Author's Note: I upped the rating only for this chapter. Somewhere around the end is a slightly adult situation type thing and I raised it only as a precaution. But it's nothing major.

Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! I was expecting, like, two. But I am very happy and impressed with the tons I got. Thank-you again and I look forward to another ten or so. *hint, hint, nudge, nudge*

Summary: Back at the SGC, findings continue to build- too bad they're not conclusive. As for SG-1, life goes on as normal. Right?

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Paradise

Chapter Two:

Discoveries in the Dark

**'Gate Room, Monday at 1242 Hours**

Fraser ran into the 'gate room followed closely by five more medical personal. She had suspected that someone had been shot or someone on SG-1 was injured in one of his or her various ways. What she saw was definable the later but one that was very different than normal.

Every member of SG-1 was lying on a gurney-like table hooked up to a number of different machines. The machines seemed to be monitoring brain waves, hate rate, respiratory function, and just about every other important bodily function.

Quickly she looked them over and it seemed that they were simply asleep. Immediately she calmed down and told the nurses to move them to the Infirmary, once there she could look them over more thoroughly.

**Information Center, Level Zero**

Finally the day was over and Sam could be with Jack. She waited on Level Zero, the transportation center of the building. It was the part where the skyway ran through and the only transportation faster than a bike and went a shorter distance than a plane.

She looked at the elevator as it opened and saw Jack walked out of it. He saw her and smiled just as she gave him a quick wave when he exited. Once he reached her, Jack wrapped his one arm around her waist and gave her a quick squeeze.

Leaning her head onto his shoulder, she felt as if it were something she had always liked to do but never actually recalled doing it. Shrugging it off as being the fact she just missed him, she snuggled closer to him, enjoying the closeness.

They waited a minute before the next train arrived. Then Sam and Jack walked into the train with Jack's arm still around her back. Jack led her to the back where they would always sit together and let Sam in first before sitting himself.

"How was work?" Jack asked.

"Long and a little boring. You?"

"Same old."

"Sometimes-" Sam began, after a short pause, but cut herself off and looked out the window.

"Sometimes what?"

"Nothing."

"You can tell me," Jack said and he started to tickle her to get the information out of her. She smiled widely as she tried to get his hands away. "Come on. I'll stop if you tell."

"Fine! I'll tell you." She lowered her voice so that no one else could hear and told him, "Sometimes I wish that…I could have a different job. Only sometimes." Jack looked at her with a look that made her feel as if she had five heads.

Then Jack quickly rid himself of that look and told her, "Just don't let anyone else hear you say that."

**Infirmary, Monday at 1250 Hours**

When SG-1 reached the Infirmary, Janet looked them over a bit more carefully. First she checked the machines again to see that they were in perfect health. There seemed to be tubes that ran in and out of their bodies- most likely used to remove waste and give them nutrients. At the moment, she saw no need to remove the devices that had been attached to them even if she knew how.

That was when she noticed the attire. They each wore rather tight fitting outfits that remained her of a subadiver's suit. The spandex type material was a one pieced outfit, ending above their knees and stopping halfway down their upper arms. The only difference between a subadiver's outfit and theirs was the small holes placed exactly where the hooks, wires, and tubes needed to be.

As she continued to look Jack over, she saw a small cut under the left ear. It was a small square. When she checked the others, they all had the same cut in the same place that was the about same size. Interesting. Why would they remove whatever had been attached to their necks and not the rest?

**Block Five**

Daniel Jackson strolled down the street. It was a nice day and he had chosen to walk rather than ride the Skyway with everyone else. As he walked down Block Five, a Police officer stopped him. It was another random check they did for the safety of everyone. Daniel had been through this a few times but not in a month or so.

"ID card?" He asked. Daniel put his hand into his thigh pocket, directly designed to hold ID cards, and pulled out his. It had his picture, name, age, job and work place, home address, phone number, bank account number so he could buy things, and his identification number. The Police officer took it from him and scanned the card. On his tiny screen, it proved that it was authentic. After, the Police officer returned his card and let him pass.

Daniel continued to walk and eventually came up to the school, a marker that he was only one more block from his house. He paused and looked up at the school; it was the same one he had gone to. The doors opened and the children began to exit in the same orderly fashion he always remembered having to.

He saw a teacher walk out with one of the students and remembered her well. He had always been bitter with her after she made him drop his advanced history classes and had him stop taking ancient languages. He had always wanted to be an archeologist. But, because of her, he dropped his credentials to become one.

You see, school worked like this:

When you turned six, you went to your first year at school. You learn all the basics like reading, writing, math, history, and basic science. Once you enter your sixth year in school, you got to pick extra courses based on what you like.

Once you enter your tenth year, you are allowed to drop the basics if they are not vital to the job you want. For example, if you want to be an archeologist, you need things like history and ancient languages. After you finish your twelfth year, your job is picked from what you like and the classes you had been taking for the past two to twelve years.

Daniel then looked back at the pathway and began to walk again. As he went, he watched the children have races with their bikes, laughing, and all together having fun. He smiled remembering those days. The innocence of childhood.

He reached Block Four- his block- and went past the two other houses next to his. On the porch of the second one was a familiar face. "Hi, Teal'c!" Daniel called as he saw his neighbor unlock his door with a swipe of his card.

"Hello, Daniel Jackson. How are you today?"

"Fine, uh, thanks. You?"

"I am well," Teal'c responded.

"See ya." Daniel waved good-bye as he entered his house. Teal'c was a strange, quiet man but they were still friends, sort of. He always talked in a proper tone and always called him Daniel Jackson no matter his protests. But, after a while, he got used to it.

Daniel walked up his own porch and swiped his card into the lock. His door clicked to indicate it had unlocked and he could enter. Turning the knob, he pushed the door inward to reveal a spotless house.

**Block Three, House Two**

Jack and Sam walked into their shared home that had been proved for them when they had been chosen to be together almost three and a half years ago. At first, it had been a place they only went to because they had to in order to sleep, eat, and dress but now it was a great place to spend time and be together.

Once the door had been closed, Jack instantly took Sam into his arms and kissed her. To both of them, they had felt as if they had been dying to do it for years. Even the passion and hunger they had put into their kiss surprised them- the workday had not been that long.

Sam and Jack pulled away from each other. Both were breathing heavily and had the strangest feeling that something wasn't right with what they had done. But they pushed it aside as Sam stepped closer to Jack and wrapped his arm around his neck before kissing him again.

Jack moved his lips down to her neck as he began to slid her over-shirt off. His hands started by slipping under the shirt and sliding his hands over her shoulders. As he went, he brushed his hands against her shoulder blades and down her arms. Once his hands reached hers, the shirt had been left in a heap on the ground.

Sam's lips found their way back to Jack's as she followed his lead and removed his shirt. Next, she moved to his black undershirt. Tugging on it, she managed to pull it out of his pants. Then she slid her hands underneath to feel the soft hair that covered his chest. Their mouth's parted for only moments while Sam pulled the shirt over his hand tossed the shirt onto the ground, forgotten in the moment.

**Infirmary, Monday at 1325 Hours**

Dr. Fraser had been bugged by something ever since she saw SG-1. Something was wrong about the brainwave pattern. She hadn't been able to put her finger on it but, as she had learned over the years, she had a tendency to want to listen to her hunches.

She was looking at their brain when she noticed something interesting. She had no idea what it meant, but it was interesting. Sam and Jack's brain waves were almost constantly the same. It was as if they were having the same dream or something. That was the only way she could explain it.

As she continued to watch, she had noticed that, at times, both Daniel and Teal'c's brainwaves had become the same for seconds and then changed. Also, Jack's and Daniel's had stayed the same for seconds for sometime. But Sam and Jack held the record. At that moment, they had been having the same 'dream', as she decided to put it, for the past ten minutes.

Just then, she heard the distinct sound of General Hammond walk in and she knew he was going to expect a full report. Which she had only about a fourth of.

"Dr. Fraser, what have you got?" Hammond asked as he approached her position.

"Well, sir, they seem to be in a deep sleep. At the moment, I don't know how to wake them and I am unsure if I should try or not.

Also, I've been watching their brain waves. Studies show that these can help tell if and what a person is dreaming about. While I've been watching, Sam and Jack's brain waves have been almost identical for the past ten minutes, showing that they either are having a similar or the same dream. Even Teal'c, Daniel, and Jack have all shared the same pattern for seconds to a minute or two."

Hammond thought over what she had said and asked, "What are all those tubes for?"

"I believe that whoever did this to them had planned to… 'study' them. Perhaps to understand the subconscious, the human brain, dreams- I'm not sure. But I do think that it was meant to be over a long period of time. Considering that they are unconscious, they can't eat and perform basic bodily functions, which is what the tubes appear to be for," Fraser explained.

"Anything else?"

"Nothing conclusive. But I did find this cut, here." Fraser walked up to Sam, Hammond following her, and showed him the cut just under their ears. "I think it was another wire or instrument of theirs that they simply removed before sending them back through the 'gate. I don't know why it was removed though."

"Which presents another question: how did they know Earth's address and SG-1's IDC code?"

"Surely they wouldn't have agreed to be made like this and freely give the information away?"

Hammond thought about it. He knew SG-1 and that they would give their lives to protect their world and they had tons of times over. But, if they had been compromised, there's no telling what they could be made to say.

"Doctor, if the aliens were running experiments on SG-1's minds, then it could be assumed they may have technology or the ability to see into their minds."

"They could." Janet thought about what he was saying for a minute before catching on. "Which would explain how they knew our address and their IDC."

"Exactly. And I'm going to presume that's the case until someone can prove me wrong."

"Yes, sir."

**Block Eight**

Teal'c walked down the beautiful streets. There was no litter- there never was. The air was clean for there was no smog, smoke, or anything of the sort. Even the water was spotless when you looked at it. No pollution at all.

Teal'c had decided to take a nice walk seeing that it was a nice day. There was nothing pressing for him to do. He had finished his reports, his work. He did not have laundry to do that night and his dishes were done.

Considering it was a nice, cool day and the sun was beginning to set, he had thrown on a jacket and started walking aimlessly. After twenty minutes or so, he found himself at the same park he used to play at when he was a child.

He, like Daniel Jackson, had grown up in the area, they just hadn't met until a few years ago. Teal'c used to live in the area with his foster father, Bra'tac. But Bra'tac had recently gone away to be with other family and help with something Teal'c could never recall.

Speaking of Bra'tac, he looked over at the park where he saw two Police officers chasing a young man. The man was seventeen, maybe eighteen. He was a colored boy and had really short black hair. The teenager ran with all his might but the Police officers caught up to him and grabbed the boy.

With an air of triumph, the Police officer put restraints onto the boy. The two took both of his arms, marching him to the transportation that would take him away. Away to somewhere only those that go there remember.

Teal'c stood frozen in his spot. He remembered watching the same thing happen to Bra'tac. He had been saying things that Teal'c had allows been told at school were things they were not supposed to say. He was defying the Council every time that he said anything like that.

And, one time, he was found out. The Police officers came to their house and chased Bra'tac out into the streets. They chased him for some time before they managed to get him. Then they put the restrains on him and made him get into their transports.

One of the Police officers walked up to Teal'c. He was only eight and the Police officer seemed to tower high over him. The large man crouched down and put a hand onto his shoulder before saying, "Your dad is sick, Teal'c. He's been sick for a little while and we need to take him somewhere that they can make him better. You understand?" Teal'c had nodded but didn't understand. Bra'tac had never been sick. He wasn't then and never was.

The next thing he knew, it was a week later and Bra'tac had returned. He seemed… different. He spoke with a strange new air that seemed peculiar to Teal'c and he always told Teal'c to listen to the Council even though he had always told him to make his own decisions before he left.

And when ever Teal'c would ask what it was like he just repeated, "They treated me very nicely. I was never mistreated. I was told what I did wrong and why it was wrong. Then I apologized and promised never to do it again." The way he would say it was almost as if he had rehearsed it over and over again but he said nothing else and never altered the wording no matter how long it had been since Teal'c had asked the last time.

Teal'c shook his head as he realized he was starring had nothing. Bringing his hand out of his pocket, he saw that the time was 8:23pm. He still had thirty-seven minutes until he had to be back in his house. It seemed strange that there was such an early curfew that only didn't apply to the night shift workers at the Information Center.

But Teal'c knew better than to question a law. So he began to walk again, this time for his home. He would rather just walk up and down the street than be late for curfew.

**Infirmary, Monday at 1408 Hours**

Janet had been monitoring and timing how long their brainwaves had matched each other in hopes to find that they had some connection or pattern. As she wrote down the latest information she had observed, she noticed that Sam and Jack's hormone level had increased for a few minutes.

Just as she finished, she heard someone begin to stir. Looking up, she could see that Jack was shaking his head and groaning softly. Quickly, she walked up to him and tried to coax him the rest of the way awake.

"Colonel O'Neill? Colonel? Wake up, Colonel!" Janet yelled at him.

Slowly his eyes opened and he managed to say, "Janet?"

"Yes, Colonel. It's me, Dr. Fraser," Janet told him with a relieved smile.

"Colonel? What are you talking about?" Jack asked, his voice confused. He tried to get up but Janet's hands pushed him back, making him continue to lay down. Feeling a strange sensation on his chest and stomach, he craned his head to see what it was.

What he saw was a bunch of wires, tubes, and machines hooked up to him. He stared intently at them for a moment before looking back up at Janet. He looked her over for a moment and saw that she was out of her normal uniform and, instead, wearing some sort of white lab coat.

Slowly, his eyes moved away from her and he looked around the area he was in. It seemed to be a dark room with many beds and medical equipment (he was pretty sure that's what it was). When he looked to his right, he saw three other people- Sam, Daniel, and an unfamiliar man- in a similar predicament.

"Are you feeling all right…Jack?"

After using his real name, Jack looked back at her and said, "I have no idea."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Janet asked him.

Jack stared at her for a minute. He weighed whither or not to tell her. "I… was with Sam. In our home. Then I went to sleep," he said, giving her the real note card version. After a moment, he smiled and said, "That's it. You're a dream. A figment of my imagination."

Janet had been listening to him with interest. He seemed to have become the Jack in his dream. A Jack that wasn't in the Air Force and was with Sam. Interesting dream. But why would he think she was the dream? And why was he awake?

Janet was going to ask him some more questions but noticed that he was beginning to drift off again. Not knowing how he had been awaken or sure how to duplicate the process, she allowed him to do so.

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Ok, the whole dream-sleep-brainwave thing, I made that up. I have no idea if it's real or not, but it was convenient to work in the story. And it's my story so I can do that.

Anyway, enough about me. Let's talk about you. What did ya think? How was this chapter? did you think it was as good as it could be? Was the presumed sex scene too much or just fine? Was the use of the word sex in the last question too much for some people to handle? Does anyone like art? How 'bout school? How many readers are married? Is that too many questions?

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