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Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, Daniel almost felt home again. It had been a long time since he’d had a concussion and an even longer time since he’d had a broken bone. Still, by the time he’d gotten to the clinic, he’d already been able to give his own diagnosis. The concussion was easy. The headache, the nausea, the way he couldn’t keep track of the conversation around him. Eventually he’d realized, probably long after some of the other people in the group had, that he had a concussion. The wrist wasn’t quite as straight forward. It could have been a bad sprain, but there was a difference to the pain that led Daniel to believe break over sprain.
That was how he kept himself busy on the way to the clinic as people tried to keep him alert and attentive. When he’d gotten to the clinic, he’d told the doctors that there was no one to keep an eye on him, so could he please have a spot on one of the clinic beds and he’d only use it the one night.
Finally, he’d managed sleep.
He dreamt of sand. Sand and a woman. A woman so beautiful and so kind that Daniel had fallen in love with her almost the first time he’d met her. He’d stayed on an alien world for her a year until Jack and his team came back through the Stargate. In the dream, she was trying to tell him something, but he could never get close enough to ask. Every time he got within speaking distance, she ran away again and, because it was a dream, it never occurred to him to shout at her. Finally, he managed to grab her and he tried to ask her what was going on, but she just kissed him softly.
Remember.
A flash of images. The box of tissues coming through the Stargate. Then Jack and Sam. A kiss from Sha’re and the catcalls. Showing Jack and Sam the map and the wonder he still had for that room. Coming back to his wife and brother-in-law kidnapped.
Remember.
She was standing in front of him, but it wasn’t her, it was Amonet, and she was holding a hand device to his head. He couldn’t move from the pain, both physical and emotional, but then it was different. Then he was in the SGC and Sha’re was in bed next to him. He’d felt such peace and happiness knowing that she was there, even if he knew that something was wrong. He’d tried to make it work, but in the end, he’d had to let go, even if he hadn’t wanted to.
Remember.
He started waking up, then, still feeling the anguish, but trying to cling to the last vestiges of the good memories of the dream. The love he’d felt for Sha’re and how content he’d been on Abydos. He didn’t even notice that he was now holding a photograph of her tucked against his chest.
That was how he kept himself busy on the way to the clinic as people tried to keep him alert and attentive. When he’d gotten to the clinic, he’d told the doctors that there was no one to keep an eye on him, so could he please have a spot on one of the clinic beds and he’d only use it the one night.
Finally, he’d managed sleep.
He dreamt of sand. Sand and a woman. A woman so beautiful and so kind that Daniel had fallen in love with her almost the first time he’d met her. He’d stayed on an alien world for her a year until Jack and his team came back through the Stargate. In the dream, she was trying to tell him something, but he could never get close enough to ask. Every time he got within speaking distance, she ran away again and, because it was a dream, it never occurred to him to shout at her. Finally, he managed to grab her and he tried to ask her what was going on, but she just kissed him softly.
Remember.
A flash of images. The box of tissues coming through the Stargate. Then Jack and Sam. A kiss from Sha’re and the catcalls. Showing Jack and Sam the map and the wonder he still had for that room. Coming back to his wife and brother-in-law kidnapped.
Remember.
She was standing in front of him, but it wasn’t her, it was Amonet, and she was holding a hand device to his head. He couldn’t move from the pain, both physical and emotional, but then it was different. Then he was in the SGC and Sha’re was in bed next to him. He’d felt such peace and happiness knowing that she was there, even if he knew that something was wrong. He’d tried to make it work, but in the end, he’d had to let go, even if he hadn’t wanted to.
Remember.
He started waking up, then, still feeling the anguish, but trying to cling to the last vestiges of the good memories of the dream. The love he’d felt for Sha’re and how content he’d been on Abydos. He didn’t even notice that he was now holding a photograph of her tucked against his chest.