Title: Pieces
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Seven
Category: Drama,
Gen, Challenge, OC
Spoilers: Fallen/Homecoming
Pairing/Character: Daniel, Jack and Daniel friendship
included
Summary: Daniel starts to pick up the pieces of his life one
person at a time.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
A/N: This is a timestamp challenge that circulated around LJ
to write a snippet of a prequel or sequel to a previously written fic. This
takes place a year after the events of Apartment 8-3
Disclaimer:
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establishments
Jack pulled up in front of
the small complex. He turned off the engine, pocketed his keys, and glanced at
Daniel. "We're here," he said.
Daniel stared at the
building. "Where's here?"
"Get out and I'll show
you."
Daniel sighed and opened the
door. He was getting tired of playing this game. For the past couple of weeks,
he'd been carted here, there, and everywhere as Sam, Jack, and Teal'c attempted
to jog his memory. And while he appreciated the gesture, the expectations were
just too high at times.
But the memories were
returning, one by one. At least Daniel didn't feel hopeless anymore.
The two of them left the
truck behind and headed toward the complex. Daniel frowned as he studied the
building's unfamiliar brick surface and the blank faces he met along the way.
"I don't remember this
place."
"You shouldn't."
Daniel started.
"What?"
"You've never been here
before," Jack said.
"Oh. Of course. That
explains everything."
Jack didn't say anything,
but Daniel was sure that he saw him smile.
Neither one of them spoke as
they entered the building. Daniel silently kept tabs of everything he
encountered: the smells, the sights, the sounds. He kept hoping something would
trigger something in him, something deep, something that would awaken whatever
was left locked inside.
If there was anything left
to unlock, that is.
Jack approached the
receptionist and started chatting with her while Daniel stood beside him and
stared at the postings that were pinned to the wall behind her. He saw notices
for different events like bingo and poker. Apparently, there was going to be a
big penny sale on Saturday night.
"This is a retirement
home," Daniel said.
Jack glanced at him briefly
before he finished signing his name. He passed the clipboard and pen to Daniel.
"What was your first clue?"
Daniel fought against the
urge to roll his eyes and quickly signed his name. Jack waved him forward with
his hand, urging him to follow down the hall to the elevator. Daniel went along
with him, still cataloguing as many sights and sounds as he could. When they
entered the elevator and Jack still hadn't said a word, Daniel got fed up with
the silence and sighed.
"Who's here?"
Daniel asked.
"A friend."
Daniel studied Jack's
expressionless face, searching for any clues. He sighed again. "It's not
Catherine. She doesn't live here."
Jack just smirked again,
stepping out of the elevator as it opened onto the second floor. Daniel stalked
after him, glaring at the center of Jack's back. It was no secret that Daniel
was annoyed, but that only seemed to instigate Jack more.
So Daniel kept silent and
thought about ways he could get even.
He didn't get to think for
long. Jack stopped in front of a door that read "201" and knocked
softly. After a brief pause, Daniel heard some shuffling behind the door.
Slowly, he heard the locks click one by one before the door started to shake.
When the door opened, a
small wrinkled woman emerged. She took one look at Jack before her surprised
gaze darted to Daniel. There was a myriad of emotions in her confused face. But
the last one was the one that Daniel felt the most, the one that sunk to his
core and made something click inside. Her eyes filled and the brightest smile
he'd ever seen lit up her face.
And Daniel found he couldn't
help but smile in return.
THE END
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