Daniel walked into the apartment he shared with Jon and stopped. There was no one home. Jon had called him to remind him to come home and (after checking his watch), it was his partners turn to cook, so dinner should have been started….
But no one was there. If they had been any place other than Atlantis, he would have been more concerned about kidnapping, so that left… Well kidnapping, accidents, unexplained off-world missions or scientists grabbing Jon for his ATA gene. Tapping his ear piece, Daniel took the direct route, “Jon? Where are you?”
No answer. Damn it.
Another tap to the channel stud and, “Carson? Is Jon O’Neill there with you?”
“Nae, lad. He isn’t. Haven’t seen him in days. Why do ye ask?” replied the base CMO. After so many years on Atlantis, the question didn’t seem to have thrown him at all, just made him curious.
“Because he isn’t home and I was wondering if he had been sparring with anyone and needed your attention. Thanks!” and quickly signing off, the Archeologist dropped his computer on the desk by the door and headed out again.
Jumper Bay, Jon’s office, Sheppard’s office, the mess, the armory, CIC, the range, their favorite balcony and back again. He wasn’t in any of them. When Daniel had passed Sheppard for the third time as he made his rounds, apparently that was just too much for the other man and he pulled him over to one of the many niches scattered up and down the halls. “Check the Natrium. Last time I saw him, he was sitting on the floor, staring at Jamie’s unit.”
Daniel felt himself twitch at that news and in a burst of intuition, looked at his watch. Like every other time piece on Atlantis, it showed both the Atlantis date and Earth date. He wasn’t all the surprised to find that on Earth, it was officially a bad day. Today would have been Charlie O’Neill’s birthday. And thus, was a day that neither Jon or Jack O’Neill handled with anything approaching grace. Nodding slightly, Daniel murmured a quiet “Thank you,” before heading over to the last place he would have looked for his partner at.
Jon was sitting on the floor, staring up at the artificial womb holding Jamie McKay-Sheppard with a look Daniel hadn’t seen in ears. Envy, want, need, hunger. The last time he had really seen that look was when Jack had had to let the Re’tu child, Charlie, go to the Tok’Ra. Right afterwards the Colonel had closed down tightly and had spent the night getting really, really drunk. Not wanting to break the silence, Daniel sat down beside his partner.
“I want the brass ring, Danny. I want to try again.” The words were quiet, but heartfelt. Jon looked up at him and Daniel felt his heart melt at the sight.
“Sure, Jon. Let’s have a baby.”
The smile that lit spread over Jon’s face was enough to light up a room.
Thank you Chris King and Keira for the look over!