Daniel sat at his desk trying to work out what order the photos taken of the latest ruin went in. Usually Sam was better at taking pictures that made sense. However he couldn't even tell which way up these ones were supposed to be.
He sighed and put the large stack of photos down. Daniel had his left leg cross over his right so that his ankle rested on top of the opposite knee. He had started sitting this way lately without really knowing why. He'd also developed a habit of rubbing at his left shin when he was sitting at his desk frustrated with something.
It felt wonderful to know that Ba'al's execution had gone off without a hitch and that the Goa'uld threat was all but over. However, it still had left him with an empty feeling, like he'd lost something. Shrugging off the feeling Daniel got up and collected the photos. There was no way of getting around it he was going to have to ask her if she remembered how they were supposed to go before he had any chance of translating them.
Walking through the halls of the SGC Daniel kept his attention buried in the photos, as if they were suddenly going to make sense to him on the short trip from his office to Sam's lab. He knew his way by heart so he knew exactly where to turn without paying attention. What he didn't know was that someone was turning that same corner in the opposite direction.
Daniel slammed into someone and was knocked back to the floor. He landed hard and the photos scattered. It took him a moment to reorient himself. A hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision to help him to his feet.
"I'm so sorry, Dr. Jackson."
Looking up Daniel locked eyes with a young man with a bright honest smile. It took Daniel a moment to take his hand and accept the offer to be helped up. The man looked so familiar, but he couldn't put a name to the face. He wore the stripes of a Colonel and several colour of honour.
"Do I...do I know you?" Daniel asked.
"I think 'know' is a strong word, Sir. However, I have been stationed at the SGC for nearly eight years now. So I'm sure you've seen me around. Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay, it happens to me more than I'd like to admit."
"Well SG-1 does have a reputation from being...uh...distracted at times, Sir."
"Please don't call me, 'Sir'. 'Daniel' will do just fine."
"Of course, nice to meet you, Daniel."
"David, David Talis."
"Nice to meet you, David."
NOTE from the PHOENIX: I just want to thank EVERYONE who has followed myself, Daniel, Janet, and David on this extraordinary journey. Giggle. When I first had this idea it was just going to be a quick five or so chapter story about Daniel's physical recovery from the amputation. It was feedback from all you wonderful readers that caused me to strive to make this story something more. So I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for making this story the fun ride that it was!
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