A/N: This is DEFINATELY the last chapter. I didn't plan on doing this, but I thought it would be fitting to end this with Sarah being freed of Osiris.


Pain encompassed me as I heard the scream of my symbiote as it was ripped from my body. It was hard for me to imagine what life will be like after my symbiote's gone. Osiris was with me for so long…and yet, I remember the memories of his last host – the one he had for five hundred years. I could never imagine staying host to that awful creature for so long…and yet I could. Because I remember doing it.

The pain stopped as quickly as it began, leaving me in a daze somewhere between consciousness and sleep. I didn't want to move. For the first time in so many, long, horrendous years my mind was back in control of my body.

For hours I floated in and out of consciousness. The dreams were the worst. I'd suddenly remember killing someone I hadn't even known – just for the way they looked at me! I remembered doing such horrible things that I couldn't even think about them.

But, above all, the one dream that finally forced me to wake up was when I dreamt about trying to kill my beloved Daniel. How could I ever have done something so horrible!

I heard voices mumbling around me and slowly decided that opening my eyes would be the best thing to do. I opened them slowly, tears coming readily as I saw my Daniel sitting at the foot of my bed, waiting for me to wake up. Oh, God, he'd been waiting for me! How long? Had he gotten any sleep? In those few moments tears came to my eyes as I realized he hadn't changed from the young archeologist who used to get so wrapped up in his work he'd forget about our anniversary.

"It's alright, you're safe," he hastened to reassure me. Tears come to my eyes heavily this time, but I refuse to let them fall.

"Daniel?"

He gravitated toward me without even seeming to notice, "It's all right. I'm here. It's all over. You're free."

He was so close then, and I couldn't help myself – I gather him up in one of our old hugs that we used to share, "I'm so sorry," I whispered as his hands stroke my back. For the first time since I left him all those years ago, I allowed myself to cry in the arms of the man that I love.

"It's not your fault," he mumbled back. I think he felt my tears soak his shirt.

I tried to explain to him, "I couldn't stop it." I wanted to stop it so much. He was my Daniel and that damn thing inside of me had been trying to kill him!

"I'll get you through this," he promised me.

And he held me for what felt like hours. For the first time in so long I was back, safe, within the circle of my Daniel's arms. It suddenly didn't matter if he forgot each and every one of our anniversaries in the future. I didn't care if he forgot my birthday every year and only remembered to sleep when I reminded him ten times.

I must have fallen asleep; the next thing I remember was Daniel trying to gently lay me down on the bed. It wasn't that he was doing a bad job of it, but my body was used to sleeping lightly. Groggily I opened my eyes, "Stay," I whispered to him.

And he did.

Fin