A/N- Okay, sorry for the long wait. I was working on finishing a couple of my fics for December, which I did finish--go me! However, now I'm back and posting on this one! Well, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3- Purpose

Daniel came around the corner and into his office at a run. He stopped abruptly though when he noticed that Illyria was merely staring at the many artifacts held within. Breathing heavily, the good doctor shook his head. Illyria had left the Debriefing Room quite swiftly--throwing the armed guards placed to block her exit aside easily--after hearing that neither Hammond nor SG-1 had never heard of the two people she had mentioned.

"Illyria, please, would you stop running around like this? We weren't finished," Daniel said, getting to be a little agitated.

She turned, her blue-brown hair fanning out slightly around her.

"I depart when I am ready to do so. However…you are correct. We were not finished with our discussion. I only left because I became…" she paused in her words, her head cocked to one side.

Daniel stared at her. It seemed as if she was searching for a word, a word that she was not entirely familiar with.

"You became what, Illyria?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

She stared at him, no emotion displayed on her face. "I am not used to experiencing human emotions. When I was in my glory, I had no need of them. It takes time for me to name what I am…feeling."

"Oh," Daniel said, fascinated. The closest he had ever gotten to emotionally-devoid beings were the Asgard, but even they proved to have emotions in the long run. However, this one seemed to be genuinely devoid of emotion, naturally. "Have you identified it yet?"

"I believe I became…concerned, worried. Wesley identified this emotion for me before he died," she answered.

Wesley. A new name to add to a small list that Illyria had given the SGC. All of which still remained a mystery to them.

"This Wesley, he's dead?" Daniel asked, sitting.

He motioned for her to sit across from him, hoping to open up a dialogue. Although Illyria did not take the seat offered, she did continue to share with him.

"Yes. He was my guide to this world. He had been in love with the shell--Fred. He died in my arms. I then turned to destroy his destroyer," she said, looking away.

"He was in love with a shell named Fred? I don't understand," Daniel said, grabbing a notebook, flipping it open, and beginning to take notes.

"Yes. Winifred Burkle. She was the previous occupant of the shell I am now contained within. This…body," Illyria said, motioning to herself.

The archaeologist eyed the blue-hued woman closely. With every word, she was sounding more and more like a Goa'uld. He scribbled down her statement quickly. She smirked at him.

"You are a scholar. Wesley was also a scholar. He took many notes on me as well."

"Then it doesn't make you nervous that I'm doing this?"

"I care not for such insignificant actions."

"O…K," Daniel muttered. Clearing his throat and raising his voice back to its normal volume, he asked, "How did you come possess this woman?"

"She came in contact with my essence, contained in my tomb."

"A parasite?"

"I was not exactly corporeal. I was bound by ancient magic."

"Really? Continue, please."

Illyria sighed, looking around the room. "This world is tiresome for me. And these questions are becoming tedious."

"Please, Illyria, I only wish to learn about you…where you come from, what race you are, anything."

"You are delaying me from my purpose. I understand it now," she said, looking now out the doorway, her eyes wide.

"I don't mean to. What purpose?"

"I must find Angel and Spike. I do not believe them to be dead," she said.

Daniel stood, in case she tried to leave. Of course, from experience, he knew he couldn't stop her from doing so if she really wanted to.

"Who are these two that you keep mentioning? Are they your friends? Would they still be here on Earth?" he asked.

"They are my allies. Yes, my friends. Of course they would still be here, unless they had passed on during our great battle, like Gunn did," she said. She moved to leave the room but stopped, staring at Daniel. Suddenly, she smirked again. "You will help me find them."

"What?"

End Notes- I feel like Daniel's last line here was a perfect stopping point for this chapter. Well, I hope that this chapter was okay. Please review and let me know!

Additional Note made April 15, 2009: This story has not been abandoned. However, it is one of many in the works. If anyone out there has an interest in me making this story one of the older ones I finish up first, please go and vote on the poll on my profile. I have other stories there to choose from as well. Thanks!