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Story Notes: This is a very strange piece of work. Suspend belief here people, suspend belief.

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E-mail: venom@scififan.com but you'd probably have better luck with venom_the_shipper@yahoo.com.au

Dedication: As always, for LEW.

Date: 27-5-03

Copyright © to Venom, 2003


Too Much

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"They don't look happy." A voice behind him commented absently, sitting down on the stairs next to him.

The boy sighed before replying. "They never do anymore."

"It's a shame, they'd be perfect together."

"Yeah."

An eerie silence descended upon them, and the older man found himself uncomfortable. He needed to think of something to say…..something intelligent, wise, deep and meaningful.

"What's heaven like?"

Daniel almost kicked himself. That was wise? That was intelligent? He must have lost several vocabulary neurons when he ascended. He made a mental note to ask Oma about it later.

Charlie thought a little before answering. "Not what you'd think." He finally answered, looking down once more. "He hates walking away from her, he hates it when she says no."

"Almost as much as she hates saying it."

"Why do you think she does?"

"It's her job."

Charlie decided to change the subject. "How come you can see me? I thought that you glowy people had the whole non interference thing going?"

Daniel grinned, he sounded just like his father. "Well, we do, but technically, anything that I say to you can't be classified as interfering since your…..you know."

Charlie knew. "Since I'm dead?" He offered and saw Daniel nod uncomfortably.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure if we could communicate or not, but I figured it was worth a try." He shrugged.

"It was. I never realised how miserable Dad is. I must be looking in on him at all the right moments."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. Jack is better at hiding his feelings than we realise most of the time."

"I know."

Daniel bit his bottom lip. "Is God real?" He asked.

It was something that had been secretly bothering him over the last several years. He'd met cultures that believed that the Goa'uld were God's, and some even thought of the Asguard in the same light, but he'd never been too sure.

"If you believe he is real, then he is." Charlie replied cryptically.

"You're as bad as your father." He smiled.

Charlie grinned. "It's called genetics Daniel."

"I know."

"Thanks for helping my dad out when Ba'al took him."

Feeling slightly uncomfortable at the praise, Daniel shrugged. "That's what friends are for."

"Do you think he loves her?"

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"I don't doubt it."

Charlie sighed. "Me neither."

"Next time I pop in on him, I could tell your dad that I saw you…..if you want?" He offered, wondering how Jack would react to the news that his best friend, who was essentially `dead', was having conversations with his dead son.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Dad doesn't need to dwell on that at the moment."

"You're mature for a ten year old." Daniel pointed out, smiling.

"I'm going to be a ten year old for all eternity, it tends to make you grow up faster than the other kids." He joked. "I think Sam would make a great mother." He said after a moment of comfortable silence.

"She will, one day."

"Think it will be with Dad?"

Daniel shrugged. "I can hope."

"Why do you think Dad keeps asking her to the cabin when he knows that she'll say no?" Charlie asked suddenly.

"It's his way."

"Way of doing what?"

"It's his way of letting her know that his feelings haven't changed."

Charlie blinked at him. "You think?"

"I'm just guessing." Daniel admitted.

"I thought you were a higher being now? Shouldn't you be all knowing?"

Daniel laughed. "You really *are* too much like your father.

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The end.




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