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Great weekend. I'm a happy girl.
I've seen Red Dragon, had dinner made for me, played video games, snuggled, went to South Street, humped Waryne, kissed Chrissy, pretended to ride Chris like a horse, been tickled, laughed, decided that Lapdance is one of the coolest songs ever, watched The Simpsons, drank lots of coffee, saw bikers, and talked to Dayse.
[happies]
Oh, and I steal ideas. Crazy!Daniel fic is stolen from Lise's Sleep to Dream but with a Stargate twist. But I will totally credit her for making me think about Daniel in that way.
When Daniel opened his eyes, a light was immediately shone into them and he started to lift his arms but he was strapped down and couldn’t move. He opened his mouth to protest, his eyes shutting tightly again but hands forced his eyelids back open and he cried out.
“Daniel,” a familiar voice said firmly. “Relax.”
Daniel whimpered softly and tried to move but the restraints were on his legs and around his waist as well. The light moved away and he blinked rapidly, spots in his vision.
“Glad you came back to us,” the voice said. He heard rustling sounds as well, turning towards them. He saw a woman with curly, brown hair wearing a doctors coat, but he couldn’t see her face. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Thirsty,” Daniel croaked out, licking his lips. “Water.”
The woman walked over to him, holding a cup with a straw. She leaned over him and Daniel cried out in surprise.
“Sha’re!”
The woman sighed and put a hand on Daniel’s forehead. “It’s Sherri, Daniel. I’m not who you think I am. You know this.”
Daniel wanted to cry in relief. She was alive, talking to him. She was here.
Sherri pushed a button to raise the bed slightly. She put the straw to Daniel’s lips. “Drink. We’ll talk more later.”
Daniel drank, staring at her face in disbelief. The familiar kind eyes that he swore he’d never see again. She wore her hair down, tumbling over her shoulders. He knew what it felt like wrapped around his fingers. He wanted that again.
“Sha’re,” he whispered again and she sighed. “You’re not dead.”
“No, Daniel,” she said softly, taking the water away. “I never was dead. We’ll talk more later. You need to rest.”
Sherri walked away and Daniel started to call after her, his voice rising in desperation. “Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave me again! Sha’re! Sha’re!”
Sherri didn’t turn around; just shut the door behind her and left Daniel alone, screaming in desperation and struggling against his restraints.
“Sha’re!”
I've seen Red Dragon, had dinner made for me, played video games, snuggled, went to South Street, humped Waryne, kissed Chrissy, pretended to ride Chris like a horse, been tickled, laughed, decided that Lapdance is one of the coolest songs ever, watched The Simpsons, drank lots of coffee, saw bikers, and talked to Dayse.
[happies]
Oh, and I steal ideas. Crazy!Daniel fic is stolen from Lise's Sleep to Dream but with a Stargate twist. But I will totally credit her for making me think about Daniel in that way.
When Daniel opened his eyes, a light was immediately shone into them and he started to lift his arms but he was strapped down and couldn’t move. He opened his mouth to protest, his eyes shutting tightly again but hands forced his eyelids back open and he cried out.
“Daniel,” a familiar voice said firmly. “Relax.”
Daniel whimpered softly and tried to move but the restraints were on his legs and around his waist as well. The light moved away and he blinked rapidly, spots in his vision.
“Glad you came back to us,” the voice said. He heard rustling sounds as well, turning towards them. He saw a woman with curly, brown hair wearing a doctors coat, but he couldn’t see her face. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Thirsty,” Daniel croaked out, licking his lips. “Water.”
The woman walked over to him, holding a cup with a straw. She leaned over him and Daniel cried out in surprise.
“Sha’re!”
The woman sighed and put a hand on Daniel’s forehead. “It’s Sherri, Daniel. I’m not who you think I am. You know this.”
Daniel wanted to cry in relief. She was alive, talking to him. She was here.
Sherri pushed a button to raise the bed slightly. She put the straw to Daniel’s lips. “Drink. We’ll talk more later.”
Daniel drank, staring at her face in disbelief. The familiar kind eyes that he swore he’d never see again. She wore her hair down, tumbling over her shoulders. He knew what it felt like wrapped around his fingers. He wanted that again.
“Sha’re,” he whispered again and she sighed. “You’re not dead.”
“No, Daniel,” she said softly, taking the water away. “I never was dead. We’ll talk more later. You need to rest.”
Sherri walked away and Daniel started to call after her, his voice rising in desperation. “Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave me again! Sha’re! Sha’re!”
Sherri didn’t turn around; just shut the door behind her and left Daniel alone, screaming in desperation and struggling against his restraints.
“Sha’re!”
