FarEscape the Past: In hope of a brighter future.

A/N: YoBlossom Thank you for the reviews. It's very much appreciated :)

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NOW: CHapter 5

:A little later::

I really hate the taste of beer and yet I find myself sitting in my living with a "Heine” as Jack called it in my hand.

I'm so oblivious right now, I can not remember how many I have drunk.. Though if I truly wished to know, all I would have to do is count the empty bottles. Nah, that just seems to take too much energy that I truly do not have to spare..

I swig the last of the liquid down my throat, placing the empty bottle onto the coffee table where it now joins it's brothers and sisters. I just stare out into space on my wall by my front door, that has nothing but a stupid picture that was a house warming gift from Sam.

I really hate that picture.

I truly, dearly hate that stupid clown with that couple...

A clown?!

She bought me a picture of a freaking clown for pete's sake?!

And I put it up in my house?! Wonder which one of us was in Jack's stash THAT day!?

I look down at the coffee table, then at the picture. Back to the coffee table and those empty cans that just seem to be calling my name.

Then back to the picture.

I smile at the thought that pops into my head.

Before I can truly think I start launching the empty cans across the room toward the picture. One misses, then another, and another. THe cans are empty of course they wouldn't cause the effect I would like. When the bottles are clear off the table and lay scattered on my living room floor, I finally move off the couch and toward the wall. Reaching for it, I pull it off my wall and drop it to the floor. I then take the heel of my sneaker and proceed to crack it until the glass is smashed and cutting into the hated picture. After a bit, I realize just what I did.

Crap! I got drunk.

Fuck! And it’s for a really dumb reason too.

I can’t believe I’m acting so childish. Though, that really was a hideous picture.

I just acted like a teenage girl who caught her boyfriend kissing another girl.

Why?

I have no right to feel like this, when he's not mine. There is no "Property of Daniel Jackson" labeled on his ass! Whoever he wishes to kiss is none of my business..

But it still hurt, watching Vala kiss Cameron.

And the way he responded.

I just turned away.

I couldn’t watch it.. To see with my own eyes, my hearts desire with another. It was too much..

I really think I’m falling hard for him. ...

It might not be love, but it’s surely an infatuation and that’s for sure. God, I'm tired. I make it over to the couch before I pass out.

Some time later:

What?! I look around, momentarily confused by the sound I hear. Oh my god, my neck is killing me..

Someone is at my front door. I grab for my glasses which only by the grace of god, were still on the coffee table and and trip my stiff and barely functioning body way over toward the front door. I glance at the clock, 1:43 in the morning.. Who the hell is at my door this hour of the night.

I look out the peep hole to see the man of my dreams there. Unlocking the door, I open it up.

“Ah... Hi!” He says looking at me.

Looking at his reaction to me, I guess I don’t look all so good.

“Sorry, I was just...”

“Having a one man party?” he finishes for me.

I chuckle... “Yeah. Something like that.”

He looks around at my floor: The beer bottles, broken glass and then back to me.

"Evil picture?" He asks.

"Something like that," I laugh.

“I’m sorry I came over so late. I just wanted to talk to you...”

He stops himself, and looks down at his hands. After a moment of pure silence, he looks back up to me.

“You kinda left real fast from the mountain and... I wanted to talk about Vala.”

I close my eyes and turn away from him. Walking back over to the couch I sit, afraid my knees will give out on me. He moves behind me and sits beside me.

“If I overstepped my bound.. I’m truly sorry, Daniel: I never wished to hurt you and I wouldn’t have responded to her kiss if I had known that you two were together.” He takes a deep breath. I stop him before he continues.

“We’re not together. Never were. We. Are. Not. An. Item.” I made that last statement perfectly clear.

He smiles shyly at me.

“Good.”

My heart breaks as I can see that he really likes her. It’s in his eyes. Especially when those last words left his mouth.

I lower my head only to have his hand lift my chin.

His blues stare deep into mine.

“I don’t know why I kissed her back, really..” he says then leans in toward me.

His lips meet mine and his tongue swipes along my bottom lip, begging to be let in. After a few seconds he pulls back. I guess he was afraid of my lack of response.

“I didn’t get the wrong impression? Did I?” He asks, suddenly concerned.

I smile at him and pull him on top of me.

Smiling, “No, you didn’t.”

With that our tongues dance, lips mingling. ...

The following day:

I sit here in my office, downing the aspirin that Cameron was so kind to leave on my desk.

Last night was beautiful. His hard, tight body on top my mine.

Soft lips.

Tongue that seemed to know exactly how to do everything just right.

Too bad I passed out. Again!

I still can’t believe I passed out on him. We never even got to take our shirts off.

Oh well, that is for tonight. We have a date. I can’t believe this.

We are going out tonight.

This smile hasn’t left my face since I woke up on my couch, all nice and comfy thanks to Cameron. He even stayed last night.. And cleaned up my mess. He is perfect.

And he’s mine..

The phone rings and I answer it.

“Hello?... Hi... Oh, yes, definitely. What? Can you repeat that please...”

My conversation is suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door.

“Hold on for a moment, Cameron.”

“Come in,” I call out.

The door opens and my heart drops to the floor when I hear the voice.

“Hello, Daniel.”

Shit!

”Sam!”