"That's all he said?" Dr. Keller asked. She hadn't made any progress on trying to figure out what would cure Todd. She had to know for certain this time, especially since she knew it really was possible to fix his condition. She swore Todd was being unhelpful on purpose. Otherwise it was her fault she wasn't smart enough to figure this out.

"I don't think he's being clueless on purpose," Daniel said. "He just said he ate a bunch of bugs and got better. I'd panic if I were in his shoes; I don't think I'd be taking notes in case it happened again."

Dr. Keller sighed. So far Todd had eaten a pen; clothes; a blanket; most of the crayons; part of the coloring book; a shoelace; and according to what he'd thrown up recently, a powerbar. "Where'd he even get a powerbar?" she mumbled.

"Uh… I gave him that," Daniel said. "I figured that he could at least try eating real food if he was going to chew on things. Didn't like it, did he?"

"Well, he seems to have digested the protein from it, but that's mostly it," Dr. Keller said. "Just protein and anything that seems close to keratin. I'm surprised he's not chewing on his own nails."

"Keratin?" Daniel asked. Most languages he'd studied hadn't written much on biology and he had no opportunities to study the documents that had mentioned it.

"Stuff that makes up fingernails and hair," Dr. Keller said. "If he had any sort of exoskeleton, this might make sense."

"Why?" Daniel asked. His knowledge of wraith anatomy could be fit on a post-it in big letters.

"Well, wraith are part bug, so—" Dr. Keller stopped immediately, suddenly realizing what she was saying.

"Just to check, that was things getting better, right?" Daniel asked. Everyone was bugging him today, desperate for his help. Sadly, he had to start where he was the least helpful.

"Well, I really don't think it'll hurt him," Dr. Keller said. "The problem is how to get what he needs."

"Well, I don't know anything about this kind of thing, so I should probably get going," Daniel said.

"Actually, you could help with some weird foods; it's a place to start."

…..

"So Todd thinks you're an ass," Rodney said. Why did everyone have to bug him with wraith problems? "Since when did you care what he thought about you, unless it was the equivalent of a hamburger?"

"I dunno," John said. He hated it when people pointed out his answers sucked. "I just did this time. He wasn't doing anything."

"He's always doing something," Rodney said causally. "He's Todd, he can't not do something. He already got himself a room."

"Not much of a scheme just to be locked up somewhere bigger and with a shower," John commented.

"He'll think of something," Rodney said. "I'm pretty sure whatever scheme it is won't be because he thinks you're a jerk."

"You're a lot of help," John said sarcastically.

"So I'm the expert on wraith relationships now?" Rodney complained.

"Well, you know more about how to talk to them than Teyla or Ronon," John said.

"I don't think there's enough difference between panicking and having someone else shoot them and just shooting them," Rodney said.

"You've done other stuff," John said.

"And then someone shot them," Rodney said. "Or blew them up. I know he's amazingly annoying, but ask Daniel. The only other person who's ever been nice to a wraith gave Todd cancer… which ended up with shooting and blowing them up, so it's not much difference technically."

"You need to stop teaching your girlfriend things like that," John said as he left.

…

"Yes, Todd is being weird," Daniel said, not looking up from his book. "I can handle it John."

"How did—" John started.

"You're the only person who'd interrupt me," Daniel said.

"Okay, now you're just being creepy," John said.

"No, I'd say what he's asking for is creepy," Daniel said, slamming his book closed. "That and how well he knows me already."

"So what'd you tell him?" John said. For being ten thousand years old, Todd had yet to learn how to make friends.

"I told him I'd ask you," Daniel said, getting up and looking through his books.

Great. Why was all of this about him and not Todd? "What's he want?"

"Well, he doesn't want to be sick anymore," Daniel said. "Then he wants us to go poking at something in the Pegasus Galaxy. Sounds like a usual request from someone in his position. "The weird thing is what he described isn't in any of the Ancient records."

"If he's lying, just ignore him; he can't do anything," John said.

"I don't think he is," Daniel said. "The dates match up with the Ancients leaving and the culture he spoke of showing up on Earth. It would explain why the culture's development seemed almost spontaneous."

"He probably just read it somewhere," John said. "I really doubt he doesn't know English."

"If he could read, he'd have learned for the coloring book what a clown was and you'd never heard the end of it," Daniel said.

"That actually sounds a lot creepier than what you're talking about so far," John said.

"I never told him the dates of any of the Nahua civilizations—just that they were wiped out on Earth. One of those cultures had one of the most dangerous pieces of Ancient technology we've ever found, and yet what Todd mentions is a lot more like them than anything I've seen in SG-1."

"Are you sure?" John asked. "I mean you guys found everything; the best we found was some sort of T-rex."

"Cipactli," Daniel said.

"Gesundheit," John replied.

"No, I'm saying there was a monster that became the earth in Nahua legend and that it probably came from a monster like that," Daniel explained. "Todd mentioned it as the name of a planet and pronounced it perfectly; he wants to go there. He said there were wraith as well as human on the planet."

"Okay, it's starting to get kind of creepy," John admitted.

"Not even close," Daniel said. "He said the humans call the wraith there Teotl, but they call them selves Titlacauan. The first is… it's not really a God, but it's an aspect of nature that needs to be fed or placated. The other means 'We are slaves.'"

"Yeah, I'd say it's pretty creepy anyone wants to go there," John said. "What'd you tell him?"

"I told him I'd have to ask you," Daniel said. "Sorry about all that, what did you want?"