For those interested, Apartment 8-3 can be found here. It's my only OC fic about one of Daniel's neighbors. It serves as a character study of Daniel up until the end of Season 5.
This is a timestamp that takes place a little over one year after the events I wrote in Apartment 8-3. (Sorry, sg_fignewton, it's not in a grocery store.) It's not through Maggie's POV, but if I ever decide to do a sequel, that one will be back to the same format I used for Apartment 8-3.
Category: Drama, Gen, Challenge, OC
Pairing/Character: Daniel, Jack and Daniel friendship included
Summary: Daniel starts to pick up the pieces of his life through one person at a time.
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
Jack pulled up in front of the small complex. He turned off the engine, pocketed his keys, and glanced at Daniel. "We're here," he said.
Daniel stared at the building. "Where's here?"
"Get out and I'll show you."
Daniel sighed and opened the door. He was getting tired of playing this game. For the past couple of weeks, he'd been carted here, there, and everywhere as Sam, Jack, and Teal'c attempted to jog his memory. And while he appreciated the gesture, the expectations were just too high at times.
But the memories were returning, one by one. At least Daniel didn't feel hopeless anymore.
The two of them left the truck behind and headed toward the complex. Daniel frowned as he studied the building's unfamiliar brick surface and the blank faces he met along the way.
"I don't remember this place."
Daniel started. "What?"
"You've never been here before," Jack said.
"Oh. Of course. That explains everything."
Jack didn't say anything, but Daniel was sure that he saw him smile.
Neither one of them spoke as they entered the building. Daniel silently kept tabs of everything he encountered: the smells, the sights, the sounds. He kept hoping something would trigger something in him, something deep, something that would awaken whatever was left locked inside.
If there was anything left to unlock, that is.
Jack approached the receptionist and started chatting with her while Daniel stood beside him and stared at the postings that were pinned to the wall behind her. He saw notices for different events like bingo and poker. Apparently, there was going to be a big penny sale on Saturday night.
"This is a retirement home," Daniel said.
Jack glanced at him briefly before he finished signing his name. He passed the clipboard and pen to Daniel. "What was your first clue?"
Daniel fought against the urge to roll his eyes and quickly signed his name. Jack waved him forward with his hand, urging him to follow down the hall to the elevator. Daniel went along with him, still cataloguing as many sights and sounds as he could. When they entered the elevator and Jack still hadn't said a word, Daniel got fed up with the silence and sighed.
"Who's here?" Daniel asked.
Daniel studied Jack's expressionless face, searching for any clues. He sighed again. "It's not Catherine. She doesn't live here."
Jack just smirked again, stepping out of the elevator as it opened onto the second floor. Daniel stalked after him, glaring at the center of Jack's back. It was no secret that Daniel was annoyed, but that only seemed to instigate Jack more.
So Daniel kept silent and thought about ways he could get even.
He didn't get to think for long. Jack stopped in front of a door that read "201" and knocked softly. After a brief pause, Daniel heard some shuffling behind the door. Slowly, he heard the locks click one by one before the door started to shake.
When the door opened, a small wrinkled woman emerged. She took one look at Jack before her surprised gaze darted to Daniel. There was a myriad of emotions in her confused face. But the last one was the one that Daniel felt the most, the one that sunk to his core and made something click inside. Her eyes filled and the brightest smile he'd ever seen lit up her face.
And Daniel found he couldn't help but smile in return.