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Chapter 2

Jack was itching for his gun. Or a knife. A weapon. Anything! This situation was just too weird, something clearly indicated by the fact that the six people had been sitting in shocked silence for at least five minutes. Just staring at each other. Jack couldn't quite assimilate what was going on, and he didn't think his team were faring much better. The dark haired woman hadn't stopped staring at his Daniel since 'the other one' had woken up. And then…she burst out laughing. Yep, definitely a few fries short of a happy meal. The other Daniel simply rolled his eyes, and hit her lightly on the arm, "Vala…"

"I'm sorry," she gasped out between giggles, "But just…you had hair!"

Jack watched in bizarre detachment as the other Daniel sighed in a very long suffering manner, "Yes, as I do now."

"I know, but we're talking some serious follicle growth there."

Daniel rolled his eyes again, and muttered, "For cryin' out loud."

Jack's eyebrows shot up. He had never heard his Daniel say that, or ever expected him to, "Okay, I will ask this once: What the hell?"

The woman called Vala shrugged, "Don't ask me, do I look like a blonde wormhole expert to you?" Jack frowned slightly; the other Daniel had flinched at that. Vala must have noticed too, because she quickly glossed over it with, "Anyone know how to dress a wound?"

Carter seemed to rise out of her shock at that, "Sir? None of us are armed." He looked at her, reading the unspoken message: if they were impostors, numbers were on SG-1's side, but if it really, somehow, impossibly was Daniel, they couldn't just let him bleed out. Besides, they would be alone for quite a while; might as well get cosy.

Carter walked over to alternate-Daniel. Jack shook his head slightly; this was going to get confusing – of all his team mates for there to be two of, it had to be the archaeologist. Before she could examine him closely, however, he pulled away, refusing to look at her, "It's fine."

Vala hit him again, almost making Jack grin; it was exactly what he would have done to his Daniel, "At least get it strapped up. You don't want to go messing up the floor." Jack did smile then – he was beginning to like this woman.

"Fine." A sullen consent, but a consent nonetheless. Sam began to examine the wound, pouring some of their water on it, making Daniel hiss. He still wouldn't look at her.

Sam frowned, "Teal'c, does this look like a staff wound to you?"

"It does not, Captain Carter." Jack envied Teal'c; that guy could walk down the street, and not even bat an eyelid if a piano dropped down right in front of him.

Vala shrugged, "It's from an Ori staff, it-" Daniel jerked at that, clapping his hand over her mouth. She struggled before finally biting him, "Hey! She's trying to treat you. Excuse me for thinking she needed to know."

Daniel shook his head, "Vala, just shut up."

"Why?" An almost childlike defiance was surfacing rapidly.

Daniel, meanwhile, looked like he was losing his cool, "Look at my – his – hair, their ranks, hell, you can sense the symbiote! We can't say anything! Don't you read mission reports? Egypt ring a bell?"

"But…oh…" Realisation seemed to dawn on her. Jack was glad it did for someone, because he was beyond lost.

Sam frowned as she tied the final knot in the makeshift bandage, "What are Ori?"

"Nothing." Daniel murmured. He still hadn't looked at her. He'd looked at himself – now that was a weird thought - more than Carter.

Vala sighed, "For a linguist, you use very few words. He means thank you. And for your information, you haven't met them yet." She grinned as if revelling in the moment, "We're from the future! I've always wanted to say that."

"Vala! Shut up!"

"What? Now they'll ask fewer questions."

"This is too surreal." The younger Daniel next to Jack had finally found his voice.

"But fun. Don't you find this fun?" Vala grinned, apparently taking it all in her stride now that she had got over the initial shock.

"How exactly?" Damn. His Daniel seemed to be freaking out slightly.

"Carter?" Hopefully someone knew what was going on.

"Well, think about it sir, we went back to 1969." She referred to SG-1's last 'mission' before this disaster.

"Then shouldn't we not be talking to them?"

"Our last experience showed that time-travel is possibly predetermined."

"Fish." Everyone looked over at the older Daniel, who smiled weakly, "Trust me, time is way too complicated for that to be the case. That, and I have no memory of ever meeting a future me. And I think I might remember something like this, don't you?"

Vala sat down against the bars, tapping her hands against her legs, "So, what now? When are we, and how did we get here? Oh, and knowing how to get home would be good."

Carter began to launch into a myriad of theories, but Jack was still focused on this new, strange Daniel. There was something about his expression, the way he avoided conversation and eye contact. There was doubt in his whole posture, and Jack could read him like a book. This Daniel was no different from his – he thought he could hide his emotions when in truth they were as plain as day, to Jack at least. There was some part of this Daniel that wasn't sure if he wanted to go home, as if he had nothing to go back to. Jack mentally shook himself. This was stupid; he should be focusing on his team's wellbeing, not these two. Besides, there was no proof that this Daniel was indeed a future version of his. Jack cleared his throat to drown out the little voice that said exactly the contrary, that this was his Daniel, as much as the one sitting next to him, only this one had grown up fast, "How do we know you're who you say you are?"

Vala froze mid-sentence, and it even made Sam catch herself. They had just automatically presumed. The other Daniel quirked a sardonic smile, finally raising his eyes to regard Jack with a startling coolness and clarity, "Because why the hell would a snake ever think of something like this? Why would they think that you would believe us?" He laughed humourlessly, "And even if they did, they sure as hell would not send us."

Jack blinked, for once lacking any snide remarks. Whether this was actually his Daniel or not didn't matter; he damn well looked like him, sounded like him. The thought that Daniel's conscience would ever reach a point where he could coldly point out logical facts of a situation like this made Jack feel slightly ill. Daniel was always meant to stay Daniel, he was meant to keep Jack grounded, not stare back at him with the same haunted, empty eyes that Jack saw in the mirror everyday.

To Be Continued…

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