JD Divas Zine: Volume 1

Absolutes by PhoenixE

J/D, Pre-Slash, Romance, Angst, Season 7, shortly after Daniel descends and before they go on the mission to take out Anubis' ship. Spoilers for Fallen, brief mental flashbacks to Shades of Grey
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Convinced he's done terrible things to warrant his 'decension', Daniel confides to Jack he is afraid to recover his memory.

"I'm sorry I called you Jim," I say to the tall, silent man behind me ushering me through his front door with a solicitous hand to the small of my back. "I didn't mean… I was teasing you."

Well, that's sort of true. And yet…not. What is absolutely true, I never had any doubt about his name. Never. The moment I first saw him on Vis Uban it came to me, almost instantly, with frightening clarity, bursting into my brain like this huge, honking flare…

Jack. That man was Jack. I didn't know who or what a Jack was, but whatever it was – he was it.

It scared me spit-less, to know this, so clearly, so easily, and with such blazing certainty, after casting about for so long through the rattling corridors of my empty head for some sort of clue as to who I was, dredging the echoing recesses of my non-existent memory hoping to discover any illuminating chicken scratches upon the tabula rasa of my recollections, anything, my own name even, after all that damned desperately seeking something and coming up with nothing - not a blessed thing about me or my past, I knew him. All that fruitless mental scrounging and I look at these people, this man and suddenly, I know he is Jack with more certainty than I've had of anything I've been told since waking up a blank and frustrated slate in Vis Uban.

This man is Jack. I know that, feel the truth of it still, resonating even more strongly within me with bone-deep recognition. When the unexpected strangers claiming to be my friends bursting upon my awareness told me my name was Daniel I didn't know for sure if I really was, hell, to be honest I'm still not sure of the Daniel thing, not absolutely, but I knew beyond a doubt he was Jack.

Jack doesn't say anything as he follows me through and closes the door behind us. I don't 'remember' enough about him to know exactly why he's brought me here to stay over for a couple of days, but I have to say I'm awfully glad he has. After the wide expanses of Vis Uban I was going a bit squirrelly cooped up in that mountain. I'm not sure, I don't think I had issues with small spaces before but for some reason I'm finding being confined…

I'm having problems with it.

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