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"My beloved, come to me. You will rule by my side, we will be unstoppable." The silky two-toned voice of the goddess… No Goa'uld Daniel thought forcefully… said. Daniel could feel her fingers. They were sliding down the side of his face. He shivered under their cold touch. They worked their way down, down, down. He stood completely still unable to move. He was shocked.

Don't let this happen, I don't want it. Let me go! God! LET ME GO! Daniel screamed in his head, but it didn't help. She couldn't hear him. His voice was gone. So were his pants. Then she was on him... The bed... it felt soft…She was kissing him, her hands everywhere.

I don't want this… I don't want this… Sha're, forgive me! I can't stop her! Please someone help me… NO don't come! Don't see this… God! This isn't fair! What did I do to deserve this? You already took Sha're from me!

Daniel focused on anything except the woman seducing him. He couldn't bear to face this. It couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was all too real.

"Daniel!"

Help me! No! Don't come in! I don't want you to see this!

"Daniel!"

No! Jack I can't let you see me like this! I'm sorry! It's not fair!

"Damnit, Daniel! Wake up! It's a nightmare!"

Daniel shook himself awake. He realized he was in Jack's spare room, not the VIP room at the SGC. Jack was next to him on the bed, shaking him.

Daniel shivered out of is touch.

Jack stopped, an awkward feeling coming over him. "I, uh, just heard you from my room and came to see if you were okay."

Daniel put his hand to his face. You're cracking. Just like Nick. Tears started to come again. I can't get over this. I just can't. It's too big.

"You don't have to go through this alone, you know. We are all here to help you," Jack said, as if he had heard Daniel's thoughts. "You want to talk about it?"

Daniel started to shake his head, out of habit, but he choked up. He couldn't. But he wanted to.

Jack saw the hesitation. "Come on. Tell me," he said gently.

Daniel finally broke down. "I was in the VIP room, with… Her. It was just replaying the whole event in my head! I couldn't stop her. I asked Sha're to forgive me. Jack, it isn't fair! What did I do to deserve this?"

Jack pulled him into a loose hug. "You didn't do anything. No one deserves that. Shhh, shhh." He soothed the younger man. "It's over now. You have all of the SGC to watch over you." Daniel noticeably tensed at those words.

"Daniel?" Jack said, pulling back from his hug to look at the archeologist.

Daniel didn't look at him.

"Daniel," he repeated again, sterner but just by a little bit this time.

"What?" he asked with attempted innocence through the tears.

"Never mind. We will talk in the morning. You go back to sleep and think about chocolate cake and lots of coffee, okay?" Apparently the innocence had worked. Daniel didn't want Jack to get involved with one incidence of bullying. It wasn't a big deal. Daniel nodded at Jack's dream suggestions. If only it was that easy. Jack got up to leave. "If you need anything, just want to talk, what ever, wake me up. I don't care what time it is, I'll listen." Daniel pulled himself back under the covers of the bed, not answering to Jack's request/plea.

Jack watched Daniel shrink back under the sheets. He was pulling away again. He had given Jack a little opening, spilled a little bit out, then shut up again. Jack sighed. This is not easy. In fact, it's damn frustrating! No matter how he tried, Daniel wasn't opening up. I need to hit something right now. Hard. A good pummel. If only Hathor was here now, I would certainly feel a whole Hell of a lot better. Jack thought, smiling grimly at the thought of beating the fake goddess up. Why Daniel? His naïve innocence will never come back now.

Jack laid back in his bed, listening to his friend toss and turn in the room next door. He knew Daniel would wake up again in the night from the same nightmares. He hadn't slept a full night through since Jack had been watching him. But then, neither had Jack.

Jack got up with the sun the following morning. He filled the coffee pot with water and ground coffee beans and fired up the stove. He was going to make eggs and toast. Daniel crept out of bed, looking oddly like an owl with his eyes wide and blinking. "Morning, camper! Thought I'd make us some eggs and toast. Coffee is in the pot," he jabbed his thumb towards the machine.

Daniel just shuffled over to the pot grabbed a mug from a cupboard to fill up. "So, how do you like you're eggs, Danny?"

Daniel shook his head.

"Sorry. You have to eat. Doc's orders. I'll make you some scrambled eggs." In reality, those were the only eggs that Jack could make near perfect. Sunnyside up, poached, fried, he couldn't do so well. Not that Daniel needed to know that. Daniel sat down in a chair at the table, head in hands. He looked tired.

Jack felt a pang of worry inside him. He didn't like seeing his friend so wrung out.

He turned back to his duty to hide his worried expression.

The eggs were done quickly enough, and Jack laid them in front of Daniel. "Eat up."Daniel pulled his hands from his face. He looked at the eggs with distaste. "Aw, come on, they're not that bad."

Daniel played with them with his work for a bit before finally putting a piece in his mouth.

Jack sighed. He felt like a mother right now. "You have to clear at least half your plate before I let you leave the table," he said in his best attempt at a mother hen voice.

Daniel gave him a weak smile and took another bite.

Jack just watched Daniel. He'd eaten before Daniel had even gotten up.

"So, about last night…" Jack started.

Daniel's smile faded. Pain seemed to come back to the tired eyes at the memory.

"Hey! Don't you close up on me now." Jack warned.

Daniel swallowed his bite. He sighed, the air rushed out noisily, as though his throat was tight. He didn't seem to know where to start, so Jack helped him. "Why did you run off into the woods that one night." He didn't need to specify which night. They both knew.

"I don't know. I had wandered around… just thinking for a little while. I ended up back at my house and saw you pull up. I knew I couldn't stay or you'd see me, so I ran. I didn't think, I just ran. I ended up in the woods. I remember falling. I twisted my knee." He looked down at his leg as if to see if it was still there. "Janet must have taken care of it." He paused, lost in thought it seemed. His eyes looked wet. Then he looked at Jack, the little bit of color on his face draining. "Her picture! Jack, where's her picture?" He put his hands over his face. Jack knew he was crying. It had become like a sixth sense for Jack now. He didn't need to know who she was. He could guess. There was only one woman that Daniel would carry a picture of around. Sha're.

"I'm sure it will turn up," Jack said soothingly.

"No! You don't understand," Daniel said through his hands. "I took the picture with me. I dropped it when I fell. I got my phone out to try and find her. I found her then. That's when I started to get scared and called you. I'm such a coward! I can't even kill myself without becoming afraid." Daniel broke down, dissolving completely into tears.

"Then isn't her picture in your clothes?" Jack ignored the self-hate and tried to help Daniel with the problem he could possible solve right then and there.

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her beautiful face since I… I…" he didn't finish. Jack could guess. Since he tried to kill himself. Jack still had the constant reminder of the bandages on Daniel's arms. Note to self: ask Doc when those should be taken off. Certainly Daniel doesn't need them anymore. The bandages bothered him. They reminded him of how close Daniel had come to succeeding. And how close Jack had come to loosing him.

"Well, what are we waiting for? I will call Carter and Teal'c to see if either of them have seen your picture of Sha're. If they haven't, then we go searching in the woods."

Sha're might just be able to help Daniel heal a little. If we can't find it, I'll get Sam to make another copy of it. She must still have the original photo she enlarged to get that final image.

After fifteen minutes, Jack had called the SGC to find that the good doctor had it with some of Daniel's clothes. "I hadn't thought about it since his clothes were ruined. The picture took a little damage in the incident," Janet told Jack. Jack nodded, then realized she couldn't see him. "Will you ask Sam to find the picture and print off a new one?"

"Sure. Anything else? How's Daniel?"

"Daniel is starting to open up. He's still very closed off. I still don't know. Hammond wants me to have a decision by the end of the week on whether Daniel will be able to come back or not. There are times where I think he is going to be all right, and then he breaks down again. Is there anything you can give him to help him sleep through the night? He's having reoccurring nightmares."

"Yeah, I can prescribe a light sedative. It should help him get through the night. Stop by the infirmary when you come so I can give Daniel a check up." Janet sounded worried.

"What aren't you telling me?" Jack asked, quiet to avoid getting Daniel's attention, but firm.

Janet sounded surprised. "What do you mean?"

"You sound worried." Jack felt foolish saying that.

"I… I just can't help but feel it was partially my fault. If I hadn't let Daniel go home, none of this would have happened." Janet's voice seemed quieter.

"Seems like you're not the only one playing the blame game. Don't beat yourself up, Doc. There's only one person to blame for all this, and she would be lucky to never come across us again." Jack could swear Janet was smiling at that moment.

"Thanks, colonel. Remember, no work allowed, just a quick stop."

"Yes ma'am." Jack grinned.

He hung up the phone. He could understand why Dr. Fraiser blamed herself, just like Jack blamed himself. Spending time blaming yourself pulls you away from spending time helping Daniel get better, a little voice reminded Jack deep inside his head.

Jack walked towards the door. He knew Daniel was already outside waiting for him. Jack went outside to see the younger man sitting inside the car, in the passenger seat, staring absently out the window. Jack walked quickly, not jogging because his knees hurt in the cool weather the rain brought on, to the car.

Daniel looked a little anxious, but otherwise vacant. Jack hopped in the truck and started her up. She revved to life and soon they were on their way to the SGC.

Sam waited patiently for Jack and Daniel to arrive. She had decided the infirmary was the best place to wait because she knew that the two would come here. Plus Janet was here and Sam had become good friends with the petite doctor.

Sam glanced down at the picture. It was a beautiful picture. What a beautiful woman. Daniel was really lucky to get her. Or I guess she was really lucky to get someone like Daniel.

At that moment the two men walked in. Jack led, Daniel followed.

Daniel looked better than the last time she'd seen him. He had more color in his face and he didn't look quite as hollow. His eyes still had an otherworldly look to them.

She looked back at the photo then stepped forward to hand it to Daniel. Daniel's eyes landed on it, and seemed to be pulled back to earth. He gave her a weak smile. It was all the thanks Sam needed.

Janet came up then and pulled Daniel away. Daniel glanced back at Jack, as though wanting the other man to wait there for him.

Jack saw the look and waited. Sam raised an eyebrow. Jack shrugged his shoulders. "How's things at the base?" Jack asked politely.

"Fine," Sam said, "We have some knew artifacts here we've been working on. Daniel would probably like to take a look…" Jack cut her off.

"We're not staying."

"I can look after Daniel a while so he can catch up on work," Sam offered.

"No, Doc's orders. No work." Jack smiled, rocking back on his heels. He loved it when Carter got that expression on her face.

"Oh." She said after a moment.

"Tell you what. You come over… say sixish tonight, and bring Teal'c. Pick up some movies. We'll make up for that movie night last week that didn't quite work out. I'll provide beer and pizza."

Sam smiled. "I'd like that."

Janet came back with Daniel. "He's doing fine. We took off the bandages, seeing that he's healing all right."

Sam saw the picture clutched in Daniel's hands. Jack saw the angry scars running up Daniels lower arms. Maybe bandages were better.