A/N: This is the first of two Sam/Daniel snippets I promised my 'Shy' readers. :P Now, it's not the original that I wrote in a book. It's the improved version - but still mushy. If you're not a mush-fan, wear a hazmat suit. Pre-established marriage between these two. As usual, I own nothing and apologise for how short this is.
If there was one thing Daniel had learned while part of SG-1, it was that a translator's work was never done. Ever. And it was something Sam had also learned. He had been endlessly toiling away into the late hours of every night for the past fortnight. On Monday, it had been an entirely new language, with the same on Tuesday. By Wednesday, it was Goa'uld and Thursday it was Mayan. That night, Friday, her husband had been lumbered with yet another terribly complicated alien script. By the middle of the previous week, they'd agreed that Sam would just retire to bed instead of waiting for him. However, that night was just a step too far for the blonde. She stalked down the stairs and into the dining room where Daniel sat at the table, pouring over intricate notes. After a moment of taking in his hunched form, she made her presence known.
"Daniel," she half-whispered. He glanced up and a smile moulded to his weary features.
"Shouldn't you be asleep? Janet says you need to rest after that last mission," he sighed, grasping her hand. Sam allowed herself an eye roll devoid of exasperation.
"I have been, all week - the exact opposite of what you have. When you come home you always have work to do and then, before I know it, it's time to get dressed and head back to base!" she ranted. "I'm fed up, Daniel. I just want you back."
"Sam, I'm right here," he replied, running his thumb over the skin of her hand, even as she made small efforts to tug it away.
"Argh, it was stupid. Shouldn't have mentioned it, sorry..." Sam deflated, making to leave.
"No, no. You should have. I've been working too much, too often. As cheesy as it sounds, I married you to be with you not to swap you for some stupid alien symbols," Daniel gazed into her eyes, a beautiful shade of blue only a tad lighter than his. A tear had gathered in them. She choked out a sob and he stood, pulling her hands so she stumbled closer to him. Out came an this time she pushed it away, and held her head high.
"Leave that, you can finish it tomorrow. Sleeping alone is lonely, boring and depressing. You know how much I hate those, right?" she eyed him hopefully as several expressions crossed his face in the blink of an eye.
"Okay... I'll race you upstairs."
A/N: The fourth instalment of this collection will be up when I can. In the next fortnight. XD Thanks so much for reading!