The End of Daniel and Remy

Posted on Mon Mar 4th, 2024 @ 5:30am by Captain Remy Johansen & Captain Daniel Jackson PhD
Edited on on Mon Apr 1st, 2024 @ 1:29am

701 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: The Menagerie: side stories & mischief making
Timeline: MD O, 2030 Hours

Remy finally felt like she could take a breath for a minute after a whirlwind of a day. She thought about just returning to her own quarters, but she stopped herself, and walked toward Daniel's instead. She'd passed him briefly in and out of the science lab today, but they hadn't really talked since she'd learned he'd be coming along for the mission.

She waved her hand over the sensor announcing her arrival and the doors opened almost immediately. Daniel was dressed casually, though well enough that he might have been expecting company. "Hi Remy," he said casually, making his way toward the door. "Have a seat."

He never called her Remy, it was their thing. It should have been her first clue.

Daniel brought her a glass of water and sat down on the opposite couch. He furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry if my presence makes you uncomfortable. I didn't ask to come along. I even suggested they send someone else, I didn't want our history. Anyway. If me being here makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'll stay out of your way as much as possible."

The space between them in the room felt like more than Remy had felt between them in... well ever. A sinking feeling hit her stomach. She placed the water on the table and moved to the couch he was sitting on and noticed him stiffen. Remy's mouth felt dry. "What's going on?" She asked, her voice cracking,

Daniel shook his head at her. "We can't keep doing this, Remy. I can't keep doing this. It's time to move on."

Remy's mind flashed to the week before, when he'd taken her out to drinks, and then back to his place on Jupiter Station. She reached out for his arm, expecting for him to soften at her touch, but he had no reaction. "The other night," she pleaded. "You called me. I thought we were..." Remy craned her neck to make eye contact with him, to beg him not to give up on her.

Daniel stood up and took a few steps toward the center of the room. "I know. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, Remy."

"You're sorry!" She exclaimed, her eyes now flashing with anger. "You're sorry? What the hell, Daniel. You call me up to make a fool out of me when I start to have feelings for you again."

Daniel smirked. "Again," he repeated in exasperation. "That has always been the problem, Remira. You've been playing this game with me for over three years now. Four years ago, I thought we were going to get married, have a family, but you flipped a switch on me and you've been hot and cold ever since. I don't know if it was the research, or if it was me, or just the thought of settling down. Maybe it was all of it. But I loved you. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. But the last three years you've just been stringing me along. I don't hear from you for months, and then it seems like we're back together again, only to have you rip that away from me."

"I can't do this anymore. You have to let me go." Daniel said the words firmly, punctuated.

Remy felt her heart catch in her chest. It hurt. A literal physical aching in her chest. She fought the urge to cry. She didn't want to let him see the tears that stung her eyes as she held them back. He wasn't wrong though. He'd been her safety net. The place she'd ran to when she was lonely.

He called her. And she had answered. Just a few short days ago. That was the entire impetus for her even feeling this way now. At least that's what she told herself. She lingered on that thought and let herself be angry with him for luring her to his bedroom one last time before driving a stake through everything that they once had.

Remy walked out, her head held high. It was what she could muster, and what she had to for herself. The crew wouldn't see her crumble. She'd cry later.

[End]

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