"Atlantis exists?" Daniel brightened, in that same way a kid might if they found out Santa Claus was actually real all along. No wonder! Of course he'd try to go. Atlantis, the Lost Continent.
Wait, get back on track. While the exploration aspects of the Stargate were immense, important, and easily the best part of the job, the constant danger and getting shot at or injured wasn't. The only reason he'd pushed to join the team in the first place was because of Skaara and Sha're. Sometimes, when he lay trying to sleep back on Earth, Daniel tried to imagine what he'd do if he ever succeeded. He didn't stay on the topic long. It was too hard to. It drifted too closely to a more realistic, what if they don't. Daniel believed Jack when he said they'd get them back, but it had been so long already. Each day, each new planet without news or signs of where they might be, brought on a colder trail.
Daniel half rolled over, neck craned to look at Vala. "You're saying the only reason I stayed at the SGC was because of missing a trip." ...Only a trip to Atlantis. What did that say about everything else. Was there nothing keeping him there? "What about Jack? Teal'c? Sam?"
He bit back the question before it followed, 'what about Sha're and Skaara?'. The topic of his wife had slipped out in front of Eva and only because she'd stumbled on it herself. Daniel would've preferred she never found out. It wasn't something he even willingly shared with the other SG teams. It felt too private, too personal. He wasn't ready to tell her that part of him. Maybe she supposedly knew him in the future, but he didn't know her. He trusted her enough (or he was exhausted enough not to care) to fall asleep in the same bed, which made him vulnerable, but not enough to spill his guts. Talk about skewed priorities.
Daniel could dig around some instead, read between the lines.
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Wait, get back on track. While the exploration aspects of the Stargate were immense, important, and easily the best part of the job, the constant danger and getting shot at or injured wasn't. The only reason he'd pushed to join the team in the first place was because of Skaara and Sha're. Sometimes, when he lay trying to sleep back on Earth, Daniel tried to imagine what he'd do if he ever succeeded. He didn't stay on the topic long. It was too hard to. It drifted too closely to a more realistic, what if they don't. Daniel believed Jack when he said they'd get them back, but it had been so long already. Each day, each new planet without news or signs of where they might be, brought on a colder trail.
Daniel half rolled over, neck craned to look at Vala. "You're saying the only reason I stayed at the SGC was because of missing a trip." ...Only a trip to Atlantis. What did that say about everything else. Was there nothing keeping him there? "What about Jack? Teal'c? Sam?"
He bit back the question before it followed, 'what about Sha're and Skaara?'. The topic of his wife had slipped out in front of Eva and only because she'd stumbled on it herself. Daniel would've preferred she never found out. It wasn't something he even willingly shared with the other SG teams. It felt too private, too personal. He wasn't ready to tell her that part of him. Maybe she supposedly knew him in the future, but he didn't know her. He trusted her enough (or he was exhausted enough not to care) to fall asleep in the same bed, which made him vulnerable, but not enough to spill his guts. Talk about skewed priorities.
Daniel could dig around some instead, read between the lines.