Realizations 4
To think that his theories had been correct – as far fetched as many had thought they were. They had kicked him out of his job, saying he was insane. His ideas had put his reputation and his job at stake, and he had lost both. There wasn't much lower to go, than he already was. But then what did a doctor of archaeology do? Add to that the knowledge of not only dead cultures, but dead languages, and that left him…where, exactly? Oh, that's right, no job, no money, and no home.
At least until he met Kathryn later that day. And she had led him on a wonderful journey. Straight into military secrets that he had no part in – short of trying to learn new languages. To think that ancient Egyptian was still being spoken, albeit not on Earth, but on another planet!
The deciphering of the Stargate had been easy enough – at least for a man of his talents. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for actually traveling through the Stargate. Ending up on another planet, speaking with people in another language – that was the thrill, the moment every archaeologist and linguist dreamed of.
He had met his soon-to-be-wife, a gorgeous woman who loved easily and was easy to love, on this planet. He couldn't imagine life without her…until the fated day when she was taken. He still hadn't understood who the Goa'uld were, or why they were so dangerous. He had been blinded by love.
But it was this same blindness that forced him to hope, even when he had seen her eyes flash and her hand reaching toward him ominously. Oh how he wished he could have taken her spot – to trade places. He wanted to be with her again – a wish – an obsession – that he took seriously. Seriously enough to join the military and go through the dreaded Stargate, in hopes of finding his wife, and of bringing her back to normal – that they might once again be one.
Each time, however, had found her farther from his grasp until he could barely remember her. It was in his deepest despair that he found what he was looking for: a memory of her smile, or maybe some little thing, like a pen, would suddenly strike his fancy. And then he would have to hide his grief, lest his team decide him unfit for a mission. Each mission brought him closer. Each time he came closer, he realized just how far away he was. And with the distance growing, he knew not how to save his wife. His wife, an enemy, a Goa'uld host, a goddess deceived.
Regardless of the danger and regardless of what he had to sacrifice, he would bring her back. He would not rest until he found and saved her. Daniel Jackson promised himself that.
