A/N: Thanks to everyone who has been reading this story, and thanks to all those that have reviewed. I love feedback! For all those who have been wondering who Lizzie is and how Daniel and the others know her, your wait is over…partially. Here you go, a flashback!

Chapter 4

Five Months Earlier

Daniel was driving home from a pretty routine day at the SGC. He could even go so far as to say a good day, since he was heading home and it was only four in the afternoon. About five minutes from his house, he drove past one of the rich-end neighborhood homes that had been for sale for quite a while. The sign was gone and a truck labeled Jenkins Construction was parked out front. He could just see that there was work being done behind the house, metal struts sticking up into the air.

Realizing he had slowed to a stop in the middle of the road, Daniel turned away from the house and put his foot on the gas. Just as he did, he heard a loud noise coming from the house. Not construction noise, it sounded like someone's voice. Despite the cold outside, he rolled down his window to hear better, pulling his car over to park by the truck so as not to obstruct traffic again. Leaning over, he looked out the window down the side of the house to the back, where the construction was being done.

"No, no, no! This is all wrong!" A young woman stood in front of what must have been the overseer, waving several sheets of blueprints from her clutched hands. She was dressed strangely for the weather, short-sleeved shirt, loose pants, and no shoes. That was the odd part, no shoes. She was wearing a long scarf wrapped around her neck once, and her wavy hair was down, which was something. Come to think of it, she looked like some hippy or bohemian or something. "Why can't you just read the blueprint and build it, the way it's written!" The woman was ranting at the man, who just stood there, hands on hips, sneering down at her. She threw up her hands, then shoved the blueprints into the man's chest and stormed off toward the front of the house…right towards Daniel!

Trying to decide whether he should speed off before she noticed he had been watching, or come out and ask what was wrong, Daniel wasted the few moments he had for decision making. Upon reaching the front of the house, the young woman saw his car parked next to the construction truck, noticing the rolled down window. She approached the car.

"Excuse me?" She said, leaning down to look through the passenger window. Now that she wasn't yelling, Daniel noticed she had a British accent. "Hello? If you were looking to buy the house, it's already been sold…to me. So if that's all, would you mind driving off?" She said, still a little tetchy from her argument with the overseer.

Speechless for a moment, Daniel just stared at the woman, who stared back. Finally, he cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything. I was just driving by and I heard shouting, so I stopped to see if everything was okay." Rubbing the back of his neck, Daniel gave her a sheepish grin. "But now that I know everything's fine, I'll just drive off, like you said." He turned back toward the front of the car, and began rolling the window up.

"Wait! I'm sorry; I'm just a bit upset right now. Please," She put her hand on the top of the window, making Daniel stop. "I'm Lizzie Hayle." She reached her hand into the car to shake his. "Pleased to meet you." She smiled encouragingly.

Daniel took her hand and shook. "Daniel Jackson." She nodded in reply and brought her arm back out of the car.

"Do you live around here?" She asked. "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but it would be nice to know someone." She quickly added.

"Oh, no, no. It's fine." Daniel waved his hands in a calming gesture. "Yes, I do live around here. I'm about five minutes," He pointed down the road he'd been driving. "That way."

"Oh, a real neighborhood person!" Lizzie said with a smile. "Would you like to be the first to welcome me to the neighborhood?" She pointed behind her towards the front door without turning around. "I actually have most of my unpacking done, if you'd like a drink or something." Seeing Daniel's mildly panicked look, she stepped back, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry! You don't have to come in if you don't want. You must have somewhere…or someone…to go to, I won't keep you." She turned around and hurried to the front door.

"Wait!" What was he getting himself into… "It's okay, I'm in no hurry." Daniel stepped out of the car, locking it, and walked around toward the walk leading up to the front door.

Lizzie Hayle had opened the door and was just stepping through, but she stopped when he called her, turning around. "If you really don't mind…" She said, a questioning look on her face. Daniel shook his head with a smile. "Well, then…come on in!" She stepped through the door, holding it open for Daniel. He came in after her and stepped into a hallway. She closed the door behind them. "Welcome to my new home!" She said to him, spreading her arms.

"And…welcome to the neighborhood!" Daniel said, copying her sweeping gesture. They both laughed. He looked left and right, following the hallway down both directions. Noticing his looks, Lizzie stepped around him away from the door.

"Would you like a tour?" She asked, pointing to the left and right. Daniel nodded good-naturedly. "Which way first?" She asked.

"Uh, well if it's the grand tour…" Daniel said, walking toward a door across from the front door. "What's in here?"

"Oh, that! Well you're right, if it's the grand tour, we should start here." Lizzie smiled and walked over, opening the door. "It's only a closet, so things will get immensely better from here!" She said with a chuckle as Daniel stared embarrassedly into a closet full of brooms, mops, coats, cleaning supplies, the whole works.

"Heh, okay well lets see if this is better." Daniel said, moving down the hallway to the right and grabbing the handle of a door next to the closet. "Do you mind?" He asked. Lizzie shook her head. Opening the door, he looked into an L-shaped room with a sink and a toilet, barely being able to see the bathtub beyond the curve of the L.

Lizzie smiled at him as they both spoke simultaneously. "A bathroom." She laughed. "I told you it would get better as we went along." She motioned further down the hallway to the right. "Let's keep going." Moving to the next door at the end of the corridor, she opened it. "This is the guest bedroom; it's where I'm keeping most of my unpacked boxes right now, though."

Daniel glanced in to see a medium sized room with a bed prominently in the center, piled with boxes and boxes, filling the room. "Bit of a pack-rat?" He asked.

"I only just moved in, give me time to settle!" Lizzie said with mock indignity. Turning around to face the front of the house, she walked up to another door parallel to the guest bedroom. She opened the door and let Daniel walk in with her. "This is the master bedroom." Stepping out of the small alcove made by the shape of the room and moving into the major area, Lizzie gestured one-handed. "Nice place, bit large for one person, but I'll manage."

Looking past her, Daniel noticed a set of glass doors on the back end of the room. "Where do those go?" He asked. "If you don't mind my asking." He added.

"Oh, not at all." Lizzie moved over, past the bed and opened the glass doors. "This is the back patio." They both stepped out onto the stone-paved patio. "And over there, if they ever get finished, will be my greenhouse." She pointed to the left, where a rudimentary shape of a rectangular building could be seen marked out by metal struts.

"Greenhouse?" Daniel asked, intrigued.

"Yes, I run an exotic plants nursery. The plants are going to be shipped over in two weeks, so this greenhouse had better be ready in time." She shivered and rubbed her arms. "They'd never survive if they got here before the greenhouse was up."

"Cold?" Daniel asked with concern and a touch of humor. Lizzie turned to him with a bit of surprise.

"I'm not used to it being this cold." She said. She rubbed her arms again.

Daniel took off his coat and held it out to her. She shook her head and started walking back inside. "Not used to the cold? Where are you from?" Daniel asked as he followed her back in.

"California." Lizzie said, turning her head to him as they both came back into the master bedroom.

Daniel was surprised. "California…but I thought." He paused, Lizzie looking at him with a smug smile. "You mean you've just moved from California." He said, the truth dawning on him.

"Yes, I've lived there for several years." She smiled. "But I was originally from Wales, my parents still live there." Lifting up her arms in an exaggerated shrug, she said. "Hence, the accent."

"Ahh, I think I get it now." He walked back over to the door onto the hallway. "Shall we continue?" He asked, pointing out the door.

"Yes, let's." Lizzie said, moving around him and leading past the front door and over to the left side of the house. Reaching the end, they were both staring at a strange looking doorway. Instead of your usual end to a hallway, this end had a wall in the middle of it, so that standing there you could see into the two rooms that the wall separated at the left end of the house. "This on the right is the living room." Lizzie let Daniel pop his head in to take a look. "And here on the left is the kitchen." She walked in and Daniel followed.

"Odd setup over here." Daniel commented, referring to the strange split doorway.

"Yes, I still have no idea why it was set up this way, but I like it." She walked into the center of the kitchen and turned around to face Daniel. "Come here." She said, waving him over. He approached and turned around to face the direction she was facing. And saw a doorway next to the strange one into the hallway on the right-hand side. "This," Lizzie said, walking through the doorway. "Is the dining room. Sort of hidden, isn't it?" She asked with a smile.

"That's for sure." Daniel said, taking a look at the small dining room.

"And that's it!" Lizzie said with a flourish. "What do you think?" She looked over at him eagerly.

"This is an awfully large, and well, expensive house for someone like you, isn't it?" Daniel asked, only realizing how rude it was after the words had left his mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"No, it's all right. Perfectly understandable, really." She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, motioning for Daniel to sit across from her. "My family has been in the exotic plant raising business for quite a while, and we have some pretty exclusive customers. So, of course, that pays pretty well. And also, I'm a private yoga/meditation instructor." She smiled modestly over at Daniel.

"Really?" He asked with surprise. "That's interesting. I have a friend that is really into meditation, I've tried it myself a few times."

"Good for you! Maybe your friend would like to stop by one of my sessions sometime. But not yet, I don't have them scheduled out. Just got here and all!" Lizzie said with a laugh.

"Not sure…" Daniel said reluctantly. "But I'd be glad to tell him about it." He checked his watch, it was almost six. "But I should really get going, nice to meet you!" He got up, and started walking toward the front door. Lizzie followed.

"Nice to meet you too, Daniel Jackson. Hope to see you around." She smiled as she opened the door to let him out. She waved as he walked down the sidewalk to his car. He turned around right before getting to his car.

"Oh, and good luck with the greenhouse! Hope it gets done in time!" He called over to Lizzie, before crossing in front of the car and getting in.

"Thank you, and so do I!" Lizzie called back as Daniel drove off down the street, heading home at last.

A/N: I know, pretty mundane chapter, but I had a pretty vivid picture of what her house looked like, and what better way to share it with you than have her give him a house tour. A few questions answered, a few new questions to ask, I hope. Next chapter may or may not continue the flashback, still not sure. Hope you enjoyed reading it, and please review!