4/12/05
His eyes was what made her give him the small, second glances. They reflected everything. Every emotion, every thought, worry, fear and love. She liked seeing love shining in them.
The wonder of everything around him was as if he had never seen such things, even the simplest of objects caught a curious glance. And when he would throw that glance at her… something happened. Her heart fluttered, her breathing louder. The first time she seriously wanted to go to the doctor and make sure she was ok.
The way he would trace the artifact lightly, the way his eyes would become distant and thoughtful, the way he would try to mouth the words as he traced them.
She loved watching the way he talked about objects and absorbed his intensity. It was like hers when she was not reined in and told to calm down. They were like wild horse when they would be together thinking a project through, discussing something they both were passionate about.
And now he stood before her, talking to the others in the room, leaving her to simply watch. Watch as his enthusiasm grew as the others tried to look on and track his leaping logic. She found she followed quite easily. And it did not have much to do with the fact he was taking the steps slowly, in case the others wanted to follow.
He was in his regulation blue pants and black short sleeve shirt, his jacket draped over on of the chairs. He stood slightly with his back to her, concentrating on the others. He took off his glasses now and pinched his nose, forcing the tension and frustration to leave.
And as his eyes met hers, Sam gasped internally as she say how handsome Daniel Jackson was, and how much she loved him.