live together now," she said, wanting somehow to give Sarah a sense of finality for the whole situation.

Sarah chuckled gently through her tears. "Isn't that so very Daniel, nothing too formal for that man," she said wryly.

She looked up at Janet now. "Well, then, there really isn't much left for me around this place, now is there?" she said, struggling to regain her sense of herself.

Janet smiled softly at her. "The Air Force will do quite a bit to help you in that regard, Sarah," she said quietly. "You've still got quite a bit of recovery time left, but we can arrange for you to get the best care available practically anywhere you want to go in the country. Maybe you would do better in a place where you can see the outside world more often," the doctor said thoughtfully. "With what you've retained from your experience, you may find that your previous work could be more meaningful than ever," the doctor offered with a hopeful note to her voice.

Sarah nodded slowly. It was true that Osiris' memories had seemed to somehow strengthen her comprehension of things and they had certainly augmented her own archeological acumen. She found herself able to decipher some of the writings here in Daniel's office with a mere glance.

She looked up at the kind doctor now and smiled. "It would seem the possibilities are endless," she said.

Her mental replay stopped then as Daniel looked up from the newspaper box and noticed her. She walked bravely towards the two of them.

"Hello," she said brightly, smiling.

"Hello," Daniel said, in his usual confused tone when something he wasn't expecting happened. Sarah noticed that he didn't remove his arm from where it sat on the young woman's shoulders.

He really does love her, she thought with a slight twinge of the old familiar sadness. Once upon a time she had wished fervently that he would love her that way, but an older and wiser Sarah had known for a long time that it was not meant to work out between them, goaulds and their related issues aside.

"It's nice to see you again, Daniel," she started, long forgotten instincts kicking in to save him from having to start the conversation.

"It's nice to see you, too," he said, with a sincerity that warmed her. He had been on a mission when she had left the Cheyenne complex for the Air Force annex of the Cook County Hospital in Chicago. The white streak that ran through her hair now was the only indication of the ordeal she'd been through, he thought.

She looked at Jennifer now, who was returning her gaze. The deep, dark eyes told Sarah that this was a confident young woman; thanks to her days with Osiris, she could also sense a protective, caring feeling for this man that they had in common.

Jennifer was not a trifling woman, nor one to be trifled with, Sarah surmised. She found herself oddly pleased at this; it suited Daniel.

Daniel watched the two women looking at each other, then at him and realized what was missing.

"I'm sorry," he began as he turned to face Jennifer. "Jennifer, this is Dr. Sarah Kane," he said as he gestured in Sarah's direction. "Sarah, this is Captain Jennifer Hailey," he finished gallantly, as he slid his arm around her again and gestured at Jennifer with his free hand, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Dr. Kane," Jennifer began warmly, as she extended her hand to the woman.

Sarah laughed gently as she took the younger woman's strong hand and returned the firm grasp with her own. "Oh, please, call me Sarah, I get enough of that 'Dr. Kane' with my students," she said with a wry note to her voice.

"Well, Sarah, it's nice to see someone survive their experience with a goauld as well as you obviously have," Jennifer offered graciously.

Sarah smiled. It was easy to see what Daniel liked about this direct young woman. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"Um, students, so I guess that means you're teaching again," Daniel said.

"Yes, I've found since my return that I have quite a knack for hieroglyphic translation, among other perceptions that have made archeology an even greater joy than before," Sarah noted enthusiastically. "The Air Force arranged for me to resume teaching at the University here, no questions asked, and through my own accomplishments I'm now a professor emeritus," she added, a note of pride and triumph in her still British sounding voice.

Daniel smiled, a genuine smile with a tinge of relief; she could sense that he was glad she had done as well as she had. His caring nature always was his downfall, she thought somewhat nostalgically.

"That's wonderful," he said, again with a sincerity that touched her.

They stood there for a moment more, but the conversation possibilities had already been exhausted.

"Well, I've got papers to grade, I should really get going," she said. She turned to Jennifer. "It was very nice to meet you, Jennifer; I'm glad to see that someone's taking good care of him," she said, inclining her head ever so slightly in Daniel's direction.

"The pleasure was mine, Sarah," Jennifer said, giving her a warm smile.

Sarah gave Daniel a brief hug and a peck on the cheek and walked on, heading up the stairs to the train platform. They watched her as she disappeared into the corridor at the top.

As she strode towards the turnstile, the familiar sound of her cell phone reached her ears. Sarah smiled happily as she flipped it open. "Hello luv," she said warmly into the small device.

Down on the street below, Jennifer turned to Daniel. She knew he still blamed himself for how their relationship had ultimately faltered.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, searching his face with her beautiful dark eyes.

"No, but I will be," he said, smiling forlornly at her. The look in his eyes told her he meant it. Suddenly a questioning look crossed his face. "How did you know?"

"A copy of the report made its way into my locker a few days after I got back," Jennifer said in a matter of fact tone of voice. "I figured that if you had any thing to tell me about it, you would," she continued, leveling her gaze at him.

Daniel looked down. "I probably should have told you myself," he said softly. He looked up at her; the torn look from that night was back. "But I really didn't know how to explain it – I was just dreaming about her all the time – well, not really dreaming, I guess, but yes, that was it – I guess it's not really important, but it is, I suppose – but it wasn't like I was fantasizing about her, they were just dreams, but I guess they weren't really dreams in the grand scheme of things, and they felt so real, but somehow I knew they weren't-"

Daniel stopped, pushing his glasses up on his nose, his hand continuing on to push the chestnut brown locks away from his face; he had been babbling incoherently again, if the patient, wise look on Jennifer's face was any indication – and it usually was.

"All I knew for sure was that I just didn't want to hurt you in any way, and that I loved you – I still love you," he said emphatically, gesturing with his hands. The earnestness in his blue eyes was unmistakable.

She smiled at him, a serene, knowing smile.

"I love you, too." A playful look came over her face now. "Now, I believe there was a lake that we were headed towards?" she said, regaining the moment before they had seen her.

Daniel smiled, and took her hand in his as they proceeded east towards Lake Shore Drive and the beautiful lake beyond.

Though you're someone in this life that I'll always choose to love,

From now on, you're only someone that I used to love.