Pain is not to be feared nor loved but understood (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mostlycelt) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} stargate_fanfic,@ 2005-08-27 16:49:00 |
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Picking up the Pieces 3/?
The story is my version of Daniel's life following the deaths of his parents. I tend to write as I go so I can't say how long this will be until it's done. What can I say?::shrugs:: Characters talk to me and when they've finished with what they need me to say for them, then it's usually time for the story to end.
As far as I know this should remain under a PG-13 rating, if a chapter seems to break that rule I'll post it as such.
Insert standard ownership disclaimer here.
Picking up the Pieces
Chapter 3
By J.D.
While dinner had allowed things to settle into a reasonable calm it had not solved all of the two Detective's problems in regards to their small charge. Lou Jacobs had assumed the grim task of trying to locate someone related to the elder Jacksons, he had also been the one to act as the go-between in regards to Child Protective Service's involvement. As it appeared now, there was no doubt the boy would go into their custody before the night was over, a condition that his partner seemed to disagree with but which seemed inevitable. They had been able to learn that there was one family member, the boy's Grandfather, a Nicholas Ballard, but the man wasn't even in the country, and no one seemed quite sure where he even was. As much as he might dislike children, even Jacobs found himself feeling sorry for what the kid had to look forward to.
While his partner was trying to locate next of kin, Sean Campbell had found himself trying to keep Daniel Jackson distracted enough that he wouldn't think about asking to see his parents. The early part of the evening has been easy, the boy was hungry and the anticipation of pizza had kept his interest there until his appetite had been satisfied. Later, when the desk Sargent had offered to show the boy the station he had willingly released him to the older man's care. Now though it was getting more difficult and he knew the time was coming when they would have to tell the child the truth about his parents. He glanced over to the desk where Daniel had been settled with paper and pencils.
For Daniel the evening had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, while the excitement of seeing so many new things might normally have kept him occupied for hours he couldn't deny the reason he was here. He paused in mid-line as his thoughts returned again to his concern for his parents, the picture one he was drawing for them. He studied the image of the pyramid and the Sphinx beyond it and found his thoughts instantly returned to the museum. That he could call up the scene so quickly and in such detail was both a blessing and a curse and he found himself wishing he could turn it off. His mother had always told him it was a gift he would never regret and he hated himself for wishing now she were wrong. He dropped the pencil and covered his face with his hands as the tears came again...he wanted his mom.
"Damn." Sean Campbell rose as he saw the boy break down and moved quickly to his side in hopes of distracting him again. "Hey Daniel...it's okay." He gathered him into his arms and wasn't surprised when the boy's arms went around his neck in response. "It's alright." He offered the consolation even as he knew it would never be alright for him again.
"I want my mom and dad." The request was one that had been the same since their first meeting and as much as he might wish otherwise the detective knew it was never going to be one that he could grant.
"I know, Daniel...but you know they can't come here and right now you can't be with them." He rubbed his hand in circles on the child's back, feeling the tremble under it as he did.
"You s...said I c..could c..call them." The words came with difficulty amidst the tears.
"I know I did but not yet. You know, it's getting pretty late, why don't we see if we can find you somewhere to lay down so you can get some sleep." He knew the compromise was one offered more for his benefit, but the young boy had to be exhausted and sleep was something he needed.
"C..can I g..go to the hospital...t..tomorrow?" He needed something to hold on to.
"We'll have to call the doctors in the morning...I can't say for sure." The longer he lied the worse it would be, but if it gave the kid some hope what could it hurt? Sean found himself asking the question even as he offered the him the slim hope to hang on to.
"B..but we'll c..call them?" He struggled for the words as he choked on his own tears.
"Yeah, we'll call the doctors in the morning...I promise." It was hope...how could that hurt him? "Now though we need to find you someplace to sleep."
"I c..cant go home?" His voice began to calm as his crying eased.
"Not tonight little man...I'm sorry." He settled the boy more comfortably on his shoulder before carrying him into the break area. The room was one of the few with a couch, and while it wasn't an ideal place for a child it was in no way the worst. Laying him down he knelt beside him so that he could continue to rub the child's back. "Just try and go to sleep now Daniel...I'll be close by and you don't have to worry about anything here.." He found this reassurance easier to give.
"We'll call them in the morning?" The need for confirmation came quietly even as sleep pulled at him.
"Yeah, we'll call the hospital in the morning...now shh..." It took another fifteen minutes for him to be sure that Daniel was sleeping and surprisingly another ten before he could bring himself to leave his side. The child's world was in ruin and if he could offer him some sense of security , even for only a short period of time how could he not do it? He found himself running his fingers through the towhead's hair before rising. "I'm sorry kid, I wish none of this had ever happened." He voiced the apology even knowing that no one would hear the words...before heading for the door. "Things will work out kid...I'll make sure of it." He flicked the lightswitch off as he reached it knowing even as he made the promise that he had no idea how he would fulfill it. Something about this small boy had pierced the armor that allowed him to remain immune to all that he dealt with on a daily basis, and even now, watching the small boy sleep, he wasn't sure that he'd ever be the same again.
To be continued...
The story is my version of Daniel's life following the deaths of his parents. I tend to write as I go so I can't say how long this will be until it's done. What can I say?::shrugs:: Characters talk to me and when they've finished with what they need me to say for them, then it's usually time for the story to end.
As far as I know this should remain under a PG-13 rating, if a chapter seems to break that rule I'll post it as such.
Insert standard ownership disclaimer here.
Picking up the Pieces
Chapter 3
By J.D.
While dinner had allowed things to settle into a reasonable calm it had not solved all of the two Detective's problems in regards to their small charge. Lou Jacobs had assumed the grim task of trying to locate someone related to the elder Jacksons, he had also been the one to act as the go-between in regards to Child Protective Service's involvement. As it appeared now, there was no doubt the boy would go into their custody before the night was over, a condition that his partner seemed to disagree with but which seemed inevitable. They had been able to learn that there was one family member, the boy's Grandfather, a Nicholas Ballard, but the man wasn't even in the country, and no one seemed quite sure where he even was. As much as he might dislike children, even Jacobs found himself feeling sorry for what the kid had to look forward to.
While his partner was trying to locate next of kin, Sean Campbell had found himself trying to keep Daniel Jackson distracted enough that he wouldn't think about asking to see his parents. The early part of the evening has been easy, the boy was hungry and the anticipation of pizza had kept his interest there until his appetite had been satisfied. Later, when the desk Sargent had offered to show the boy the station he had willingly released him to the older man's care. Now though it was getting more difficult and he knew the time was coming when they would have to tell the child the truth about his parents. He glanced over to the desk where Daniel had been settled with paper and pencils.
For Daniel the evening had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, while the excitement of seeing so many new things might normally have kept him occupied for hours he couldn't deny the reason he was here. He paused in mid-line as his thoughts returned again to his concern for his parents, the picture one he was drawing for them. He studied the image of the pyramid and the Sphinx beyond it and found his thoughts instantly returned to the museum. That he could call up the scene so quickly and in such detail was both a blessing and a curse and he found himself wishing he could turn it off. His mother had always told him it was a gift he would never regret and he hated himself for wishing now she were wrong. He dropped the pencil and covered his face with his hands as the tears came again...he wanted his mom.
"Damn." Sean Campbell rose as he saw the boy break down and moved quickly to his side in hopes of distracting him again. "Hey Daniel...it's okay." He gathered him into his arms and wasn't surprised when the boy's arms went around his neck in response. "It's alright." He offered the consolation even as he knew it would never be alright for him again.
"I want my mom and dad." The request was one that had been the same since their first meeting and as much as he might wish otherwise the detective knew it was never going to be one that he could grant.
"I know, Daniel...but you know they can't come here and right now you can't be with them." He rubbed his hand in circles on the child's back, feeling the tremble under it as he did.
"You s...said I c..could c..call them." The words came with difficulty amidst the tears.
"I know I did but not yet. You know, it's getting pretty late, why don't we see if we can find you somewhere to lay down so you can get some sleep." He knew the compromise was one offered more for his benefit, but the young boy had to be exhausted and sleep was something he needed.
"C..can I g..go to the hospital...t..tomorrow?" He needed something to hold on to.
"We'll have to call the doctors in the morning...I can't say for sure." The longer he lied the worse it would be, but if it gave the kid some hope what could it hurt? Sean found himself asking the question even as he offered the him the slim hope to hang on to.
"B..but we'll c..call them?" He struggled for the words as he choked on his own tears.
"Yeah, we'll call the doctors in the morning...I promise." It was hope...how could that hurt him? "Now though we need to find you someplace to sleep."
"I c..cant go home?" His voice began to calm as his crying eased.
"Not tonight little man...I'm sorry." He settled the boy more comfortably on his shoulder before carrying him into the break area. The room was one of the few with a couch, and while it wasn't an ideal place for a child it was in no way the worst. Laying him down he knelt beside him so that he could continue to rub the child's back. "Just try and go to sleep now Daniel...I'll be close by and you don't have to worry about anything here.." He found this reassurance easier to give.
"We'll call them in the morning?" The need for confirmation came quietly even as sleep pulled at him.
"Yeah, we'll call the hospital in the morning...now shh..." It took another fifteen minutes for him to be sure that Daniel was sleeping and surprisingly another ten before he could bring himself to leave his side. The child's world was in ruin and if he could offer him some sense of security , even for only a short period of time how could he not do it? He found himself running his fingers through the towhead's hair before rising. "I'm sorry kid, I wish none of this had ever happened." He voiced the apology even knowing that no one would hear the words...before heading for the door. "Things will work out kid...I'll make sure of it." He flicked the lightswitch off as he reached it knowing even as he made the promise that he had no idea how he would fulfill it. Something about this small boy had pierced the armor that allowed him to remain immune to all that he dealt with on a daily basis, and even now, watching the small boy sleep, he wasn't sure that he'd ever be the same again.
To be continued...
