Fic: Saying Goodbye. 1/1 StarGate: SG-1
Title: Saying Goodbye. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own StarGate: SG-1. Characters: Daniel, Evan Lorne Words: 804 Fandom: StarGate SG-1 Pairing: Daniel/Lorne Rating: Teen Warnings: Language Summary: Daniel has bad news for his lover. Author's Note: After SG-1 8x20 - Moebius part 2/ Before SG-A 1x19 - The Siege part 2. ______________________________________
Wind from the fan blew the length of his bangs over his face. He didn't bother to brush them away. What was the point?
The sound of the front door closing echoed in their apartment. "Daniel?"
At first, he felt like ignoring the call. If he could delay the inevitable confrontation, they wouldn't have to deal with it.
"Are you home? I got good news!" He sounded extremely happy.
Daniel knew that wasn't a good sign. It would have been hours ago, but not any more. Thanks to Jack's meddling, things wouldn't be good for a very long time.
Moving in to the bedroom, Evan pushed the door open. "Daniel, are you in here?" He poked his head through. Upon seeing his lover, a brilliant smile broke out on his face. "I got it! We can go!"
"No, you can." Looking up from the bottle in his hand, Daniel let his head fall back. He met Evan's confused expression with a derisive snort. "I'm still stuck here in the same, god forsaken pit."
This caused Evan to frown. Fully entering the room, he shuffled to a stop in front of Daniel. "What happened? I thought we had this all worked out."
"So did I, but apparently my talents are too invaluable here." Pointing to the dresser with the bottle, Daniel indicated a letter on top of it. "That was hand delivered to my office at the SGC while I was packing this morning."
Evan glanced over his shoulder at the harmless looking white envelope. On the corner was the official seal of the President of the United States. He slowly turned to face it with a swallow. Reaching out, Evan picked up the letter. He looked back to Daniel for permission.
Snorting, Daniel nodded. "Go ahead."
With a raised eyebrow, Evan went back to staring at the envelope. He hesitantly reached out to pick it up. It was light and bent in his grip. Turning it over, he opened the lip and pulled out the letter inside.
Daniel watched his reaction in the dresser's vanity mirror. Seeing Evan's frown deepen made Daniel's lips twitch in to a humorless smile. "Read it aloud."
"Your services are hereby requested...Return to SG-1." Evan lowered the letter so he could meet Daniel's gaze in the mirror. "Is this one of the General's jokes?"
"No, I uh, think it's pretty clear Jack isn't officially behind this. Look at the co-signer's name." Snickering, Daniel brought the bottle to his lips. The amber liquid inside burned as it ran down his throat. Finishing with a sigh, he wiped his lips.
"The president? Who...Why would he do this?" This time Evan turned to face his lover. He sat back against the dresser to brace himself. "There has to be a reason."
"I don't care what their reasoning. It doesn't matter any more." Lowering the bottle to the floor, Daniel clasped his hands between his knees. "I quit."
"You what?" To say Evan was stunned put it mildly. He stared at Daniel for several moments in complete surprise. "Your work..."
"Means nothing to these people!" Daniel's head shot up as he returned Evan's stare. "They knew what I wanted, have always wanted, and have consistently voted contrary. Even after everything I have given up for this country, this planet, they still don't give a damn about my needs. So, they can all just take it and shove it for all I care!"
"No, Daniel, no!" Stepping off from the dresser, Evan stalked up to his lover. Kneeling down, he grabbed Daniel's hands in his own. "We can work through this. Don't throw your life away because of some bureaucratic bullshit."
"I'm not." Pulling his hand from Evan's grip, Daniel reached up to place it on the man's shoulder. "I just can't work there any more."
Evan searched Daniel's face for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he closed his eyes. Eventually, he nodded. "What are we going to do?"
"There are plenty of other options. It's not like I'm destitute like when I first started there." This made Daniel smile. He had been so young back then. That smile quickly drifted away. "I do know that I will never work for the IOA again."
Leaning forward, Evan placed his forehead to Daniel's. "I've still got my orders."
"I know." Daniel's hand slid over Evan's shoulder and down his back. "Come on. We'll think about it later. Right now, we've still got plans for dinner."
Closing his eyes once more, Evan sighed. "All right."
"Don't sound so enthusiastic, you might hurt yourself." At Evan's lips twitching, Daniel reached up to rub a thumb over them. Things would work out and they would both live their lives. He had to tell himself this twice before he could breathe again.