AUTHOR: Demon Faith
EMAIL: rosabeth@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: Sam/Daniel friendship heading for romance,
Epilogue: Absolute Power
SPOILERS: 2010 and Absolute Power (In your face, America!)
SEASON/SEQUEL: Directly after Absolute Power, Season 4
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: Nice, heavy spoilers for Absolute Power.
Isn’t that nice?
SUMMARY: The title says it all!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate. However, I’m beginning
to think Stargate owns me…J
AUTHOR’S NOTES: The first fic completely composed on my
new Dictaphone! Another in my series of Season 4 spoilers in celebration of the
fact that we are, for once, in front of America. Rule Britannia!
The Stargate closed.
Daniel felt all the old insecurities, grievances and a total sense of grief
settle over him. Slowly, he backed towards the exit, and fled away down the
stairs, ignoring the sharp pricks of tears in his eyes.
Sam and Jack exchanged confused glances, Sam’s tinged with
sorrow, before Sam excused herself, and ran down the stairs after Daniel.
~
Daniel shut his office door, locking it behind him. He
slowly made his way through his office, absently touching items that brought
recollection, happy thoughts and memories.
He sat heavily in the chair, thinking over and over again
about the child, Sha’re and the dream.
Sam walked hesitantly towards the door, tapping gently on
its surface.
“Daniel?”
Daniel looked up, and moved towards the door, slowly
unbolting it, opening his thoughts to the wide universe.
“May I come in?”
Daniel stepped back, arm spread wide and Sam walked in the
room, as Daniel shut the door behind her.
“You didn’t have to come.”
Sam smiled at the modesty, sitting down as he took the
chair opposite.
“Tell me about your dream.”
Daniel knew that was coming. He leant back in the chair,
pressed his fingertips together and stared at the ends, the path he could see
down the steepled arch.
“I got…the…genetic memory of the Goa’uld. I went…bad, Sam.
I got these ideas, these plans, to take over the world. I built a satellite
ring around the planet…I killed Teal’c, I locked you up and…I insulted Jack to
his face. And all the time, I couldn’t see it, the master plan, what the
knowledge was doing to me. And then…I woke up.”
Sam listened in fascinated horror, trying to understand,
and yet that was all it remained: horror.
“Daniel,” she whispered, unable to say anything else.
He smiled sadly at her, slumping slightly in the chair,
letting tears trickle down his cheeks.
Sam knew what to do then. She stood up, went round the
chair and drew him into a hug.
“Oh Daniel…I am so sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Sam. Really. It was all mine.”
Then, Sam sat back, glaring at him.
“No, it was not! Shifu created that dream around you! You
shouldn’t feel bad because you were the one he chose.”
“I know.”
And that was all he
said. Sam knew she should change the subject.
“Remember that note that came though the Stargate, a while
back?”
Daniel looked up, realising her ploy, and nodded.
“Yes, I remember. The one warning us not to go to
that…place.”
“Yeah, that one. Well, it was definitely the Colonel’s
blood, it’s definitely the Colonel’s writing. We think it was from the future.”
“The future. With a wide, unrestricted place it is.”
Sam smiled.
“You’re talking in metaphors, Daniel. Spent too long with
the kid.”
Daniel grinned too.
“Yeah maybe. But Sam, we don’t know what the future’s
gonna hold, for any of us. We could die tomorrow.”
“Don’t say that Daniel. Don’t…”
“No, Sam, hear me out. We should seize our opportunities.
Carpe Diem: seize the day. We shouldn’t put anything on hold”
Though his words were vague, Sam knew exactly what he was
talking about. She was just about to answer when…
“Hey you guys! Whatcha doing this evening?”
Jack walked in, unaware of what he had burst in to.
Unaware of the sad smiles of pleasure denied and regretful dreams of what could
be.
*finis*