This is just a little sad oneshot I wrote, probably late one night to the sound of sad instrumental soundtrack music (Christopher Beck is really good at it). It's the first Stargate fanfic I've ever put up so tell me what you think. Istalindar

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Daniel was expecting grief. He was expecting Sam to look rough, pale…tired. For her to be quiet and withdrawn. So he brought food he didn't think she'd eat and movies he didn't think she'd watch. Teal'c stayed on base, dealing with his grief as he dealt with most things: privately.

But Daniel couldn't do that and didn't think Sam could either.

But he wasn't expecting his knocking and doorbell ringing to be ignored. He wasn't expecting to have to use his spare key to let himself in, because he knew she was at home. He wasn't expecting all the lights to be off, so he bumped his hip on the kitchen door as he set the pizza and movies on the table.

And he wasn't expecting the pain he could hear in her crying.

Slowly, because he felt like he was invading her privacy, Daniel edged his way down the hall to her room, gently pushing the slightly open door further so he could see inside. Again it was dark, but he could still make out the shape of Sam lying curled on the bed on top of the covers, knees drawn up to her chest and pillow hugged tightly against her face. And he could hear her crying…gasping sobs like she'd been crying so long she'd forgotten she had to breathe and her body was taking in air where it could.

"Sam?" He said softly. There was no response, and the crying just went on and on and on. He slowly stepped inside. "Sam?" Again, no response, and when he stood awkwardly by the side of the bed she gave no sign that she had noticed his presence. It was only when he sank gingerly down onto the edge of the bed and touched her shoulder, saying her name again, that she took any notice: sitting up and throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.

"Daniel!" She cried, arms tightening around his neck. He bit his lip, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly to him. "He's gone!" She wailed into his chest, her sobbing barely letting up. He didn't say anything, and eventually she cried herself to sleep. Daniel gently laid her back on the pillows, glancing at his watch. He'd been sitting with her for over two hours, and it was nearing one in the morning. He sighed, bending to kiss her on the forehead and tuck the blankets under her chin before slipping silently from the room and out of the house.

This was the fourth time this week that this had happened, and Daniel was starting to turn up more for her than for him. He worried about her, worried about the all-encompassing pain she was holding. He had always known what Jack meant to her, and this had solidified it in his mind; she loved him. Loved him the same way Daniel loved Sha're.

And so Daniel could understand.