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Absolutely Nowhere

TITLE: Absolutely Nowhere 
AUTHOR: nhawk 
POSTED: 1. August 2002
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SUMMARY: Sometimes you can feel like you're absolutely nowhere until someone 
shows you the way home. 
SPOILERS: A Hundred Days episode addition but no real spoilers.
STATUS: Complete.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, MGM, Gekko Film Corp., and Double Secret 
Productions do. No infringement intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just a short little scene that I needed to get out of my head and 
into some words.

Absolutely Nowhere
     by nhawk

He sits alone, staring into the mirror behind the bar.  He doesn't know why Daniel 
chose this place.  It doesn't seem his style.  It's hot and dark, and the thud, thud, thud 
of the nightclub next door pulses through the walls making him feel like he's drinking 
scotch inside a large, rectangular womb.

"Sir, we'll be over there."  Sam calls out, gesturing towards a table at the back of the 

"Yeah, I'll join you in a minute."

Twenty minutes later and he's still at the bar, flicking ice cubes into an ashtray and 
watching Carter's reflection in the mirror.  She seems to be arguing with Daniel, 
probably about who should come over and talk to him, he thinks.

He wishes he hadn't agreed to come here.  Since his return from Edora everything 
feels so far away, like he's watching himself from outside his own body.  When 
Daniel suggested they go out for a 'welcome home' drink he had heard himself say: 
"Sure Daniel, good idea. What time?"

He thinks Carter must have lost the argument because her reflection approaches him in the 
mirror.  He has a sudden urge to jump up and run away.  To keep running until the 
feeling in the chest has burnt away.  

But it's too late.  She is standing next to him, gripping her drink and looking uneasy.  
She sits down and swivels on her stool to face him. 

"Are you okay, sir?"

He doesn't answer her.  Instead, he swirls his glass on the counter, watching tiny 
golden whirlpools form in his scotch.
"Thank you," he says eventually, studying his drink.  He turns to look at her. "Thank 
you for bringing me home."

They stare at each other, fumbling for something to say.

"I, I."  She stutters, losing her nerve and looking away.


She turns back to him. "Everything will be alright, sir." 

It isn't a question but he answers her anyway.

"Yeah, I think we'll be okay, Carter."

It isn't what he meant to say but it is what he wanted to say.  He searches her face for 
a reaction and catches a hint of a smile.  It's only small, but it promises a lot.

He nudges her with his shoulder, giving her a small smile of his own. "Come on 
Carter, let's join the others."

The end

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