Okay, hopfully this is okay.
It was only suposed to be a short one-shot but now I've got a second part to this little ficlet :-)
Spoiler for Fallen Season 7.
Let me know what you think?
Janet was shaking, Daniel was here, in front of her, solid under her hands as she checked him over, finding no sign of injury or the illness that had taken him from them.
But even though she was stood looking at him she was aware that he wasn't back in every sense.
The look of confusion marring his features as she handed him his glasses- her constant companion since his departure- told her that he didn't remember Earth, didn't recognise his friends and was slightly apprehensive to be in her presence.
Still she let him go, feeling it would be better for him to be in the surroundings his team had prepared for him, the room full of his belongings and items none of them had the ability to dispose of.
It was late, the day had seemed longer than usual and she knew that she should go home and rest, yet here she was stood in front of his door willing herself to enter.
He glanced at her as she moved into the room, the glasses she had held onto for so long jumbled on the bed along with photographs, books and papers.
A shyness he had never shown before appeared as he apologised and swept the items to one side to allow her room to sit. He queried her appearance, gracing her with a slightly uneasy smile as she explained the nature of their previous friendship. A sadness crashed over her as she realised the distance between them was now greater than ever, their interconnecting lives now separate.
She watched as he paced the tiny room, nervous energy bouncing off him as he asked questions, not always pausing to give her time to answer, small things he wanted, needed to know about himself; his life; his job; about her.
She answered as best she could, pretending not to see the pain some of her answers caused him, fighting the instinct to stop and comfort him, deciding early on that honesty was best, if he ever was to remember who he truly was.
Eventually a silence filled the room as he paused to absorb what she had told him, leaning against the desk in front of her, the intense expression on his face telling her it was too much, that she should go.
Standing to leave she was startled by the strong hand that gripped her wrist, looking up at the vivid blues eyes of the man in front of her she was surprised to hear him ask her to stay – just a little longer.
Janet nodded her acceptance gently at him and slowly sat herself back down as he handed her a cup of coffee and began his questioning again in earnest.
She smiled softly at him realising that their Daniel, her Daniel was right there beneath the surface, they just had to look a little harder.