Disclaimer: I do not own StarGate or it's characters I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: Clair de Lune is an OC I imagine her looking like the actress Nadia Bjorlin
Daniel woke up to see Clair sitting cross legged on his bedroom floor. She had a pad of paper and a pencil and was sketching. She wore a look of pure concentration on her face. Daniel yawned causing Clair to look up.
"I was inspired." Clair said. Her face was lit up with a smile. Around her the floor was littered with sketches. Drawing and painting was something that still gave her happiness.
Daniel got up from the bed and knelt down beside her. He started picking up some of the sketches that were on the floor. He had to admit that even now her talent amazed him. She had been sketching pictures of him while he slept.
"Looks like you haven't lost your touch," Daniel smiled. He paused when he came across a sketch of Sha're. "Can I keep this one?" Daniel asked. He held the sketch out for Clair to see. Even though it had been months since his wife's death Daniel still felt the sting of her loss.
"Of course you can. If I could get a canvas and some paints I could make you a painting of it," Clair offered. Daniel had such a sad look on his face as he looked at the sketch. Clair didn't want to pry, but she had to know. "Daniel who is she?" Clair asked.
"My wife. Her name is Sha're." Daniel replied. He watched as a surprised look came across Clair's face. There wasn't a day that went by that Daniel didn't think about Sha're. He only wished he could have found a way to save her.
"You're married?" Clair asked. She had to admit that she was surprised, but yet wasn't surprised. Of course someone like Daniel would end up married. Clair felt a pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach.
"I was married, yes." Daniel said. He never talked to anyone outside of SG-1 about what had happen so he knew he was going to have cover the truth up a little. He could understand why Clair would want to know.
"Was married?" Clair questioned. She almost let out a sigh of relief. She would have felt so bad if Daniel had ended up cheating on his wife with her. Clair only wished she had known sooner.
"She's dead, she was killed." Daniel explained. He watched Clair's reaction as a look of sympathy shown on her face. He was almost knocked over when Clair threw her arms around him in a hug.
"I'm so sorry Daniel. It must have been really hard on you." Clair consoled. She knew how she felt when Daniel left to go to college it felt like someone had punched a hole in her chest. At the time she never thought she would see him again.
"I miss her a lot, but each day gets a little bit easier." Daniel told Clair. Sometimes he found just not talking about it easier than dealing with the fact that he was never going to see Sha're again. Daniel knew that with time he would heal.
"She was very beautiful Daniel," Clair remarked. She looked at the sketch Daniel held in his hand. She knew that if Daniel were to have ever gotten married that it would be to some beautiful. "I can tell she loved you very much." Clair added.
"She was beautiful in every way." Daniel agreed. Daniel would always hold on to his memories of his wife. He knew Sha're wouldn't have wanted him to just stop living. He would always wonder though what kind of life they could have had.
"Daniel I'm sorry about what I said last night." Clair told him. She let go of Daniel and put a little space between them. Deep down she knew that Daniel didn't return her feelings. The fact that Daniel walked away without saying anything after she told him that she loved him still weighed heavy on her.
"No, I'm the one who needs to apologize." Daniel corrected. He regretted not saying anything, but at the time he didn't know what to say. A part of him had always known she was in love with him, but he didn't how to handle it. With Sha're everything was easy. He couldn't say without any certainty that what he felt with Clair wasn't born out of the guilt he felt.
"You don't need to. I put you on the spot and I shouldn't have." Clair said. She knew that it wasn't fair to him. Daniel had his own life now he didn't need her messing it up. Clair was doing her best not to break down.
"The thing is my feelings for you had always been very complicated." Daniel explained. Having Clair storm back into his turned everything upside down. He had thought that he had moved on from his past.
"Enough of this for now. You go make us some coffee and I'll go get dressed." Clair said. Clair had found a duffel bag with some of her things in it under the couch. She must have put it there, but couldn't remember.
"You brought clothes with you, but you've been prancing around in my t-shirt. What' is up with that?" Daniel wondered. Daniel just shook his head in amazement.
Clair stood up and stretched. "It's comfy beside I couldn't remember if I had even brought anything else with me," she explained. She ruffled Daniel's hair as she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room where her bag was. She found some clothes and walked back to the bedroom. "You are going to make coffee right because I could really use some?" Clair asked.
"Of course." Daniel replied. He just shook his in disbelief. Clair really was something else. Daniel left the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen. As he absentmindedly went about the task of making coffee he could hear the shower running.
Daniel sat at the kitchen table sipping his coffee when Clair came in. Daniel gave her the once over. She was wearing a plain white tank top along with a pair impossibly short shorts. To complete the whole outfit it was topped off with an unbuttoned flannel shirt and on her feet she wore a pair of tennis shoes.
"That was my favorite shirt you know. I had thought that I packed it when I left." Daniel commented. He held out a cup of coffee to Clair as she joined him at the table.
"I found it under my bed after you had left." Clair replied. She sipped her coffee. Daniel had been in a hurry to catch his bus that morning that he had snuck out of her room with just his pants.
"That would explain why I couldn't find it." Daniel said. He could believe that Clair had held on to it for that long.
"How about I make some breakfast? I think I saw mix for waffles in the cupboards that just needs water." Clair offered. She put her coffee down and busied herself with making breakfast. She got the mixing bowl and waffle iron from under the sink.
Daniel's phone rang and he answered it. He knew that had to be Jack he just hoped that he had some good news.
"Daniel you're not going to like this, but I have some bad news." Jack spoke. He didn't like having to start a conversation that way, but it was best to get it over with.
"I was really hoping for some good news." Daniel stated. He had a feeling that is was going to go down like this.
"We've been talking to the police here and they would like to question Clair." Jack explained. There wasn't much that could be done about it it was just the way things had to be.
"They might want to question you too." Jack explained. Jack didn't like the idea, but the fact that Clair went strait to him didn't look good.
"Fine let them. Tell them we'll be there as soon as possible." Daniel said. He hung up the phone and sighed. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he would do his best to help Clair.
Clair stopped from her mixing and turned to face Daniel. "That's was your friend wasn't it?" she inquired. The icky feeling of dread began to wash over her.
"The police want to question you. That's all I know for now." Daniel explained. He could tell Clair was nervous.
"Well if I go to jail that should make your friends happy. I don't think they like me very much." Clair stated. She could understand why though because they are looking out for Daniel.
"They can't not not like you because that don't even know you, besides we don't even know if you're going to have to go to jail or not." Daniel pointed out. He really hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"Que Sera, Sera." Clair said. Whatever happened to her would happen. She was resigned to her fate.
"What will be, will be. Well I wont accept that." Daniel said. He knew that Clair was trying to put on a brave front, but he wasn't buying it.
"Eat." Clair ordered as she sat a plate of waffles in front of Daniel. She really didn't feel like talking anymore.
Daniel didn't say anything. He went to the fridge and got out the maple syrup. He poured some on his waffles and passed the container to Clair. He knew that it was best not to press the issue. They ate their breakfast in silence. Daniel could tell that it was going to be a long day.