Ficlet: Apology Accepted
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brainofckFirst Drabble Series, please read in order
Possibilities - PG, JO/DJ
Ozone - PG, JO/DJ
What to Expect - PG, JO/DJ
Against Regulations
He looks tired. Exhausted. No. Beaten. You hate that look on Daniel. You've seen him exhausted too many times to count, but Daniel is never beaten. You realize that SG-1 has done this to him. Well, you have done it mostly, but you know that Teal'c and Sam have been your, if not willing, then ruthless, accomplices.
You want to reach out and touch him, but you don't know if that's welcome from you anymore, even in comfort.
You step out of the way and he comes into your house. He stops in the hall, as if he can't decide whether to go down into the living room or into the kitchen or maybe he's not sure he even meant to come here at all.
"Daniel?"
He turns those tired eyes on you, and you can't stop yourself. You step forward and wrap your arms around him. He lets you do it.
He finally pushes away from you.
"I came here to apologize," he says. It's barely a whisper. You shake your head and reach out for him again, but he steps back this time and takes a deep, shaky breath. "I am, I'm sorry."
You're afraid to ask. Afriad he is sorry he let you kiss him. Afraid he is sorry he let himself kiss you.
Then, as if someone else were speaking, you hear yourself say it.
"I love you."
His eyes cut away from yours as a disbelieving laugh escapes him. It sounds wrong. Not joy. Maybe hysteria. Or cynicism.
When he looks at you again, his tired eyes are glistening, and a tear has already slipped out.
"This is impossible, Jack," he whispers hoarsely. "Why is it that I am the only one who understands that?"
You crush him against you and he doesn't resist. You feel his tears agasint your ear and listen to the ragged breathing and find that you are chanting I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry over and over like a mantra.
The Front Room
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Possibilities - PG, JO/DJ
Ozone - PG, JO/DJ
What to Expect - PG, JO/DJ
Against Regulations
He looks tired. Exhausted. No. Beaten. You hate that look on Daniel. You've seen him exhausted too many times to count, but Daniel is never beaten. You realize that SG-1 has done this to him. Well, you have done it mostly, but you know that Teal'c and Sam have been your, if not willing, then ruthless, accomplices.
You want to reach out and touch him, but you don't know if that's welcome from you anymore, even in comfort.
You step out of the way and he comes into your house. He stops in the hall, as if he can't decide whether to go down into the living room or into the kitchen or maybe he's not sure he even meant to come here at all.
"Daniel?"
He turns those tired eyes on you, and you can't stop yourself. You step forward and wrap your arms around him. He lets you do it.
He finally pushes away from you.
"I came here to apologize," he says. It's barely a whisper. You shake your head and reach out for him again, but he steps back this time and takes a deep, shaky breath. "I am, I'm sorry."
You're afraid to ask. Afriad he is sorry he let you kiss him. Afraid he is sorry he let himself kiss you.
Then, as if someone else were speaking, you hear yourself say it.
"I love you."
His eyes cut away from yours as a disbelieving laugh escapes him. It sounds wrong. Not joy. Maybe hysteria. Or cynicism.
When he looks at you again, his tired eyes are glistening, and a tear has already slipped out.
"This is impossible, Jack," he whispers hoarsely. "Why is it that I am the only one who understands that?"
You crush him against you and he doesn't resist. You feel his tears agasint your ear and listen to the ragged breathing and find that you are chanting I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry over and over like a mantra.
The Front Room
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2005-10-21 11:58 pm (UTC)