Title: One Last Dance

Author: Moonshayde

Season: Seven

Category:  Ship, Ficlet

Spoilers: Through S7

Pairing/Character: Daniel/Janet

Summary: She saved him one last dance.

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

 

Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author.  Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments

 

 

She stood in front of him, bathed in a simple yet elegant grace, a grace that he'd allowed to permeate his hardened shell long ago. He wasn't sure when it'd happened and he wasn't sure he'd ever know, but for once the how and why wasn't important to him. All that mattered was that she was here, now, standing there with the same playful smile that had captivated him when they'd first met.

 

Daniel said nothing as he stepped forward and took her into his arms. He felt her head on his chest, her hands on his back, her body shifting against him.

 

And they danced. Quiet, slow, swaying to the soft music that touched his bedroom. Nothing else penetrated their space; just the two of them, alone, comfortable and home.

 

He touched her hair, remembering the texture. He didn't want to let go. He never wanted to let go.

 

"Thank you," he said, still holding her close. "Thank you for everything."

 

He didn't wait for her to respond. He didn't wait for her to pull back and study him with her knowing gaze. He didn't wait at all.

 

Daniel swallowed hard and opened his eyes. He winced, the brightness of the gardens jarring him, but he quickly adjusted, his vision coming into focus.

 

"And?" the voice boomed all around him.

 

Daniel glanced at the Gamekeeper before he proceeded to disentangle himself from the pod. "It felt real."

 

The Gamekeeper clapped his hands, his face sparkling. "Oh excellent! Shall we do it again?"

 

Daniel shook his head. While it was tempting to keep on reviving Janet, living little snatches of life that had never been more than fantasies and missed opportunities, he knew better now. He knew he could let her go. He knew he could say goodbye.

 

Real or imagined, he knew they would always have that one last dance. And nothing would ever take that away from him.

 

 

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