Author's Notes: Happy Birthday To Me!

Short chapter since it's my birthday so I thought I'd give you all a little present. Hope that's cool. LOL.

Birthday cake for all those review :p

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Teal'c sat in between Daniel and Sam's beds. He looked at all three of his friends worriedly. It had been five days since he had awoken from the powerful dream and his friends had not yet stirred.

Dr. Fraiser assured him that they were all healthy and comfortable, but still he was concerned. He knew if he had been knocked out for almost five days the pollen of the flower was powerful.

He had never before experienced a dream. It shook him to his core that he had also been effected by the plant. He struggled to get the images out of his head. While being pleasant images and made him believe in the fight anew, it disturbed him at how real it seemed.

The dream had manifested from his thoughts. It was what he wanted more than anything else in the universe. To be free from the Goa'uld. For his people to be free. For Ry'ac to be proud of him and be by his side.

He wondered what his friends were dreaming about. He hadn't failed to notice two of his friends holding hands. Or that since he had awoken, they had moved closer together.

He looked over to his military minded friends. Jack was lying on his side facing Sam with his free hand stretching out towards her. Sam and angled her body so she was facing her CO. His hand was tightly in her grasp. A small smile graced her features.

He had thought O'Neill had been trying to stir a few times. He had heard him grumble and say a few words in his sleep, but nothing more. As soon as he began to stir, he quietened again.

Daniels silence worried him. He knew the man snored more often than not, but Teal'c had yet to hear him make a sound. He also knew he tended to move a lot in his sleep but he remained eerily still.

Teal'c turned to face the young archaeologist again. He sighed heavily. He wondered what his friends were really dreaming about.

He had his suspicions on what images filled their minds.

He thought of Daniel dreaming of Sha're, the wife who was cruelly snatched from his life. He knew the young doctor still missed her terribly. He had seen him gaze at the photo of her he kept in his lab. He wished he hadn't had to shoot the woman to save his friend. But he knew the past could not be erased and that his friend did not feel any anger or resentment towards him.

He knew of his other friends feelings towards the other. He had witnessed the za'tarc testing. He had known long before then but had said nothing to anyone.

He knew, of course, of the two alternate realities where they had been romantically involved. He longed for the day his friends could find that happiness together.

He knew of the child O'Neill had lost but hoped that when he and Major Carter got together they would have a child. He vowed to protect their child with his life.

He looked towards his feet. He contemplated kel'no'reem. He was just about to close his eyes when he saw Daniels fingers twitch.

He focussed his full attention on the younger man. His brow began to crease as his fingers began flexing.

"Doctor Fraiser!" Teal'c called.

The small doctor quickly made her way over to her patient and gave a large sigh of relief. He was finally waking up. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled as he opened his eyes.

"Janet?" he croaked out in a confused voice.

"Its okay Daniel. You're home safe and sound."

"Sha're..." he trailed off as he blinked repeatedly.

"Daniel?" Janet asked, concerned, as she looked over to Teal'c silently asking him to contact the General.

"Sha're... where is she?"

"Daniel, you've been asleep for nearly ten days. I'm sorry, Sha're isn't here."

"But..."

"Just concentrate on waking up properly and we'll discuss a few things. Teal'c woke up five days ago. He'll help you sort things out. Won't you Teal'c?"

"Indeed."

Daniel looked at his friends with confused eyes. He knew he was about to get one hell of a headache.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Sam lay down on the bed she shared with her husband at home. They had gotten back from Minnesota that morning and she was exhausted. George had been put to bed a few hours before.

She heard Jack moving around the house as he removed a load of laundry from the machine. The final load. She let out a sigh of relief. She'd have a lot of housework to do the following day - mainly sorting out all of George's clothes and hanging the laundry on the line outside.

It still amazed her that someone so small could go through so many clothes. She breathed a laugh. She was about to have two small people clogging up the washing machine with laundry.

Not that she minded. She was very much looking forward to being a mother of two. She laughed as Jack walked into the room.

"What?" he smiled at her as he took his t-shirt off.

"When did we get so domesticated?" she asked.

"I have no idea," he laughed as he lay down beside her on the bed. "But I love every minute of it."

"Me too," she smiled before stroking his face with her hand.

He closed the distance between their lips and kissed her slowly.

"You need to stop wearing drugged lipstick," he grinned against her mouth before deepening the kiss and pulling her tight against him.

"I'm not wearing lipstick," she replied as she tried to control her breathing.

"Not after that kiss anyway," he smirked. "Get some sleep, you look exhausted." Jack brushed his wife's hair away from her face and behind her ears before kissing her nose.

"Love you," she said softly before closing her eyes, instantly falling asleep.

"I love you too baby," he whispered as he watched her sleep peacefully.