Jolinar's Memories

TITLE: Jolinar's Memories
AUTHOR: Brian'na Jackson, e-mail: imwithfox@hotmail.com, website: Sam/Daniel-Colored Glasses
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Daniel/Sam
CATEGORY: Missing Thoughts (as opposed to Missing Scene)
. yes, I make up my own categories. SPOILERS: Jolinar's Memories, obviously
DISCLAIMER: For entertainment purposes only. I am making no money from this fanfic. Nothing related to SG-1 belongs to me (except all those Danny clones I have in my mind).

As Jack took Martouf aside in the next room - presumably to chew him out - Daniel crossed the distance to Sam quickly. Seated next to her, her pain was all the more evident. He averted his eyes around the room for a moment before glancing at her with eyes full of concern. When he spoke, it was to say a variation of those three little words they always seemed to be saying to each other.

Are you okay?

"Yeah." Sam said -- not too convincingly, Daniel thought. "It's just so confusing: images and faces... fragments of thoughts and feelings..."

He swallowed tightly as he watched her speak. She paused, sorting through her thoughts and gathering strength to continue.

"There was a Goa'uld on Netu, not Sokar. He was, um, let's just say he was less than attractive. I know his name but I can't find it. I get this... horrible, sick feeling when I remember him."

Daniel struggled to concentrate on their surroundings, trying to avoid all the emotions brought up by seeing Sam so tormented. He focused on her words and their meaning.

"Something happened between him and Jolinar."

"Something worse than the torture and pain." Sam insisted, shuddering. "Something Jolinar never wanted Martouf to find out about."

Oh god, Sam, I'm sorry you're going through this. Daniel reached out his hand but quickly pulled it back again. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to be her solace, to help shoulder her burden.

But he held back. As much as he wanted to comfort Sam, he also yearned to be near her. He wanted to feel her in his embrace, and to smell her scent next to him. But he couldn't.

Sam was struggling with the memories of Jolinar, and the after-effects of the blending. He could talk her through her feelings and lend his support. But the last thing he could do was add to her confusion.

The last thing he could do was let her know he loved her.

THE END