Author's Notes: Final story in 'Conquering Need' Series. Having previously read "Unfinished Business", "Interludes - Daniel", "Interludes - Jack" and "Reconnaissance" would probably be a good idea.
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There was no point in sticking around waiting; Daniel was going to be a little while. By the time he was all finished with the post-exercise once-over at the hands of Dr Frasier's capable minions Daniel was going to be tired, hungry and definitely of a mind to be homeward bound. Jack smiled to himself as he walked down the corridor that would take him to the elevator that led to the surface. It was a pretty safe bet Daniel would go straight home, and he'd best be at Daniel's place when he got there, because he knew something the good Doctor didn't know yet.
But would probably be finding out rather soon, much to his annoyance.
Jack grinned again as he dangled his key ring in one hand, the key to Daniel's apartment that Sam had given to him jangling along side the other little soldiers on the ring. He had one key. He also happened to know that the spare was still in a drawer in Daniel's kitchen.
Yup. Daniel was definitely going to be annoyed. This could be fun.
Jack took his time on the drive over, stopping off to pick up a pizza. While he waited for the order to be filled he ignored the kid behind the counter prattling about who knew what while he looked out the window and remarked to himself what a goddamn gorgeous day it was out there. The sun had been shining when he had gone down into the mountain but for some reason it looked a whole lot brighter to him now.
The machine was answering the call as he let himself in the door. Jack only caught the tail end of the message before Daniel's slightly harried voice replaced it.
"Uh. is anybody there? I hope? Hello? Hello? Oh - @!*#!!**&@@!!!!"
Jack widened his eyes in mock shock. "Doctor Jackson, such LANGUAGE! From a linguist, yet!"
"Arrrgggh! I don't believe this - Jack? Jack? If you're not there yet, I hope you're on the way. You're not at home and you don't seem to be here.. Anyway - ah, I kinda need to find you. I - ah, don't seem to have a key. I thought both keys were on the ring when I - uh, but it looks like. not. Oh - why am I telling the machine this - it's not like Jack is going to check MY messages. Wait a minute - Jack! I know you're there! Pick up the damned phone! I'm not kidding! Jack! This isn't FUNNY, Jack!"
I beg to differ, Doctor Jackson, this is downright hysterical.
Chuckling to himself Jack kept on walking, bearing the pizza and libations into the kitchen. Daniel would yell at the machine for a few moments longer, then he'd give up and come home. Jack popped the pizza into the oven to keep it warm, and grabbed a beer. On the way back to the couch he stopped by the fish tank. Which still contained all its original occupants no replacements or substitutes required.
He peered at the tank's residents for a moment, then addressed them.
"Hey, guys - look excited. Daddy's coming home."
No reaction. Stupid fish. That's gratitude for you.
Well, maybe they weren't excited, but he was. And suddenly, a little - nervous. Granted just a little while back Daniel had thrown him a look that was full of 'hey glad to see ya' - but that didn't change the fact that their last encounter before he had gone had been, less than cordial. A fact that was largely his fault.
// Okay, Jack, that's enough of that. Don't buy trouble. Let the man get here and you can find out what's going on from him. //
After what seemed to Jack to be an endless span of time he heard the distinct sound of grumbling outside the door. He'd left the door unlocked. All Daniel had to do was turn the knob and push.
Jack had been planning to just sit and wait for him to enter; but for some reason he found himself springing to his feet and crossing swiftly to the door as it began to swing open. He was already standing at the edge of the small landing as Daniel backed into the apartment, weighed down by a rather large duffel bag that looked very full and very heavy.
Geez, the thing was almost large enough to be a body bag. What in the hell did Daniel bring along with him on his little outing anyway? Lawn furniture?
Pushing the distracting thought out of his head, Jack prepared himself for the moment when Daniel turned around and saw him standing there.
Which was, right about.now.
Daniel dropped the bag, which hit the floor with a hollow thud. He looked very tired, and more than a bit distracted. He registered Jack's presence with a look of casual gratefulness that was both relieving and disappointing.
"Well, thank god you were here!" Daniel blew the hair out of his eyes with a sharply directed exhalation and pushed the glasses that had slipped halfway down his nose back up where they were supposed be. "I really wasn't looking forward to sitting in the hall."
"How do you see like that? Through all that hair, I mean. You should get that cut, you know."
"Ya think?" Daniel sighed as he leaned back up against the door and closed his eyes.
Neither man moved or spoke for many long minutes. The air between them was not so much tense as uncertain. They eyed each other assessingly, neither one knowing exactly what came next.
Daniel looked at him, the warmth in his eyes attenuating his neutral expression.
"Jack."
Only one word was spoken, but his voice said very clearly, "It's good to see you."
"Daniel."
His one word said, "What took you so long? You know how much I hate waiting!"
"I - I don't hate you," Daniel blurted out suddenly as if someone had jabbed him with a very sharp pin.
"I don't hate you either," Jack returned. Well, he didn't.
"Sorry about."
"Ah, me too."
"I didn't mean - "
"I know you didn't"
"It's just - I mean - I thought - "
"Don't worry about it -"
"Um. ah."
Daniel seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Wasn't looking too comfortable either. Definitely in full flight mode, except there was no where for him to go. If Daniel tried to become any more 'one' with that door he was going to either have to apologize to it - or marry it.
Jack sighed, shook his head, took one giant step forward and sucked Daniel into the biggest bear hug he had in him. Daniel's arms were around him only a split second later, returning the embrace with equally impressive vigour.
Can't beat your simple, basic, tried and tested frontal assault. Especially when the resistance isn't even token.
"Welcome home, Danny."
They held the embrace for a few seconds longer and then drew back, still holding onto each other by the arms. Jack looked Daniel up and down and grinned.
"Hey, look at you! Had a good time at camp, did we? I think you've grown a couple of inches!"
Daniel rolled his eyes and started to push Jack gently aside. "Jack, I'm 33 years old. I think. I'm not going to get any taller."
Jack shrugged and slapped Daniel on the back. "Whatever you say, but -"
He broke off, dismayed, as Daniel visibly winced as a result of the light blow.
"What is it?" He snapped. "Are you hurt - what's wrong? WHAT HAPPENED?"
Daniel pulled abruptly away from him and moved quickly down the steps, farther into the apartment. He was rubbing his right shoulder and his cheeks were suddenly flushed with annoyance and the beginnings of anger.
"It's - nothing," he mumbled. "Just wrenched my shoulder a bit.whenAlbertsongrabbedmebeforeInearlywentover."
Jack was charging down the steps after him, in full no-one-leaves-here-before-I-get-the-whole-story-that's-what-I-get-for-letting-you-out-of-my-sight-for-five-minutes mode.
To be brought up short by Daniel who had whirled around and was eyeing him hotly in full it's-none-of-your-business-I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it-I-can-take-care-of-myself -I-don't-need-a-damned-keeper mode.
He glared at Daniel.
Daniel spit right back in his eye.
Crap. Déjà vu.
Isn't this how this whole mess started - in the first place?
From the look on his face, Daniel was coming to the same conclusion.
One second he had been staring daggers at Jack, sputtering angrily as he searched unsuccessfully for words. Then, his eyes widened in horror and dismay, he bit his lip as his angry face was transformed by a look of contrition and deep shame. His eyes were suspiciously bright and as Jack watched, they began to slowly fill. Daniel looked as if he was about to shatter into a million pieces.
"I'm sorry," he gulped, starting to back away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He was turning, about to run away. Again.
No way. Not this time. Wasn't going to happen.
Before Daniel could bolt Jack had him. He reached out, wrapping his arms around the man before him, pinning Daniel's arms to his side, pulling him in close so he had very little room to struggle. Jack held him fast, encircled and imprisoned in a vice-like grip of concern that Daniel fought bitterly against as if Jack's embrace was that of a deadly python that was squeezing the life out of him. Daniel struggled against his restraint with such earnest panic that Jack almost let him go simply because he couldn't stand to see him that way. Or think that he was causing him such distress, even in trying to help him.
But he held on. It was the only way to reach him. The only way to make him understand. Words wouldn't do it. They didn't have the power to make Daniel really BELIEVE in what was here for him. In what he deserved to have, just as much as everyone else. Words were what got them into trouble in the first place. What almost always got them into trouble. This - this was different. This was real. This is what Daniel would really understand.
Jack braced himself and locked his arms resolutely against Daniel's struggles to escape him. For suddenly, he knew that he had to hold on. Knew that his instinctive reaction had actually been exactly what Daniel needed him to do. That was what all of this had been about; that was why Daniel had so uncharacteristically opened up his house to him - and left his journals for him to read.
To enable him to understand what was really going on here. What he represented to Daniel. What Daniel needed him to do, but was unable to consciously ask of him.
Simply to do what he was doing right now - not letting him run. From him, from his concern, from his very touch. For Daniel's dark secret was his great fear of the simple, basic human need of one human being for another.
Daniel's overwhelming compassion for others did not extend to himself. What he gladly gave to others he would not allow himself to experience. If you have no expectations, you can't be disappointed. If you make yourself believe you have no desires, than not having them met will not inconvenience you. If you don't allow that you have the need to let anything touch you, then it won't be a problem if nothing does.
That, however, is not the truth. To be human wasn't a weakness. To allow yourself to be human - and to claim as your right what went along with relating to the other members of the human race wasn't a weakness either. Needing the companionship and caring of other people wasn't a bad thing. It's what made each person more than they were. Part of Daniel had finally figured that out, and now was fighting with the other part that was shit scared of facing the reality of his own denied desires. Right now it was anybody's guess which part was going to win. And Jack's job was to just stand here and keep both parts from heading for the hills while they duked it out.
Poor kid. He had been running away from this all his life, putting out with his heart and soul but never letting any of it come back to him for fear that if he let his guard down and let himself enjoy it someone would take it all away from him. Anytime anyone had come close to making him want to take that final leap of faith - he had found a way to run away.
Sha'uri had almost made it. Daniel had been on the verge of finally letting someone - love him - which was not the same as him loving them - when he had found the cartouche room. And he was off and running again. Unburying the gate, trying to make it work - that new, unattainable outward desire to focus on so he need not concern himself with the inner one. His restlessness, his curiosity, that nameless something that drove him to seek, strive, explore, reach beyond - these were simply different expressions of the one simple driving need he possessed - to run away from his own lack of interior fulfillment. Quieting the inner hunger by turning it out into a boundless quest for the satisfaction of external, intellectual curiosity.
The greater the unacknowledged inner need - the greater the external drive. The quest to find Sha'uri was a perfect example of this. Not that he honestly did not want to find her - but he was driven more by his guilt at having 'failed to protect her' and the responsibility he felt as her husband to bring her home rather than any deep, genuine emotional need to have her present in his here and now. That 'need' - he had never allowed himself to admit he possessed.
Meeting Shyla had tipped the balance. Encountering oneself in the mirror has a tendency to do that. For if Daniel was one polarity of the need for basic human love and understanding expressed as its complete and utter abnegation, then Shyla was the other end of the spectrum. Need as a deep, dark black hole that would drive the person desperate to satisfy it to any lengths to get what they felt would do the job. Rather than take a chance that what she wanted might be freely offered, her need had driven her to force another to satiate it against his will. That same someone who even now was figuring out that just because you didn't want something to be so, didn't mean that it wasn't so - anyway.
Something in Daniel had finally realized that he could not expunge and eradicate his own human nature through force of will or vigorous denial. He could run from it - but he couldn't make it go away. That 'something' that was trying so hard to at last haul him into the fold of humanity was what had brought them to where they were right now - waiting to see which side would win.
The struggles of the man in his arms were beginning to lessen. He had put up quite a fight, but Jack hadn't let go, and now it appeared Daniel had either come to some sort of a decision, or he had just plain tired himself out. At last he hung limply in Jack's arms, collapsed against him, breathing heavily with the force of his exertions. What came next? Which way is it gonna go?
Jack gently loosened his grip. His arms still surrounded his friend, but if Daniel was of a mind to break free, he would now be able to do so. The arms at Daniel's sides were no longer pinned there, so if he was inclined to do something else, he was free to do that as well.
Daniel didn't run. Didn't move for a long time. Jack waited. Saying nothing.
Daniel began to tremble. A wave moved through him and he shook and then his arms came up, wrapped around Jack and held on to him as the rising tide of his long-suppressed need rose up, threatening to wash him utterly away. He didn't make a sound, just held on desperately as Jack held him up, as the tremors worked their way through him and beyond.
It was finally over. They were both still standing, both apparently still alive. Although Jack felt as if he was going to need to get his ribs taped. Daniel had quite a grip. Oh well, happy to make his contribution to the cause.
"How you doing down there?" Jack finally asked, gently.
Daniel's only response was a slight shrug of his shoulders and a faint movement of his head against Jack's chest.
"Hungry?" Jack continued.
Daniel sighed. "Yeah." His voice was a little muffled, but sounded good otherwise. "I thought I smelled something. What - you cooked?"
"More like - fetched." Jack returned. "Specialty of the house."
Daniel's head came up; definite interest on his face. "Mario's? Extra cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms?"
"You know it," Jack grinned.
"Omigod, I've been dreaming about one of those for the last three days. That's so great! I'm starving!"
"Then what are we standing here for, let's go dig in."
While they ate Daniel told him about his adventures with the Marines. As Jack listened and watched him, he could not help but notice that there was a looseness about his friend that had not been there before. As if he was suddenly more comfortable in his own skin. Daniel's words flowed more freely, without that self-conscious internal censor he always seemed to have aimed at himself whenever he was forced to talk about any topic that even remotely related to himself.
Daniel's recapitulation of his adventures was drawing to a close. Jack took a sip of beer and rubbed the back of his neck, gathering his thoughts.
"Well, that was quite a tale," he began. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun, but I am hoping that you're not going to get into this soldier thing on a regular basis from now on."
Daniel favored him with a puzzled look. Jack scratched his head and frowned.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but what I mean is - not that I'm not glad to see that you have picked up a few skills - it's good to see that you feel you can handle yourself a little better out there in the field but. Daniel, the last thing the world needs is another soldier. Don't turn into one. It's not who you are."
Daniel smiled. "Thanks for that," he said softly. 'But don't worry, there's no danger of that happening."
"Good," Jack took refuge in another sip of beer. "Just wanted to - clear that point up."
They both relaxed; a few beers disappeared on both sides, what was now evening wore on. Daniel was much looser now, but that was due to a combination of the aftermath of three weeks of regular, fairly physical exertion combined with low alcohol tolerance. From the trouble Daniel seemed to be having keeping his eyes open Jack wondered if it wasn't time for him to mosey so Daniel could get some of the sleep it looked like he sorely needed.
But Daniel wasn't quite finished talking yet. The floodgates, having finally been opened, were not to be denied their opportunity for expression.
".even though I didn't want to do it, I thought - I thought if you knew about it you'd."
Jack came back to what Daniel was saying as the significance of his words hit him.
"I know what you thought." he replied. "You were wrong. Daniel, you did nothing wrong. You didn't want to do it - now did you?"
Daniel shook his head. "Wasn't even there. Not really."
"Well then, that's what really matters. What's in the will and the heart. Not what the body is doing - or having done to it. You no more betrayed Sha'uri - or anyone else - than she is betraying you. Not in her heart."
Daniel nodded, and then looked away. When he turned back his eyes were full of the need for reassurance.
"We will find her, won't we Jack?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Danny, we will." Jack answered him fervently. "We'll never stop until we do. That's a promise."
Daniel was fading fast, and yet he still fought to stay awake. Jack started to rise from the couch, intending to help him up in order to bundle him off to bed, but Daniel grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Don't go."
"Danny, you're practically unconscious. You need to go to bed."
"I know," he replied sleepily. "It just feels so strange - not to WANT to be alone." He managed an uncertain smile. "Not quite sure what to do with myself now."
"You'll learn." Jack said. "For now, I'm thinking sleep is about all you will be able to manage."
Finally too tired to put up a fight, Daniel allowed Jack to strong-arm him into the bedroom. He took off his shoes, rescued his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, tumbled him into the bed, covered him up and was about to try and beat a quiet retreat when Daniel grabbed his arm yet again.
He was barely aware, but the gratitude in his eyes was an intense flame.
"Thank you for being my friend, Jack," he whispered.
"My pleasure. Go to sleep."
"Okay, okay. So bossy. Jack. I - I."
Jack reached down and gently stroked Daniel's head.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered back. "I know. Me too."
Daniel's eyes closed at last. Jack lingered there, making sure he was in fact, finally - out. He turned to look back at the sleeping man once more before leaving the room.
"And thank you, for being mine. Glad you could join us, Daniel Jackson."