Hi folks! Firstly, thanks for all the wonderful reviews! *Blushes* I'm glad you like the fics. Patience my fellow shippers, Sam/Jack is coming... it just takes time.

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Doctor Fraiser clicked the penlight and the bright light died, much to Colonel O'Neill's relief.

"Well Doc?" he asked, smiling in what he probably thought was a winning manner. Fraiser found herself grinning too at his boyish desperation to leave the infirmary.

"You're free to go Colonel. In fact, I've never seen SG1 in such good health."

"Thanks," replied O'Neill, leaping up from his bed, "Say hello to Cassie for me, won't you?"

"Will do Jack," Janet replied as the Colonel left the infirmary, whistling. He was still in good spirits taking his seat the debriefing half an hour later. General Hammond nodded to Daniel who clicked the remote to begin his hastily prepared presentation on the big screen.

"P3X-106 is a very technically advanced planet," the archeologist began, as pictures of the domed buildings appeared on the screens, "But it is their fascinating history which should be of greatest interest to the SGC."

He continued as the pictures rapidly changed.

"They have exactly the same creation story detailed in Genesis; except in their version only Eve was tempted to eat from the tree of knowledge."

Daniel's eyes were dancing with excitement behind his glasses.

"Adam begged for her to be allowed to stay in the Garden of Eden, to remain with him. Eventually he offered himself to receive her punishment. Moved by the compassion of his greatest creation God forgave them; instead Eve would endure the pain of childbirth for her punishment."

"The implications of this are enormous. Previously we've never encountered any of the origins of the six major modern-day religions being adopted by alien cultures," Carter continued smoothly from Doctor Jackson.

"And there's another twist," continued Daniel, "The High Council of P3X-106 have long been aware that their world was colonised via the Stargate; they even have evidence the world was terraformed specifically for them. They're in no doubt that they were implanted into an alien environment by a species who used the religious work to suit their purpose. But they still worship them as creators, and follow the teachings in their, um 'Bible.'"

"I'm not surprised," interjected O'Neill, "Their Eden is... well, paradise. And Helmont told me that their crime rate has never been above two percent. No wars...And the Forest is just amazing."

Hammond gave the Colonel a small look of surprise; it was very rare that O'Neill ever voiced such enthusiastic view of another planet.

"Eden is a place of healing for them," Daniel explained, "They were rather vague, I gather much of Eden was destroyed in their equivalent of the industrial revolution. Now they seem to visit it regularly, but only the terminally ill live in the forest itself, to try and minimise human damage."

"Could we possibly replicate any of their technology?"asked General Hammond, direct as always.

"Possibly," Carter replied guardedly, "I'd like to have the chance to study the healing effect of the forest."

Hammond paused for a moment in thought. "Alright," he said eventually. "Eleven-hundred -hours; SG1, you have a go!"

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"Hey Carter! Off out?" O'Neill shouted down the corridor as he hurried to catch up with his second in command as she stood in the lift to the surface.

She held the door open for him and he stepped into the lift. The doors closed. "As a matter of fact I am sir," she replied, blue eyes twinkling.

"Hot date?" O'Neill joked.

"Yeah, actually," she replied as the lift reached the surface. With apparently nothing more to say she started to walk across the car park; O'Neill watched her walk, feeling the hot swoop of jealousy boil sickeningly in his stomach, legs turned to lead.

"See you tomorrow!" he shouted after her as she unlocked her car door.

"Eleven-hundred!" she smiled back, waving at him.

And then she was gone.

O'Neill kicked the door frame hard as he could, achieving nothing and possibly breaking his toe. "Screw this," he muttered, heading back for the lift.