Sorry this took so long. I had a big honkin' algebra test thursday, so I didn't have time to write all week, so I just got this done today. Anyway, here's a new chapter. Please read and enjoy. And please review so I know what you think about this new direction in this new chapter, please. I'd appreciate any and all feedback, and thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far.

Chapter 13

Sam Carter sat with her back against the edge of the bench, rubbing her temples as she kept a watchful eye on her friend. Daniel's pained, labored breathing seemed to drill into her skull at the exact moments the monstrous headache she'd developed pulsed in her head. She hoped someone would return for him soon for both their sakes. She hated to see him suffering. They should soon anyway--it had already been ours.

Unable to sit still anymore and wanting to get her mind away from the thudding pain, she moved closer to Jackson again and touched his shoulder.

"Hey, Daniel, how you doing?"

His eyes opened and looked up at her slowly. "Well, I'm still alive," he said with a grimace. But then Daniel coughed, and the simple grimace turned to an expression of agony. "Ohhhhh, they'd better get here soon," he moaned.

"I wish there was something I could do…" she said softly, voicing the thought for once.

"I know you do. And believe me-so do I." He came up short of breath, and his eyes clenched shut again as he struggled to get enough air in, and deal with the pain it caused. He thought he'd have gotten used to doing that by now, but unfortunately that wasn't so in the slightest. When he'd finally filled his lungs enough, he relaxed some, and his consciousness started to fade again.

"Hold on, Daniel," Sam comforted. He nodded weakly, and a few minutes later they were rewarded by the faint sound of footsteps coming closer.

"Sam…please tell me that's them," Daniel whispered hoarsely, an almost desperate note in his voice. Grimacing, Sam stood and took a quick look down the corridor, then returned to his side.

"Yeah, I think so," she reported, relief in her voice. She patted his hand, "You'll be okay."

"I hope so…" he answered, his voice barely audible. Daniel fought to stay awake, but ultimately he lost again. When Carter saw that he had slipped into unconsciousness, she sighed, knowing it was probably better. Maybe the sarcophagus would heal him, but that didn't mean they would be easy getting him there. She said nothing as the jaffa entered the cell and carried him away, only praying silently that when they brought him back he would be all right.

"Where is Daniel Jackson?"

Teal'c sudden question broke the silence that hung over the briefing room, where he, Carter, and Mitchell sat around the table.

"Last time I check last night, he was still in his office," Cameron offered. "I don't think he ever left."

Carter sighed. "I knew I should have made sure he went home before I left. Something told me he'd probably do something like that…"

Mitchell stood, stretching. "I get him…"

Sam beat him to her feet. "No, I'll go."

The colonel sat down again. "Okay, fine with me. Whatever floats your boat."

Carter gave her friends a brief smile. "I'll be right back with Daniel," she assured them before she left, heading up to Jackson's office.

She found him hunched over his desk, his head in his arms, out cold. She smiled to herself and placed a playful hand on his head, mussing his hair even more as she gently shook his head back and forth in an attempt to wake him.

"Come on, Doctor Jackson, time to wake up," she prodded.

Daniel shifted, mumbling in his sleep. "I know I need to fix the tent today, honey, but just five more minutes, please…" Sam looked confused for a moment, and then realized that her shaking him must have brought to the surface a memory which was now playing in his dreams. She sighed.

"Really, Daniel, wake up," she said, a bit louder this time as she moved her hand to his shoulder and shook harder.

The archaeologist shifted again, groaning, his face showing that the dreams had gone sour. "No…Sha're, don't…please…fight her…"

Now Carter frowned. "Daniel!" He jerked, his head popping up, and Sam jumped back in surprise.

Daniel looked at her groggily. "You're not…" But he trailed off, sighing as he sat back in his chair. "I'm sorry Sam…" He looked around in confusion. "What time is it?"

"You're late; that's what time it is," she supplied. But then her voice softened. "You were dreaming about Sha're, weren't you?"

Her friend nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before he set his glasses back on his face. "Yeah…This time it was okay at first," he smiled. "The old days on Abydos." Then his smile abruptly fell, and he shrugged, "But then…"

Carter nodded. "Yeah, I know. You were talking in your sleep. And…I had a few nightmares of my own last night."

"Oh. Sorry."

Sam smiled. "It's not a big deal. I'm okay. But you'd better get moving and gear up."

"Right…" Daniel nodded, taking in the fact that Carter was already in her own black BDUs. "Yeah, you can go on. I'll change and be there in a few minutes, okay?" Sam nodded back and moved off, but stopped at the door before leaving entirely.

"Daniel, are you sure you'll be all right?"

Jackson looked up at her and smiled. "I'll be fine, Sam."

Carter still wasn't entirely convinced, but she continued on anyway, knowing that she wouldn't get anything else from him at the moment.

P5R-322 was just like Daniel remembered, though minus the lights and the Goa'uld and jaffa all over the place. Then there was the fact that he didn't remember it as P5R-233; he remembered it as the planet where he had not only almost been killed, but where he had lost Sha're yet again. Then only another few months later she had died. The memories of her death were still painful, but not as painful as the ones of what had happened here, and he struggled to keep it from showing on his face as SG-1 stepped through the gate to the planet for the first time in over six years--the first time for Mitchell.

The colonel looked around with obvious interest. "Impressive," he stated simply.

"It was a lot more impressive when it was in use," Carter interjected. "And it would have been even more so if we hadn't been prisoners at the time."

Daniel glanced in their direction, and saw Cameron wince. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that, Carter."

Sam waved a hand. "Don't worry about it."

Mitchell nodded. "Right. Okay, so everybody split up, and let's find this thing. This place isn't supposed to be that big, and there shouldn't be any danger, so it shouldn't be hard, and you shouldn't have to prove that comment about danger wrong, okay people?"

Daniel didn't need any more prompting to move off on his own, as he really didn't want to have to deal with someone like Sam following him through the compound, continually asking him if he was okay like he knew she would. He knew she would mean well, but that wouldn't make it any less annoying, and if he could avoid it altogether he would, so that's what he did. Jackson was gone almost before the sentence had left Mitchell's mouth.

For a minute or so Daniel just walked, trying to distract himself and push away the feelings that rose in his throat and keep his emotions from running wild. But both his feet and his efforts stopped in their tracks when suddenly he realized that he knew exactly where he was. He looked to his left, and there is was--the cell he and Sam had been held captive in. There were a few others in this section, but he had been dragged into and out of this one so many times that it was burned into his memory.

Daniel gulped and kept going. He felt his grip tighten on the gun in his hands, which only served to remind him of how much had changed since then. Six years ago he wouldn't have been caught dead using one of the more powerful military weapons that Jack, Sam, and now Mitchell preferred, opting to stick with his handgun, but now he didn't hesitate to pick up a larger one. He realized that with all he had been through since then that the changes had been inevitable, and he didn't resent the chance to travel through the Stargate every day, but part of him still wished he could go back to the days when all he had to worry about was who was going to believe his radical theories and where his next paycheck was coming from. But then, of course, he would never have met Sha're, and even though how it had ended had left scars, Daniel wouldn't have traded the time he had with her for anything.

The scientist slowed again when he neared another corner he recognized, and realized that he wasn't so sure if he wanted to go around it. But his feet carried him to the other side anyway, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw that room he was now staring into was the room where he had been tortured for so many hours at Amaunet's command, sometimes by Amaunet himself, where he'd seen Sha're again, and lost her again.

By the time his breath came back he was already dizzy, and, breathing heavily, Daniel leaned against the corridor wall for support, though he wasn't quite sure if the support he really needed at the moment was physical or not. His vision blurred, and he began to blink rapidly to clear away the tears that started to gather in his eyes. He started to say something, but had gulp past the lump that he suddenly found in his throat first.

"Sha're, I'm sorry…" Daniel whispered. Then his eyes closed and his head dropped as he took several deep breaths to clear his head. All right, Doctor Jackson, you have a mission to complete. Now's not the time to fall apart. When he lifted his head again he started to move off, slipping his glasses off for a moment to swipe at his eyes with his sleeve. Any tears that had been left were dried, and he continued his end of the search for whatever, exactly, it was that the Goa'uld had left behind here.

After searching for a few minutes more along the darkened main corridor, farther than he had been into the complex before, he came across a large circular room that looked interesting indeed. There were several entrances to the room, though it would have been more accurate to call it a chamber, and at its center was what was hopefully the experimental time/space device that they were looking for. There wasn't much to the device itself; it was about his height, and cylindrical, with control panels protruding about waste high that were similar to any Goa'uld technology. But it was obviously very important, or had been important at one time to have been placed in the center of a room like this, even though now it seemed abandoned and there were a few empty crates lying here and there about the floor. There was no doubt in Daniel's mind that he had found what they were looking for.

He keyed his radio. "Hey guys, I think I found it."

"All right, Jackson, be right there," Mitchell answered.

As soon as he had a response Daniel started into the room. After a moment he turned, still walking, to look at the walls behind him, but then tripped on a crate that he didn't see. He stumbled into the device, felt a button or two compress under the weight of his arms, and suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light.

Daniel shouted, bringing his arms up to shield his face, but when he lowered them again the only thing that seemed to have changed was that the room was no longer dark. He could also see lights in the corridor outside the room through the door he had come in. The others were still closed.

"Oh-kay…so I hit a light switch…weird….Sure pack a punch coming on…" he mussed. In confusion he headed back toward the door, keying his radio and not taking the time to notice that the crates on the floor--namely the one he'd tripped over--had disappeared.

"Hey, guys, something weird just happened. Did the lights come on where you are?" No answer. He stepped outside the doorway to the room, thinking that maybe there was some type of shielding around it to protect the device that was blocking his signal. "Guys?" Again, no answer. Funny; he'd been able to use his radio out here just a minute ago…He frowned. "Sam. Teal'c, Mitchell, can you hear me?" Still nothing.

Now worried, Daniel started back the way he had come, but he stopped short when the first corner he rounded set him staring at the backs of two jaffa, walking away from his position. Suppressing a gasp, Daniel jerked backward a step and pulled himself back around the curve, pressing himself to the wall. Okay, what the heck was that? This place is supposed to be abandoned! He took a deep breath. Okay…no big deal. Just get back to the others, and watch your six-back. Gosh, I should've stopped listening to Jack a long time ago.

But Daniel didn't have time to execute his plan before two more jaffa rounded the far corner, coming from the other direction. Both stopped when they saw him, and he stared at them in return. Only when one of them shouted "Intruder!" and went to raise his staff weapon did the archaeologist snap out of it.

"Oh crap!" Daniel yelped, ducking back into the large circular room before a blast bolt struck the wall where he'd been. That was when he realized that the crates that had been scattered around the room were missing. What the-? But he had no more time to think, with jaffa on his tail. He sprinted across the room, hoping that he could open a door on the other side and close it behind him to escape, when one of them opened for him. But on the other side were more jaffa, staff weapons and Zat'ni'katels ready.

Daniel skidded to a halt, his eyes widening, but it was too late to run in a different direction. He could already see the blue tendrils of energy lancing his way. A split second later one of them hit home, ripping a cry of pain from Daniel's throat as he went down. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.