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Title: Heroics Author: Kerri Season/Category: Missing Scene from "Fallen."
Part Three of the Broken Dreams; Shattered Memories series. Season 7 Spoilers: Meridian, Fallen Pairing/Character: Jonas Summary: Jonas ponders his place and his dreams in light
of Daniel's return. Scene takes place prior to Jonas entering the VIP room to
discuss his thoughts on Anubis and the tablet with Daniel. Rating: PG Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all
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infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments Jonas
paused, gazing down the hallway that led to Daniel Jackson's makeshift room. Ever
since they had found the man on Vis Uban, Jonas had been itching to talk to
him alone. He had both anticipated
and dreaded this moment, knowing that if Daniel ever returned, it meant more
changes in his life. Until
now, he had been comfortable in knowing that his predecessor was just some
form of energy. As an Ascended being,
an evolved life form, he provided some level of comfort to SG1. They could always retain the hope they
would see him again one day. But for Jonas, it meant something different. This
allowed him the reassurance he needed in such a difficult position. The
distance. Trying
to fill the shoes of such an acclaimed scientist—at least to the SGC—had
proven more than difficult. Doctor Jackson was well-loved, well-respected,
and well-deserving of that attention. He seemed to have an infectious element
to himself, the ability to spark change in people where there was no hope
before. In
truth, he was a catalyst. Jonas
sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. Doctor
Jackson had sure changed his life. He still remembered when they first met,
how passionate he was. Jonas couldn't
help but feel overwhelmed by his knowledge and his compassion. The man was brilliant, and he had found
himself wanting to spend every minute he could with the linguist. That
day in the lab… He
still could see it replay in his mind over and over. The nightmare served as
a constant reminder, a weight that was always present in his mind. Not
only had Doctor Jackson awed him with his knowledge of ancient cultures from
all over the galaxy, he had stunned him with his sheer determination to help
those around him. The
man had given up his life for him. Just like that. For a complete stranger. For an entire planet of
strangers. He hadn't even
hesitated. One brief moment, and the
deed had been done. Doctor Jackson had successfully disarmed the bomb. Doctor
Jackson had gone in knowing full well what would happen. Jonas
cast his eyes downward. How can you
face a man that would do something so selfless that no words could really
describe it? How
fair was it that Doctor Jackson's tragedy was his fortune? Now,
it wasn't just death. It was life
without memory. For
a man who had a reputation, for a man who had figured out how to work the
Stargate, and how to gate to several worlds… He's
lost the most precious thing. His mind. Maybe,
for someone like Doctor Jackson, that was a fate worse than death. The
thought saddened Jonas, and he feared he would never have the lengthy
conversations he'd desired with the linguistic anthropologist and
archaeologist. He'd read all his reports, all his notes. He had only witnessed him briefly as an
Ascended being. Now, having a better understanding of the man, more so than
when they first met, would he be denied the opportunity to debate with him? But
he would speak with him anyway, even if the man could offer just fragments.
Even just his presence might help Jonas perfect his ideas about Anubis and
the Ancients. Shifting
his weight, Jonas gazed ahead, ignoring the stares of the SF's that stood in
the hallway. Some
of them were relatively new here, just like him. They probably couldn't understand the importance of whom SG1
had discovered on Vis Uban. But he could see the pain evident in all his new companions. Colonel O'Neill happened to fidget more. Major Carter appeared distracted. And Teal'c? His silent gaze never seemed to leave Doctor Jackson. They
all wanted him back. Yes,
Doctor Jackson was a catalyst once again. If
his new ideas concerning Anubis and the tablet they'd found panned out, then
he knew his time here would be limited.
He loved the SGC, he loved the people, and he loved the job. But
he knew, even when he started, this scary change that had befallen him would
change again, and he would need to move on. Doctor
Jackson had altered his life, and it wouldn't stop now. The change would continue to ripple
outward, and to frighten him, as it did that day he had left the confines of
Kelowna. He knew that even if he tried to stop it, even if he ignored it, and
tried to hide in the comfort of the present, that the future would snatch him
eventually. He
couldn't keep running. And one day,
he would have to muster up the nerve to face the past and the guilt that
accompanied it. Why
can't I just say it? he thought to himself. Why
can't I just say it to him? Why can't I tell him I'm sorry? Sucking
in a deep breath, he walked forward, heading toward the room. It
may not be today, but one day… One
day, he promised, one day when he was stronger, when he was wiser, and when
he was more courageous, he would make it up to Doctor Jackson for all he had
done and sacrificed. He would show
the SG1 and the SGC just what kind of hero Jackson really was. One
day, he would make the people of Kelowna understand. He would make them all understand. And Daniel Jackson would never be forgotten again. Good? Bad?
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