“Hey.” He offered his trespasser a beer as he made his
way down to the floor to sit beside him. Momentarily ticked off
as his knees seemed to crack loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
“You do know I own a few comfortable chairs that we could be sitting
on right now?”
“I know.” Daniel sighs, just before tilting his head
back to take a swig. Given the time of day, the beer was probably
swallowed on an empty stomach.
“So.” He wanted to know what the heck they were doing
on the floor of his backyard porch.
Daniel looked up to the sky, noting that the sun was
just starting to fade over the horizon, a star or two already twinkling
overhead, “Where is she, Jack?”
A bit surprised, he assumed that Daniel had most of
his memories returned, save for his sabbatical from this plane.
He bumped his knee against his friend’s, trying to let him know
that he wasn’t alone in this. Whatever this was. “What do you remember?”
“Everything.” He lowered his eyesight to the backyard,
though Jack wasn’t completely sure of what Daniel was actually seeing.
“At least I think I remember everything.” With a disparaged chuckle
he admitted, “Honestly, I’m not entirely sure.”
“How ‘bout you tell me what you remember of her.”
“I know she’s dead, Jack!” He banged his head against
the wall behind him to punctuate his little outburst, and then closed
his eyes. His fingers started to pull on the label absently. Normally
that nervous habit didn’t start until Daniel was three quarters
through his second bottle.
“Tell me.” He had an idea of what was going on here.
Though he still required Daniel to guide him through his apprehension.
“What happened to her when…?” He stopped to swallow
hard, his throat constricted, making it all the more difficult to
voice his thoughts. “When Anubis. destroyed. Abydos. What
happened to her?”
Shit. He wished he saw this coming well beforehand,
he could have prepared for a better answer other than, “I don’t
“She was buried… on the south side of Nagada. But he
destroyed everything, didn’t he.” He took another gulp of his beer,
leading to a little cough, an almost choking sob. “She’s completely
gone now, isn’t she? Her body obliterated with Abydos? She never
ascended. Maybe Shifu was too young to understand about ascension
at that point, but Oma knew. And she knew about… Sha’re… of-f whom
she was. And yet, she couldn’t find a reason to help her ascend.
I just… don’t understand that.”
He had his own questions about that issue. Eventually,
when the timing was right, he would ask Daniel how Amaunet knew
Oma. It wasn’t Sha’re who sent the child into hiding, as she didn’t
have a choice in the matter. He’ll be forever grateful of the being
that saved Daniel’s life more than a year ago now, but he didn’t
trust her… it… them. The Ancients, or at the very least Oma, had
dealt with the Goa’uld on a number of occasions, interfered on their
behalf more than once. He still questioned why Daniel was saved
by her. That was something that he still didn’t understand, and
the only reasons he could come up with scared him.
Jack studied his friend’s pained face. The way his eyes
were shut tight, how he bit down on his lower lip; every swallow
made audible as he fought hard against shedding any tears. Jack
couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Sha’re had
survived. If Teal’c shot her without critical repercussions, or
if he merely ‘zatted her to unconsciousness. If they had brought
her home alive, where would they all be right now? They were still
in their honeymoon, when she was taken from him. He was never given
the time to lower the pedestal he had built so high.
If. If things were different, he could have
found Daniel sitting here drinking away his divorce. They could
all have been celebrating the birth of Earth's first cross-planet
child tonight, or as Jack confirmed by checking his watch, their
anniversary in a month’s time. Instead of Daniel, Jack could have
found himself consoling Sha’re. From sight alone, she knew. At the
time, she was the only other person who could tell exactly how much
Daniel had meant to him. It was written all over her face that day,
blazing within her eyes. And if things were different, Jack knew
that he would have been the one she’d have come to when things got
Because, she knew. He felt his own throat begin to tense
up. There was a very good reason why he didn’t like to play ‘what
Daniel’s grip loosened on the bottle he held between
his bent legs, letting it sink with a hard thud onto the wood planks
they were sitting on.