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Daniel's in his bedroom, not-sleeping. Buffy's in the guest room, the one that's usually occupied by Jack or Sam after nights of too much to drink when they'd come too close to not coming back alive. She hasn't met his friends yet, which Daniel thinks is probably for the best, all things considered. She and Jack might get along - and if they didn't, it might do Jack some good to get his butt kicked by a girl barely over five feet - but Daniel wants his guest to be comfortable, so he hasn't mentioned to his friends that she's there yet. He's shown her Colorado Springs, introduced her to his fish, and cooked meals for her, but they haven't talked much, really. The connection he feels to her is a little strange, but he thinks maybe it's a holdover from when he was Ascended and she was in Heaven, because nothing else could explain it. Shared experiences, shared pain, it helps them both, and if Daniel had ever had a child he thinks that might be something like what he feels for Buffy, though he doubts any father ever really understood his daughter as well as he understands his friend.

He's lying awake in bed, thinking about these things, and thinking about Eris. Wondering if she wonders where he is, wondering if she cares. Wondering if she's all right. If she knows Buffy's there and is upset over it. Hoping she knows it's not like that, hoping she knows that Buffy's 15 years or so younger than him and he hasn't been interested in 23-year-olds since he was one. Hoping he'll see her soon.

Date: 2005-02-04 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
There may or may not be a draft in Daniel's bedroom, but either way a slightly warm breeze makes its way through the room.

Apples, and cinnamon, and warm.

Date: 2005-02-04 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
A quiet voice.

"Actually, the last man I visited didn't have a bedroom at the time."

Amused laughter echoes in her voice.

Date: 2005-02-04 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
A smile, and something more of a presence in the room.

"I know."

Date: 2005-02-04 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She's almost there; in the dark, he can see a vague form, nodding.

"I am. And I'm sorry that I worried you, Daniel."

Date: 2005-02-04 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
And she's there, and walks across the room to sit on the edge of his bed, watching him.

"You worried anyway. And I'm not used to people worrying over me, I'll admit, but I'm fairly sure that that's the correct reaction. An apology for causing worry."

Date: 2005-02-04 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
A slight smile, and she squeezes back.

Thank you.

"I think I've managed to figure out most of what was causing problems, anyway, and they've been fixed... so I should be good. Back to confusing people."

Date: 2005-02-04 07:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She grins, turning to face him, cross-legged.

"What a relief to hear, that."

Date: 2005-02-04 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
There is a moment of quiet, perhaps of hesitation; and then she kisses him back softly. A moment later, she pulls back with another smile, one hand coming up to cradle the side of his face.

"You know... you're cute when you're sleepy."

Date: 2005-02-04 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She chuckles softly.

"Not always. Sometimes you're all brave and bold and handsome, and stuff."

Goddess she may be, but that doesn't mean she's always bothered to be expressive.

Date: 2005-02-04 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She leans in, slowly, and kisses him again lightly, for just a moment, before pulling back with a smile.

"I need to go, Daniel. But I wanted to come see you."

Date: 2005-02-04 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She reaches up, resting her hand over his, and perhaps for the briefest of moments her thumb rubs over the nearly invisible bracelet he still wears. And she smiles, and leans forward and kisses him once more, although this time it is on his forehead.

"Then I am glad as well. Goodnight, my Daniel."

And with another breeze, this one perhaps more like cider than simply cinnamon, she is gone again.

Date: 2005-02-15 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/
[ooc: Jack's been accepted! I didn't get your last e-mail about plotting because I can't access my school account from home. I should be able to, but the computer is playing silly buggers. Will you be around tonight?]


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