Later that day he found himself wandering. He'd delivered Sarah to Mackenzie's office and he said they'd come find him when they were done, in clear dismissal. He wondered what she was telling them. Sarah was English and by default, a naturally very private person. She was a strong believer that some things were meant to stay personal. How much would she reveal? How much COULD she reveal? She still claimed no memory of the past year, and she dodged the subject of the previous 5 years when he was gone. Not that they'd had a ton of time to talk at all.
He was driving himself nuts. Sarah was right, he was overanalyzing everything. He had to just relax and let things happen. Without realizing it he wandered into his office, looking around. Organized chaos, that's what he claimed. He couldn't help but smile in anticipation. Sarah was something of a Nazi when it came to organization. Their labs in Chicago with Dr. Jordan had been kept impeccable to the point where she claimed that she cleaned more than she worked. But it was good natured, they all knew it. She always called the three of them, himself, Dr. Jordan, and Stephen, "her men" and he was told on more than one occasion that she enjoyed being able to take care of them.
Sitting in his chair, he allowed himself the luxury to put his feet up, careful not to let them land on anything important as he relaxed in his sanctuary. He couldn't wait, the two of them burning the midnight oil, working side by side, arguing over conflicts, sharing triumphs.
"You look comfy," said a voice from the door way. "I think we need to save 30 something blonde doctors of archeology more often." Jack said, flopping into the chair opposite Daniel's desk. "Seriously...congratulations buddy...I haven't seen you this relax in God knows how long. It's good to see you happy again." he continued.
Daniel was touched, such show of emotions was rare from his gruff military friend, his softer side only coming through in the best or most tragic situations. "Thanks. But it's Sarah who did it all. Can you imagine having to survive through that?"
Jack put his own feet up, hands behind his head. He really couldn't. It was hard enough to think of Sam holding the memories of Jondliar, who was one of the good guys. And she didn't even have all her memories, just flashes and that was still enough to free the pretty scientist out from time to time. Jack smiled as the two fell into silence, thinking about their own respective blondes. He and Carter had talked last night, really talked. While there were still things that needed to be resolved, they had resolved many of the issues standing in their way. He remembered part of a quote from highschool....something about living and losing...
The two were snapped out of their day dreams when the klaxons blared. They shared a look of concern before getting to their feet and rushing to the gate room.
When they got to the observation room, they were just in time to see the stargate activate and Tokra rush through. Brining up the end was Jacob Carter, limping. Hammond was already on his way down.
"Jacob, what happened...?" He asked over the chaos as the medical teams rushed into the gate room to try to save the lives of the 20 some Tokra who were able to escape.
"Bad news. The best we can tell, there's an organized attack going on against dozens of Tokra bases. The system lords are working together."
"Aren't you guys supposed to keep tabs on these kinds of things?" Jack asked.
"We had no idea. There's only one person around that might. A former system lord." Jacob countered, looking to Daniel who met his gaze with a sinking feeling.
"I've told you for the hundredth time, I don't know!" Sarah said plaintively, losing her patience with herself and her counterparts in the room. "If I could remember anything, I'd tell you but I don't!"
"It's okay..." Daniel said, moving to her, rubbing her shoulders.
"What about those little disk things the Tokra used on Sam to recover Jondilar's memories?" Jack asked Jacob.
Colonel Mackenzie stood up shaking his head, "I'd advise against forcing any memories to be forced to surface. The reason Dr. Gardner can't remember is because there's such a mass of memory trying to be processed that her brain would short circuit if it all hit her at once."
Everyone looked at each other grimly before Sarah finally stood, "I don't suppose we have much of a choice do we?"
"Sarah.." Daniel began and she quickly interupted.
"Daniel, I know you're worried, believe me I am too. But we have to know what's going on, I don't think we have any real options. Jacob...?"
He sighed. He didn't like this one bit, but she was right. "Maybe we should do this in medical just in case?
They entire entourage entered medical which was still busy with Tokra wounded. The gate had been activated a dozen times in the last hour with more and more wounded pouring through. Janet tore herself away, most of the injuries weren't to serious. The Gou'ald didn't try to injure their opponents, they were going for the kill. Most of the injured received their wounds from debris from zat blasts. Quickly, she moved everyone into one of the private VIP rooms.
"I have to agree with Colonel Mackenzie...it's to soon," she said as she begrudgingly hooked Sarah up to a heart monitor. Beyond that, there was very little she could do. No one had an answer to her complaint.
"This is going to hurt a little bit." Jacob said softly as he put the small disk to Sarah's temple and she winced as it connected with her skin, then nodded that she was alright. "Okay...the only real way to control what you see is for you to try to guide your thoughts to a certain time or event. Try to concentrate on anything to do with an attack..." Jacob looked to Sam, she out of the entire group had any idea what Sarah might experience.
"Just...try to stay focused...and remember where you really are." was all the scientist could offer.
Sarah nodded to Jacob who activated the device. Almost immediately, she grabbed her head in pain, memories flashing through her mind, to vivid to tell them apart or even decipher one from the next. She must have yelled out in pain because a moment later it was gone and Daniel was holding her face between his hands, trying to say something. She opened her eyes through the hazy fog, her eyes locking on his for a long moment before nodding.
"I'm alright...It was just...a surprise." she managed to croak out as Janet handed her a glass of water and she sipped it gratefully.
"Her readings went off the chart, I can't let this to continue." Janet said with finality and Sarah sighed, half grateful.
"If the Gou'ald are such a problem, why don't you just...I don't know, destroy their motherships?" Sarah asked, wiping away persperation.
"Oh yeah sure, youbetcha, we'll just fedex it..wonder if they'll charge extra?" Jack quipped.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I MEANT through the stargate."
"Wait a second...." Sam interjected. "Are you saying...that the motherships have stargates?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course....this is news...?" Sarah said in surprise, looking at their faces. "There are 8 chevron's on the gate."
"Yes, but we've only ever activated 7 of them." Sam explained, sinking into a chair at the implications. "The 8th...is time."
"Whoa there, hold your horses...the stargate is a time machine?!" Jack asked, not sure if he was excited or not.
Sam smiled, "No sir. You ever been on a boat? They measure their quardinants with time. A certain number of minutes north or west of a line of latitude. It allows people to track a moving object by using stationary positions."
"Like star constellations." Jack finished. "So in theory, if we knew where a mother ship was, we'd be able to gate a nuke up there?"
"In theory....we'd have to know EXACT locations of the ships or the wormhole would be off." Sam added, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Jacob, did you're people know about this?"
"We didn't have a clue. The stargate on the ships were probably only used for a last resort escape route, only the system lord in command would probably know about it."
At that point, Sarah stopped paying attention to the conversation. She was glad she was able to help out. Maybe this would give them the edge they needed to defeat the Gou'ald. She felt Daniel squeeze her hand and gently peel the disk off her temple, placing a kiss there as if to make it all better. And in a way, it did.
Mackenzie had insisted on continuing his evaluation for another day. The SGC was a flurry of activity. There were plans in the works to see how viable an attack would be through the stargates on the mother ships. Before, Daniel would have been in the thick of it, wanting to cause as much damage as possible but now his mind was consumed with other things. Cleaning.
He didn't realize he'd let his apartment slip so much and he didn't want Sarah to come home to a dirty apartment. Both Mackenzie and Fraiser agreed that Sarah shouldn't be on her own, and while they were both iffy that romantic entanglements would help her at the moment, they knew she couldn't have a better care taker than Daniel, and the two seemed intent on being together. Who were they to stand in the way of young love?
So Daniel cleaned like a mad man. Everything was washed and polished. She'd be getting a ride home that night from an MP. He'd wanted to stay, to be there when she was done, but he knew he should have things ready. He'd gone all out. There were candles sitting in clusters on every available surface just ready to be lit and dinner was in the oven. He'd whipped up an old dish they'd both fallen in love with back in Egypt. It had been a miracle that he'd found everything he needed for it. The bed was turned down, the balcony windows had been left open and the room smelled fresh and crisp. He spotted the tell-tell military vehicle pulling into the parking lot of his apartment and started lighting candles.
He just finished with the last bunch when there came a knock. He tried to hold back a boyish grin and took a moment to calm himself before swinging the door open.
He was driving himself nuts. Sarah was right, he was overanalyzing everything. He had to just relax and let things happen. Without realizing it he wandered into his office, looking around. Organized chaos, that's what he claimed. He couldn't help but smile in anticipation. Sarah was something of a Nazi when it came to organization. Their labs in Chicago with Dr. Jordan had been kept impeccable to the point where she claimed that she cleaned more than she worked. But it was good natured, they all knew it. She always called the three of them, himself, Dr. Jordan, and Stephen, "her men" and he was told on more than one occasion that she enjoyed being able to take care of them.
Sitting in his chair, he allowed himself the luxury to put his feet up, careful not to let them land on anything important as he relaxed in his sanctuary. He couldn't wait, the two of them burning the midnight oil, working side by side, arguing over conflicts, sharing triumphs.
"You look comfy," said a voice from the door way. "I think we need to save 30 something blonde doctors of archeology more often." Jack said, flopping into the chair opposite Daniel's desk. "Seriously...congratulations buddy...I haven't seen you this relax in God knows how long. It's good to see you happy again." he continued.
Daniel was touched, such show of emotions was rare from his gruff military friend, his softer side only coming through in the best or most tragic situations. "Thanks. But it's Sarah who did it all. Can you imagine having to survive through that?"
Jack put his own feet up, hands behind his head. He really couldn't. It was hard enough to think of Sam holding the memories of Jondliar, who was one of the good guys. And she didn't even have all her memories, just flashes and that was still enough to free the pretty scientist out from time to time. Jack smiled as the two fell into silence, thinking about their own respective blondes. He and Carter had talked last night, really talked. While there were still things that needed to be resolved, they had resolved many of the issues standing in their way. He remembered part of a quote from highschool....something about living and losing...
The two were snapped out of their day dreams when the klaxons blared. They shared a look of concern before getting to their feet and rushing to the gate room.
When they got to the observation room, they were just in time to see the stargate activate and Tokra rush through. Brining up the end was Jacob Carter, limping. Hammond was already on his way down.
"Jacob, what happened...?" He asked over the chaos as the medical teams rushed into the gate room to try to save the lives of the 20 some Tokra who were able to escape.
"Bad news. The best we can tell, there's an organized attack going on against dozens of Tokra bases. The system lords are working together."
"Aren't you guys supposed to keep tabs on these kinds of things?" Jack asked.
"We had no idea. There's only one person around that might. A former system lord." Jacob countered, looking to Daniel who met his gaze with a sinking feeling.
"I've told you for the hundredth time, I don't know!" Sarah said plaintively, losing her patience with herself and her counterparts in the room. "If I could remember anything, I'd tell you but I don't!"
"It's okay..." Daniel said, moving to her, rubbing her shoulders.
"What about those little disk things the Tokra used on Sam to recover Jondilar's memories?" Jack asked Jacob.
Colonel Mackenzie stood up shaking his head, "I'd advise against forcing any memories to be forced to surface. The reason Dr. Gardner can't remember is because there's such a mass of memory trying to be processed that her brain would short circuit if it all hit her at once."
Everyone looked at each other grimly before Sarah finally stood, "I don't suppose we have much of a choice do we?"
"Sarah.." Daniel began and she quickly interupted.
"Daniel, I know you're worried, believe me I am too. But we have to know what's going on, I don't think we have any real options. Jacob...?"
He sighed. He didn't like this one bit, but she was right. "Maybe we should do this in medical just in case?
They entire entourage entered medical which was still busy with Tokra wounded. The gate had been activated a dozen times in the last hour with more and more wounded pouring through. Janet tore herself away, most of the injuries weren't to serious. The Gou'ald didn't try to injure their opponents, they were going for the kill. Most of the injured received their wounds from debris from zat blasts. Quickly, she moved everyone into one of the private VIP rooms.
"I have to agree with Colonel Mackenzie...it's to soon," she said as she begrudgingly hooked Sarah up to a heart monitor. Beyond that, there was very little she could do. No one had an answer to her complaint.
"This is going to hurt a little bit." Jacob said softly as he put the small disk to Sarah's temple and she winced as it connected with her skin, then nodded that she was alright. "Okay...the only real way to control what you see is for you to try to guide your thoughts to a certain time or event. Try to concentrate on anything to do with an attack..." Jacob looked to Sam, she out of the entire group had any idea what Sarah might experience.
"Just...try to stay focused...and remember where you really are." was all the scientist could offer.
Sarah nodded to Jacob who activated the device. Almost immediately, she grabbed her head in pain, memories flashing through her mind, to vivid to tell them apart or even decipher one from the next. She must have yelled out in pain because a moment later it was gone and Daniel was holding her face between his hands, trying to say something. She opened her eyes through the hazy fog, her eyes locking on his for a long moment before nodding.
"I'm alright...It was just...a surprise." she managed to croak out as Janet handed her a glass of water and she sipped it gratefully.
"Her readings went off the chart, I can't let this to continue." Janet said with finality and Sarah sighed, half grateful.
"If the Gou'ald are such a problem, why don't you just...I don't know, destroy their motherships?" Sarah asked, wiping away persperation.
"Oh yeah sure, youbetcha, we'll just fedex it..wonder if they'll charge extra?" Jack quipped.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I MEANT through the stargate."
"Wait a second...." Sam interjected. "Are you saying...that the motherships have stargates?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course....this is news...?" Sarah said in surprise, looking at their faces. "There are 8 chevron's on the gate."
"Yes, but we've only ever activated 7 of them." Sam explained, sinking into a chair at the implications. "The 8th...is time."
"Whoa there, hold your horses...the stargate is a time machine?!" Jack asked, not sure if he was excited or not.
Sam smiled, "No sir. You ever been on a boat? They measure their quardinants with time. A certain number of minutes north or west of a line of latitude. It allows people to track a moving object by using stationary positions."
"Like star constellations." Jack finished. "So in theory, if we knew where a mother ship was, we'd be able to gate a nuke up there?"
"In theory....we'd have to know EXACT locations of the ships or the wormhole would be off." Sam added, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Jacob, did you're people know about this?"
"We didn't have a clue. The stargate on the ships were probably only used for a last resort escape route, only the system lord in command would probably know about it."
At that point, Sarah stopped paying attention to the conversation. She was glad she was able to help out. Maybe this would give them the edge they needed to defeat the Gou'ald. She felt Daniel squeeze her hand and gently peel the disk off her temple, placing a kiss there as if to make it all better. And in a way, it did.
Mackenzie had insisted on continuing his evaluation for another day. The SGC was a flurry of activity. There were plans in the works to see how viable an attack would be through the stargates on the mother ships. Before, Daniel would have been in the thick of it, wanting to cause as much damage as possible but now his mind was consumed with other things. Cleaning.
He didn't realize he'd let his apartment slip so much and he didn't want Sarah to come home to a dirty apartment. Both Mackenzie and Fraiser agreed that Sarah shouldn't be on her own, and while they were both iffy that romantic entanglements would help her at the moment, they knew she couldn't have a better care taker than Daniel, and the two seemed intent on being together. Who were they to stand in the way of young love?
So Daniel cleaned like a mad man. Everything was washed and polished. She'd be getting a ride home that night from an MP. He'd wanted to stay, to be there when she was done, but he knew he should have things ready. He'd gone all out. There were candles sitting in clusters on every available surface just ready to be lit and dinner was in the oven. He'd whipped up an old dish they'd both fallen in love with back in Egypt. It had been a miracle that he'd found everything he needed for it. The bed was turned down, the balcony windows had been left open and the room smelled fresh and crisp. He spotted the tell-tell military vehicle pulling into the parking lot of his apartment and started lighting candles.
He just finished with the last bunch when there came a knock. He tried to hold back a boyish grin and took a moment to calm himself before swinging the door open.