All right, here's another nice long chapter! I figured I'd better give you guys a good one, because Sunday I'm leaving for church summer camp and will be gone until next sunday, so it will probably be a couple weeks before I update again. Sorry! But anyway, please enjoy this chapter and please review quickly soI can see them before I leave! Have a great week!

Chapter 25

No. I will not allow any more of this, Sha're thought vehemently. She has hurt him enough! I can not stand by and let her start it all again! I will be the one to greet my husband when he wakes!

She was through crying, through feeling helpless. She gathered her strength, thin though it was from the torment Amaunet had put her through in the last two days because of her rebellion. But that also meant that the Goa'uld was weak from delivering it. She was more easily overcome. She had done it before. She had to do it now, had to get Daniel out of here before Amaunet could cause him further harm. Sha're fought with everything she had and suddenly…

She had won.

Sha're blinked a few times, turned, to be sure that she really had control. She did. She was using her own body again, and it felt good. But how long did she have?

Behind her, a scraping sound caused her to whirl to face the sarcophagus as she realized that it opening. After a moment it had opened enough for her to peer inside, and her heart leaped when she saw her husband's chest moving steadily up and down, breathing once again. Another few seconds and the sarcophagus ceased its motion.

Danny's eyes opened slowly amidst a soft moan. Sha're took a step back before they could spot her, not wanting to startle him immediately and to give him room to get out.

Jackson's utter surprise that he was alive was overlapped by another groan when he saw where he lay. Sarcophagus again…A sudden streak of panic ran through him. That's three times. Three. How long did it take for me to get addicted? I'm sure it was more than that, but-.

Quickly he searched his mind for any thoughts out of the ordinary. Not that he would recognize them as strange if there were any, because he would be addicted...Gulping, he looked down at his hands. Not shaking. That was a good sign, anyway. Besides, he suddenly realized: if he really were addicted to the sarcophagus, he feel fine--more than fine, perfect--but he didn't. The wounds were, for the most part, gone, but his body still ached--all of it. Though most of it was centered around his middle.

Satisfied, at least, that he was mentally intact, Danny reached up, snagged one of the edges of the sarcophagus, and carefully pulled himself into a sitting position. Immediately he leaned on the edge, breathing heavily and burying his head in his arms. Wow. That had taken a bit more energy than he'd thought it would. Was something wrong with the piece of Goa'uld technology?

"Dan'iel?"

Daniel didn't know how long he had been here. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. He'd had nothing better to do than sit. Finally he'd ventured behind the counter, and smiled when he saw a fresh pot of coffee. Wow. This Oma didn't even know him very well yet, but she'd figured that one out. She really was something.

A few seconds of looking around brought his eyes down on a tray of mugs under the counter, and he took one and poured himself some of the coffee. Then, crossing back to where he'd been before, he settled back onto the bench with his prize. Well, if one was going to be stuck in some whacked dimension for a while, leaving good coffee for him to enjoy was the least that could be done. Though it'd be nice if he had someone to talk to. Not that any of the other ascended beings would speak to him if they were here. They hadn't last time.

Sighing, Daniel took a sip of the coffee, found that it was, in fact, pretty good, and started taking bigger gulps. Okay, so this wasn't turning out to be too terribly bad. Now if he could just figure out what the heck Oma had been talking about before she'd disappeared on him…

As if on cue, there was flash of light, and she was there again, sitting across from him. Daniel jumped in surprise, almost spilling the coffee. Setting the mug down on the table, he stared across it at her.

"Oma! Thank goodness. Can you tell me what's going on here?"

Oma Desala shook her head. "I cannot, but you will understand in a moment, Daniel." She reached across the table and placed a hand over his. He looked down at it in confusion and then back up at her face.

"What…?"

"Now go," she said.

And everything vanished.

"Dan'iel?"

Danny looked up in surprise at the sound of his wife's voice, and saw her standing there, waiting for him…

"Sha're?" he asked in disbelief, sitting up.

She nodded quickly. "It is me, Dan'iel, but I do not know for how long…"

Before she could go any further, Danny had jumped from the sarcophagus, ignoring the exhaustion and pain, taken her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. At first she stiffened, surprised, but soon wrapped her arms around him as well and returned the kiss. A moment later she pulled back and looked up into his eyes, which were now filled with tears behind his glasses.

"Dan'iel, I'm sorry I let this happen-"

"No," Danny interrupted her, bringing a finger to her lips. He smiled softly and pulled her to him. "How many times do I have to tell you that none of this is your fault? Sha're, I love you so much. I'm just glad you're here right now."

"I love you too, Dan'iel," she said softly. "But…we must get you out of here while we can…"

She was interrupted by a pained groan from nearby. Danny frowned and took Sha're's hand as the two of them moved toward the source of the sound, and found themselves walking around the sarcophagus to the other side of it. There floor there had been out of there sight before, and what they saw there now was very startling indeed.

"What…?" Sha're said in confusion.

Danny's eye opened in surprise. "Oops. That's right; I exist again, don't I? Which means my future self would again…"

It was Daniel--missing glasses, broken ribs, rumpled black BDUs and all, just as he had been before disappearing. Except now he was curled on his side, obviously in a fair amount of pain. Duh.

"Uh oh," Danny said, kneeling beside him. "Hey…you okay?"

"No, I'm…not…okay," Daniel gasped, scowling. "Gosh, one…minute I'm…drinking coffee…and the next I'm…back here…geez…ah!"

"What?" his younger self asked in confusion.

Daniel shook his head. "N-Never mind…Uhhhhh…"

Danny glanced up and looked from Sha're's worried face to the sarcophagus, and back to Sha're. "We have to get him in there…"

"No!" Daniel yelped. "I don't…want to…use that thing."

Danny frowned. "Look, if Amaunet hadn't had me revived again, neither of us would be here, and if Sha're hadn't managed to get control again, she'd probably be finishing you off for fun before putting you in there. I don't like that thing either, but face it; if we don't get you in there now you're either going to die, or at the very least prevent us from being able to get out of here."

Daniel glared at him for a moment, ten rolled his eyes. "Fine…" he said quietly.

"Good," Danny nodded, and then reached down and took one of Daniel's arms. "Sha're, could you help me get him up please?"

Sha're nodded and took his other arm, and carefully the two helped pull Daniel to his feet. Though no matter how careful they were, they couldn't keep it from hurting him quite a bit, and he shouted.

"Hold on, Dan'iel. We are being as careful as we can."

"Yeah…I…kn-know…AH!"

Danny grimaced. "Be quiet, would you?"

"I'm sorry…" Daniel gasped. "But if you…felt like I…do right…now…you'd be…shouting too."

"I know, I know, but could you try to keep it down? Please? You're gonna get us caught," Danny pleaded.

Gently Danny and Sha're placed him in the sarcophagus, and it started to close. Daniel glanced around uncomfortably for a moment, but finally closed his eyes and allowed it to take him as the others disappeared from view.

Sha're watched the sarcophagus. "Will he be all right?" she asked in concern.

Danny leaned heavily on the machine. "Yeah…I think so…"

"Dan'iel? What is wrong?"

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me; I just don't feel the greatest…"

Sha're sighed. "She waited too long."

"What?"

"She waited too long before having you revived. It was not able to heal you completely, so you will still be weak for a while."

"Ah," Daniel said tiredly. Sha're stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He put his arms around her in return as she rested her head on his chest, and he rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes. And they stayed that way, waiting for the sarcophagus to open again so they could make their escape, just happy to be together.

When Danny heard the sound of the sarcophagus opening behind him, he pushed away from where he had been leaning on it, standing, and Sha're let go of him. Both turned to look at the device as it stopped moving. Danny swayed, suddenly dizzy, but steadied himself on the edge of the sarcophagus and forced his eyes to focus. A moment later, Daniel sat up.

"Feeling better?" Danny asked.

Daniel nodded as he climbed out. "Yeah…a lot better. Now…we were planning on getting out of here, right?"

Sha're nodded. "Yes. I think we have a clear path from here to the rings, and they go straight to the room with the Chappa'ai, so we should be able to get out of here easily…"

"It's never that easy," Daniel frowned. "Let's just hope this time is the exception. But either way, I'm not going back to the SGC. I have to find that…thing, or whatever it is, and get back to my own time."

"But you're not even sure how it brought you here; much less how to make it bring you back," Danny said.

"True, but I do know what buttons I landed on. Maybe that will help…" he shrugged. "I have to try. I can't just stay here."

Danny sighed, still leaning against the sarcophagus for support. "I guess not…"

"Dan'iel, we should go before we are discovered…

"Good idea," both answered together. They stared at each other for a moment, then rolled their eyes and started toward the door.

"Wait," Daniel said suddenly.

"What?" Danny asked, turning. "You heard her; we need to go." Then, to his confusion, Daniel started un-zipping his jacket.

"I know, but you can't wear that home. You'll scare everyone in the gate-room half to death."

Danny looked down at himself, remembering his blood-soaked jacket and shirt. "Oops. I guess you're right."

Daniel pulled of his jacket, leaving him with his t-shirt, waited while Danny shrugged out of his shirt and jacket, and then handed the jacket to him.

"Thanks," Danny said, putting it on and zipping it up. Then he looked at his discarded things on the floor. "What do I do with those?"

"Leave them," Sha're suggested. "We should be gone before they are found."

Danny nodded, and the three quietly moved out into the corridor.

Once down in the 'gate room of the Goa'uld compound, Danny went immediately for the DHD. As he dialed, Sha're went for the box where Sam and Danny's things had been, but found no GDOs.

"Dan'iel!" she called. "The devices that send your codes are gone! And so are your weapons!"

Danny leaned on the DHD, breathing heavily, and turned to look at her. "What?"

"Jack and them must have taken them," Daniel assessed. "Okay…uhm…where were my things?"

"Oh, uh…" Sha're ran to the back of the room, where another open crate sat. Daniel followed her. "Are these yours?" she asked, pointing inside it.

"Yeah, thanks," he said, grabbing his GDO from the box and hurrying back toward his younger self.

"Did you find one?" Danny asked hopefully.

"Uh huh. You can use mine to put in your code-" He stopped when Danny pressed the red globe in the center of the DHD and the whooshed open. "Here," he said then, handing the GDO to him. Danny took it and entered the code.

"Huh; these things haven't changed a bit. Oh….kay. There," Danny said, and then turned. "Sha're, come on! We'd better go before something…

But before he could finish his sentence, nightmare took root. Several jaffa suddenly stormed into the room and grabbed Sha're, who shouted Daniel's name before being pulled from the room as the jaffa began to fire at the two Jacksons.

"-happens," Daniel finished for him, stunned.

"Sha're!" Danny shouted, started back toward her, but, snapping out of it, Daniel grabbed his collar and pulled him backwards. "What are you doing! We have to help her!" Danny yelped angrily.

"Are you insane!" Daniel replied heatedly. "There's no way! We're trapped, outnumbered, and weaponless. We need to leave, now!" he said, turning his counterpart toward the gate.

"But what about Sha're? And what about you! You have to get to your own time-"

"We can come back later, with help. Now go!" Daniel shouted, giving him a shove. Danny stumbled through the stargate, and Daniel ducked a couple of staff blasts before running through after him.

The de-brief was over. Everyone knew what had happened, and no one was happy about it. The mood remained somber as those gathered in the conference room started to file out. SG-3 left first. They had really only been there to give their report of the rescue operation--the half-failed rescue operation.

Slowly, Samantha Carter stood. An arm dropped around her shoulders, and Sam glanced over to see Jack O'Neill by her side. She tried to give him a smile, but only partly succeeded. She sighed, and the two started toward the door, Janet Fraiser and Teal'c not far behind, as General Hammond headed for his office.

But that was when the off-world-activation alert went off. All five still in the conference room immediately changed direction and broke into a run, hurrying down the stars to the control room. They arrived just as the gate opened behind the already closed iris.

"Are we getting a signal?" Hammond asked.

"Uhm…yes sire," Walter answered from where he sat.

"Well?"

"It's…" Harriman trailed off as a look of confusion crossed his face. "Sir, it's…SG-1's code," he said, glancing back the general and the team.

"What? That's impossible," Sam protested.

"Well, obviously it is, Carter, 'cause it's what's coming through," Jack commented.

"But didn't you bring all the GDOs back? Oh! Uh oh. Daniel had one too…the other one…He must have. They still have his…" Carter mused.

"But the Goa'uld don't have the code, do they?" Janet asked.

Sam shook her head, frowning. "No…"

General Hammond sighed. "All right, open the iris. But I want defense teams to stay down there in case."

On command, Walter opened the iris, and the defense teams down on the floor aimed their weapons toward the open wormhole. All stared at the blue surface; a moment later it rippled…and two Daniel Jacksons stumbled through.

"Close it!" The one without a jacket and missing his glasses called immediately, as a staff blast followed them and struck the wall. His eyes wide, Hammond nodded to Harriman to do it, and the metal barrier spiraled shut.

"Major, what…?" Hammond began. He turned toward Carter to seek an answer to the bizarre scene, but found that SG-1 and Doctor Frasier were already gone, halfway down the steps to the 'gate room. Sighing, he followed them.

Down in the 'gate room, Danny and Daniel stepped off the ramp just as the door opened.

"Daniel!" Samantha Carter was the first through it and ran straight to Danny, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

Daniel grinned when his counterpart fell back a step as he returned the embrace. "Whoa…hey Sam. It's good to be home…" He sounded sincerely happy to be back, but it was also obvious that something else was on his mind.

A smiling Teal'c and Janet Fraiser and General Hammond, and a widely grinning Jack O'Neill hurried in behind Carter.

"Welcome back, Doctor Jackson," Hammond greeted them, looking forward to what was bound to be an interesting explanation.

"Daniel, you insane spacemonkey of a civilian! Are you ever going to stop pulling stunts like that and making me worry about you?" Jack joked.

Finally Danny smiled. "Probably not," he admitted, letting go of Sam.

"He's right," Daniel added, before also accepting a hug from Carter.

"Oh, well that's encouraging," Jack frowned. But he quickly wiped it away and smiled again. "So…what happened this time?"

Sam stepped back and looked at the two Jacksons. "Right. What…I don't understand…"

"Long story…" Daniel sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh, well…" Danny began. "Basically I guess Amaunet was going to have me revived for more interrogation because you were gone and you thought I was dead…But, uh, Sha're was able to get control so she helped us escape. She was going to come with us, but then the jaffa discovered us and she couldn't get to the stargate…" He sighed and frowned. "But we can give you the details later. We have to go back. We have to help her…" But he trailed off and stopped there, suddenly out of breath.

"Danny?" Sam asked in concern.

"S-sorry. I'm just…tired." Now that he was back, with no adrenaline pushing him to get home, he was feeling it even more. His stomach hurt--a lot, and the rest of his body felt sore. Exhaustion was beginning to take over--everything that had happened…

"I thought you just came out of a sarcophagus?" Janet questioned.

Danny nodded wearily. "I did, but apparently Amaunet waited too long after I, uh…died…and, it couldn't heal me completely…" He moaned.

"Feel terrible, I take it?" Jack asked, patting his friend on the back.

Danny nodded again, his eyes closing. "Yeah…"

Janet stepped forward and gently hugged him before stepping back, putting a hand on his arm and pulling him toward the door. "Come on. Let's get you to the infirmary and see how you're doing."

Hammond nodded. "I agree, Doctor Jackson. We'll do what we can about your wife, but we can worry about those things once you're all right."

"Yes sir," Danny quietly relented, and started to follow Fraiser. But as he moved forward everything blurred again. Why was the room spinning…? Danny dropped to his knees.

"Daniel?" Jack said.

"Danny?" Sam asked in concern, bending down next to him as everyone else started in surprise.

"Are you all right?" Janet asked, kneeling in front of him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "Could we get a gurney in here?" She asked no one in particular when Jackson didn't answer.

"N-No, Janet. I can walk…" he finally replied, trying to push off the floor. The doctor held him down firmly.

"Oh no you don't," she commanded. "Stay down. We'll have a gurney in here in a minute. You'll be fine."

Too exhausted to resist anymore, Danny only nodded again.

Janet looked up at Daniel. "What about you? Are you all right?"

Daniel blinked in surprise. "What? Oh…Yeah. I'm fine."

But he quickly looked away, and Sam could see that he had that look on his face again…She couldn't help but worry about him.

Sighing, Sam put an arm around Danny shoulders as they waited for his transportation to them infirmary. When the pressure on her shoulder increased she looked down to see that he had lost consciousness. "Janet…?"

"I know," Fraiser smiled gently. "It's nothing to worry about. He probably just needs plenty of rest."

Sam nodded. "Right..."

Well, she sighed inwardly, smiling. At least he's back, and he'll be okay.