Daniel lay awake one night with Jack in the next bed, the Archaeologist still not taking his sleeping pills, despite really wanting some sleep. Jack whispered,

"Daniel? Daniel? Are you awake?"

Sighing, Daniel replied, "No Jack, I'm fast asleep."

"Funny… it would've been even funnier if you hadn't reused it from the-whup-Osiris'-ass mission."

Daniel released a shuddering breath, his head resting on his clasped hands as he stared into the darkness above him, illuminated a small amount by the minimal light coming through the window. Jack remarked,

"You should've taken the pills that Carolyn gave you."

"I know… it's just… I want to be able to dream when I eventually sleep."

"Why did you get the pills?"

"Well, you all ganged up on me."

Daniel sighed and asked, "Do you think it'll look bad if I paid a visit to Sam?"

Jack remarked, "Like you give a damn about what others think."

"Well, I'd get busted for misappropriation of the 'gate. I could get away with sending the Tollan with the Nox when I was on SG-1, but now, I could very easily get court martialled."

"I see you've thought about it."

"Yeah…"

Daniel paused and asked, "How did you manage being away from Sara for so long when you were out in Iraq?"

Jack exhaled, and replied, "Oh, that takes me back. It was hard – I'm not gonna sugar-coat it. I missed her so damn much, and it was mostly at the silliest of moments. This guy I was working with… uh, Mallozzi, he rarely shaved, and every time I saw him, I couldn't help but think how Sara would say 'honey, you need a date with a razor'."

Daniel chuckled, remarking, "I take it she likes clean-shaven men?"

"All the men in her life were clean-shaven. Mike… her brothers… me…"

"That's interesting… because sometimes women go for men that aren't like the men they grew up with."

Jack snorted, remarking, "Yeah, like Carter. Come on Dannyboy, you can give the rest of us a run for our money… you're a pretty damn fine soldier… clean-shaven too."

"Jaack."

"Hey, you're the one who spouted a dodgy theory."

"Well, it is true for some women… take Sarah for instance. Her Dad was a Major in the Household Cavalry in the British Army, and she still went out with me, floppy haired as I was."

"You just keep on attracting those military brats."

Daniel sarcastically remarked, "Yeah, like Sha're."

"I'm fluent in Abydonian – Kas'uf was their version of a General."

Daniel rolled his eyes, retorting, "Yeah right."

He then proceeded to murmur something in Abydonian. Jack remarked, not knowing what the Archaeologist had said,

"You kiss Carter with that mouth!?"

"Jaaack! I said 'Tiger, tiger burning bright, in the forest of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?', and what other mouth would I use to kiss my wife?! I may be a Lazarus according to you, but I only have one mouth."

"It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if you had an extra one of anything. So… you gonna take those pills or am I gonna have to get Teal'c?!"

Daniel sighed, asking, "What time is it?"

Jack pushed the 'illumi-glo' button on his civilian watch, and said, "Half two."

"I've got to be there by eight… I'll end up sleeping longer."

"Not if I have anything to do with it… just take one pill instead of two."

Sighing again, Daniel sat up, switching the bedside lamp on and squinting at the sudden influx of light into his retinas. He reached for his pills and took one with a sip of water before switching the light off. He lay back down again, and Jack remarked,

"How strong are those things?"

Daniel replied, growing drowsy, "Pretty… much. 'night Ja…"

Jack smiled in the darkness as he listened to Daniel's breathing evening out, and he whispered, "'night Daniel."