But he was a major character in Season Six so it's only fair he gets a section, too.
Season/Category: Missing Scene from "Fallen." Part Three of the Broken Dreams; Shattered Memories series.
Spoilers: Meridian, Fallen
Pairing/Character: Jonas Quinn
Summary: Jonas ponders his place and his dreams in light of Daniel's return. Scene takes place prior to Jonas entering the VIP room to discuss his thoughts on Anubis and the tablet with Daniel.
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Jonas paused, gazing down the hallway that led to Daniel Jackson's makeshift room.
Ever since they had found the man on Vis Uban, Jonas had been itching to talk to him alone. He had both anticipated and dreaded this moment, knowing that if Daniel ever returned, it meant more changes in his life.
Until now, he had been comfortable in knowing that his predecessor was just some form of energy. As an Ascended being, an evolved life form, he provided some level of comfort to SG1. They could always retain the hope they would see him again one day. But for Jonas, it meant something different. This allowed him the reassurance he needed in such a difficult position. The distance.
Trying to fill the shoes of such an acclaimed scientist—at least to the SGC—had proven more than difficult. Doctor Jackson was well loved, well respected, and well deserving of that attention. He seemed to have an infectious element to himself, the ability to spark change in people where there was no hope before.
In truth, he was a catalyst.
Jonas sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Doctor Jackson had sure changed his life. He still remembered when they first met, how passionate he was. Jonas couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his knowledge and his compassion. The man was brilliant, and he had found himself wanting to spend every minute he could with the linguist.
That day in the lab…
He still could see it replay in his mind over and over. The nightmare served as a constant reminder, a weight that was always present in his mind.
Not only had Doctor Jackson awed him with his knowledge of ancient cultures from all over the galaxy, he had stunned him with his sheer determination to help those around him.
The man had given up his life for him. Just like that. For a complete stranger. For an entire planet of strangers. He hadn't even hesitated. One brief moment, and the deed had been done. Doctor Jackson had successfully disarmed the bomb.
Doctor Jackson had gone in knowing full well what would happen.
Jonas cast his eyes downward. How can you face a man that would do something so selfless that no words could really describe it?
How fair was it that Doctor Jackson's tragedy was his fortune?
Now, it wasn't just death. It was life without memory.
For a man who had a reputation, for a man who had figured out how to work the Stargate, and how to gate to several worlds…
He's lost the most precious thing. His mind.
Maybe, for someone like Doctor Jackson, that was a fate worse than death.
The thought saddened Jonas, and he feared he would never have the lengthy conversations he'd desired with the linguistic anthropologist and archaeologist. He'd read all his reports, all his notes. He had only witnessed him briefly as an Ascended being. Now, having a better understanding of the man, more so than when they first met, would he be denied the opportunity to debate with him?
But he would speak with him anyway, even if the man could offer just fragments. Even just his presence might help Jonas perfect his ideas about Anubis and the Ancients.
Shifting his weight, Jonas gazed ahead, ignoring the stares of the SF's that stood in the hallway.
Some of them were relatively new here, just like him. They probably couldn't understand the importance of whom SG1 had discovered on Vis Uban.
But he could see the pain evident in all his new companions. Colonel O'Neill happened to fidget more. Major Carter appeared distracted. And Teal'c? His silent gaze never seemed to leave Doctor Jackson.
They all wanted him back.
Yes, Doctor Jackson was a catalyst once again.
If his new ideas concerning Anubis and the tablet they'd found panned out, then he knew his time here would be limited. He loved the SGC, he loved the people, and he loved the job.
But he knew, even when he started, this scary change that had befallen him would change again, and he would need to move on.
Doctor Jackson had altered his life, and it wouldn't stop now. The change would continue to ripple outward, and to frighten him, as it did the day he had left the confines of Kelowna. He knew that even if he tried to stop it, even if he ignored it, and tried to hide in the comfort of the present, that the future would snatch him eventually.
He couldn't keep running. And one day, he would have to muster up the nerve to face the past and the guilt that accompanied it.
Why can't I just say it? he thought to himself. Why can't I just say it to him? Why can't I tell him I'm sorry?
Sucking in a deep breath, he walked forward, heading toward the room.
It may not be today, but one day…
One day, he promised, one day when he was stronger, when he was wiser, and when he was more courageous, he would make it up to Doctor Jackson for all he had done and sacrificed. He would show the SG1 and the SGC just what kind of hero Jackson really was.
One day, he would make the people of Kelowna understand. He would make them all understand.
And Daniel Jackson would never be forgotten again.