Dear Departed

People are giving him reproachful looks: We had a memorial, I had to get my uniform dry-cleaned, I missed my son's soccer game, I cried for nothing.

When they're used to him being alive again, he discovers what Jack did.

"You went crazy."

"Did not." Jack waves his hand vaguely. "Alien mind whammy. Hammond made me pay for the window, but it wasn't my fault."

"Crazy," Daniel repeats happily. "Window-smashing, eulogy-giving crazy. Just because I was dead."

"'Just because'?" Jack snarls. "Dammit, Daniel..."

That's good for another five minutes of ranting.

Daniel should feel guilty.

He doesn't.

Just loved.


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