Last year, I accepted the challenge of writing 101 fanfictions about Daniel Jackson on a livejournal community. Chapters from my AU D/V fics contributed to some of that goal, but I have some other oneshot ficlets that haven't been posted here, so I've decided to. Again, some are connected to my Rediscovered Hearts 'verse; others are not, so I'm going to post them all separately rather than making a collection.

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This started as a simple one-shot follow up to The Crystal Skull, and it kept going on me.

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He set down the pencil with a hard clack and pushed back the chair. Then, nodding to himself, Daniel shoved himself to his feet and started for his office door. Not quite reaching it, he turned around again, and walked back to the desk, where he sat down and picked up his notes. A minute later, he had set them back onto the cluttered surface.

"This is ridiculous," he told himself, resting his forehead on the palm of his hand. SG-1 had returned from their second trip to P7X-377 almost a week ago. As usual, of course, they'd gone straight to the infirmary, where Janet had given them their post mission health check, and cleared them for duty. His head had still been full of all the things he'd promised himself that he was going to tell her--things he'd only even had the courage to start admitting when he was under the effects of the Skull, out of phase, and thought he'd never have the chance.

Somehow, though, he'd never managed to say any of those things. His mouth had gone dry, his heart started hammering, and then she'd restricted the whole team to Earth for three days because she could find no medical reason to explain his sweaty palms, spiking blood pressure or sudden rapid respiration. Try as he might to offer the real explanation, his tongue had suddenly felt three sizes too big for his mouth, and his command of the English language was reduced to monosyllabic grunts, headshakes and shrugs, while his mind refused to move past the confused expressions of his perfectly healthy teammates nearby.

There had been coffee the following afternoon in the commissary, and he tried again. It should have been simple. He'd rehearsed it enough times while he sat invisible on the counter in the infirmary or lingered in her office doorway. He'd gotten as far as the part about regrets and "--a lot of things I should've said--". Then he noticed her looking up at him--quietly, her face open and attentive, completely at ease as she stirred her coffee. His breath caught in his throat, and he stared down at the dark brown liquid in his own cup, then back up at her.

"To Nick?" she asked with a little smile of encouragement.

"Uh…yeah," he heard himself reply. "I guess--I guess--you just--don't think about all those things until…something happens like this."

"Well, at least it looks like you and Nick will get another chance," she reminded him. "A lot of people never have that."

"No…" Daniel swallowed, looking away again as his throat began to tighten. "No, they don't."

"Oh," Janet's tone became instantly contrite. "Daniel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"It's okay, Janet," he replied, smiling as she reached to touch the back of his hand. "Listen, I--I--I really should get back to work…"

Now he let out a frustrated sigh at his own cowardice. Tossing the notebook back onto the desk, he sprang to his feet and strode out of the office, gritting his teeth in determination. He passed Sam and Jack in the hall. The pair was dressed in street clothes and headed for the elevator, but he slid past them without stopping. Part of him wondered what his friends were up to, and their eyes on his back told him he'd have an interrogation of his own to deal with later, but he only quickened his pace toward the infirmary, knowing that if he stopped to talk now, he'd lose his nerve again.

She was catching up on paperwork, and looked up with a start as he burst into her office. He froze, immediately feeling his pulse begin to pound again. His mouth worked for a moment without producing sound, and Janet's brow furrowed in concern.

"Daniel?" she asked.

"Uh, hi…" he replied, clutching the doorframe.

"Everything okay?" she continued.

"Yeah--well, no--Janet, I wanted to apologize…"

"For what?" her frown deepened.

"Oh, y'know…the--the other day. In the commissary. I just--sometimes it still hits me pretty hard. I miss her."

"I know," Janet nodded. "Sha're was your wife..."

He ducked his head, letting out a heavy sigh, but finally nodded. "I think part of the problem is…" he began, looking up again. The words trembled on the tip of his tongue, though, and he couldn't force them past his suddenly dry lips.

…how I feel about you…I think part of the problem is how I feel about you! Just say it! he growled at himself silently.

"Just give yourself time, Daniel," Janet smiled, turning back to the writing on her desk.

"Yeah," he sighed, turning to leave again. He halted in the main infirmary, leaning against the wall for several minutes, but couldn't force his legs back in the direction of her office. When the medical staff started eyeing him questioningly, he left. He found himself trudging in the general direction of Teal'c's quarters, although he hadn't had a conscious intention of going there.

Once he was directly outside the Jaffa's door and let out a sigh. It was either go in or walk back to the infirmary and make an even bigger fool of himself, though, so he finally sucked up his courage and knocked.

"Enter," rumbled Teal'c from the other side of the door.

Daniel edged his head inside, his eyes widening at the sight of his friend not only watching television, but watching something that was unmistakably a music video of Fat by Weird Al Yankovich. Teal'c picked up the remote control and snapped off the TV. Daniel squeezed through the door without fully opening it, then leaned back to push it shut.

"You, um, like Weird Al?" he asked.

"I find the concept of musical parodies intriguing," Teal'c replied.

"Ah, right," Daniel nodded. "I was…uh…wondering if you knew where Jack and Sam took off to."

"It would seem that O'Neill lost a recent wager with MajorCarter and now must accompany her to a performance of the musical Annie at the local repertoire theater," Teal'c explained.

"Annie?" Daniel's eyebrows rose.

"Indeed," nodded Teal'c distastefully.

"I wouldn't have thought that to be Sam's first choice," Daniel observed.

"O'Neill believed that she chose this particular production chiefly for the sake of his lack of enjoyment," Teal'c agreed.

"Now, that I'd believe," Daniel nodded. He fell silent again, biting his lip, and Teal'c's eyebrow rose.

"Is something troubling you, DanielJackson?" the Jaffa asked.

"I…um…" Daniel began with a sigh. "Well. When I was…y'know, invisible, I started to realize that there were some things I wanted to say--no. Things I needed to say to Janet. Of course, I couldn't--or, I could, but she couldn't hear me anyway, so it doesn't really matter…"

"You have not spoken of these things to DoctorFraiser since our return from the world of the Crystal Skull," Teal'c said, not really a question.

"No," Daniel shook his head. "I keep…well, that's the thing. I don't know what I keep doing, Teal'c."

The Jaffa nodded. "There are many things which I would have liked to say to Drey'auc when SG-1 last visited Chulak. Under the circumstances, there was no opportunity. I must trust that my wife is aware of those things I did not say."

"But, since I have the chance, I really ought to just…quit chickening out, huh?" Daniel finished the thought.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed. "I will accompany you."

"Huh?"

"To the infirmary," Teal'c said, rising smoothly from the bed.

"Right now?" Daniel squeaked, swallowing hard.

"Indeed," said Teal'c flatly.

"Okay," sighed Daniel as he reluctantly turned to open the door again.

The two friends trekked back up the hall that Daniel had just come down. Teal'c, however, paused at the door, gesturing the archaeologist back inside. Daniel sucked in a long breath and marched back to Janet's office.

She looked up again, eyes widening. "Hi…" she said, frowning.

"Janet--never mind," Daniel shook his head, whirling around. He scurried back toward the door, feeling his face and neck redden as he was aware of her following him out.

"Daniel…?" she called questioningly.

Teal'c appeared in the doorway and Daniel froze again. The Jaffa raised an eyebrow, and Daniel hung his head, turning around again. Slowly raising his eyes, he trudged back to stand in front of her.

"Are you feeling all right?" Janet asked.

"Not really, no," he confessed, shaking his head.

"Okay," Janet said carefully. "Why don't we go--hey!"

Daniel's hands shot out before he even knew what he was doing. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he yanked her hard against him. She struggled for a moment, but as his lips covered hers, he felt her tense frame soften and her arms slid around his neck. Janet twined her fingers in his hair, holding him there until they were both breathless and shaking from the sudden liplock. Finally, reluctantly, he slid his mouth away, and her fingers trailed downward, lingering on his cheeks.

"Much better," Daniel whispered as Teal'c turned and walked back to his quarters, a small smile touching his lips as he went.