Holding Sha-re’s baby, part of Daniel wished he could take the boy home with him, back to earth, but he knew he was in no position to care for the child. All his energies needed to go into the continuing search for a way to restore his wife to her former self. If there was any way to get Sha’re back, then he would find it. He’d vowed that the day she’d been taken and forced become host to Apophis’ queen.

The baby would be better off staying on Abydos, with Kasuf, hidden away, while both Apophis and Amaunet believed him to have been stolen by Heru’ur. At least that way he’d have a chance. Perhaps when he was older, when Sha’re was safe, they could be a family, just not yet. He knew the boy wasn’t his, but that hardly mattered, because his very existence had brought about something as wonderful as it was tragic.

The last few hours with Sha’re, before the birth of her son, had been an unexpected but infinitely precious gift, a chance for Daniel to tell his wife how much he still loved her, and to assure her he would never give up until he was able to bring her home. Talking to her, free of the Goa’uld sleeping inside her, had restored his flagging hopes. Seeing for himself that Sha’re was still there, still herself, made him more determined than ever to get her back. Someday, they’d be together again, whatever it took.


The End