TITLE: The Lost Ones
AUTHOR: Cyn(di)
EMAIL: custardpringle@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 for weird evil happenings and general suffering/pain on the parts of all concerned. Also language, as always. And "thematic issues," whatever the hell they are.
CATEGORY: supernatural, drama
SUMMARY: Daniel is having terrible nightmares. And the worst thing is, they're not only in his head . . .
SPOILERS: I'm too lazy to keep track, so let's say anything up through "Grace."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't think my chapters are going to get any longer. I usually work on this late at night , so longer chapters equal less sleep. And I don't think this is going to get up to 70 chapters . . . my guess is maybe 15 to 20 if the plot behaves itself. If not . . . who knows?
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Sam had been correct; the Tok'ra base was quite small, housing only a few dozen. However, it was a largely scientific establishment, and that bare handful of people possessed a massive amount of heavy but delicate equipment. Further, for strategic reasons, the complex had been constructed several kilometers from the Stargate.
Jack let out a loud groan the instant he realized this. "And we're supposed to be carrying this stuff from here all the way to the 'gate?"
Selmak nodded. "I'm afraid so."
O'Neill threw up his hands. "Oh, fer cryin' out loud. If it were just me, ya know, I wouldn't mind. But look at Daniel here."
"I'm fine, Jack," Daniel insisted, not wholly convincingly. He was keeping himself awake mostly by virtue of the powdered doughnuts he had eaten hastily before leaving the SGC.
"You know, Daniel," Sam observed with a small smile, "you're not fooling anyone."
"As a matter of fact-" Jack turned and stabbed a finger at his friend-"I don't think you should've come at all."
"I had to," Daniel argued. "Those lights in the forest-I want to know what they are and how to stop them." Well, he thought, at least I managed half the truth.
"Perhaps there are some spare sleeping chambers," Teal'c suggested. "Daniel Jackson might well benefit from a few hours rest there before joining the rest of us in our efforts."
"As a matter of fact, we do." Jacob's smile matched his daughter's. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
Jackson looked around at the others. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Nope." Jack patted his shoulder. "C'mon, Danny. Trust me, you could really use some beauty sleep right now. I've seen you much more hyper than this on way less sugar." The hand clamped down, and Daniel found himself being unwillingly pulled down the corridor.
"I don't need sleep," he repeated, but no one believed him any more than they had the first time.
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The moment his teammates were gone, Daniel sat down hard on the bed, letting out a soft groan at the sound of the lock clicking shut outside. He knew he would have to sleep eventually. Some medical reason or other-Janet would know. But not right now, he pleaded silently with his exhausted body. He just needed to think through this a little first. He was still struggling with even a basic comprehension of what was happening to him.
Right up to the time Jacob had reported the deaths of Lorrin and Tolrak, Daniel had still been able to hold onto the faint hope that his dream last night had been just that-a dream, and no more. But it was more. It had all actually happened, and Daniel had no idea how to deal with that. Sure, he didn't mind being reascended at least part of the time, but different circumstances would have been preferable.
Daniel decided that, since he was here anyway, he might as well rest. He didn't have to actually sleep right now. He was just going to lie down and close his eyes, just for a moment . . .
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"Dammit," Jack muttered. "What is wrong with him this morning?"
"I must admit, Daniel Jackson's behavior is quite worrisome," Teal'c agreed.
The three remaining members of SG-1 were dismantling and packing up a large computer, having safely deposited the recalcitrant archaeologist in his room and locked the door behind them just to be certain.
"Once Daniel gets some sleep, he'll probably be fine," Sam assured them. "Although it is pretty strange that he didn't want to."
Jack shook his head with a grin. "I gave up trying to understand that guy a long time ago. But he was having weird dreams last night. That could be part of it."
"What kind of dreams?" Teal'c asked.
"No idea, T. He wouldn't tell me. He was tossing around pretty bad, though."
"That doesn't sound good," Carter said worriedly. "Maybe I should check on him."
Teal'c nodded and stood up. "I will accompany you, Major Carter."
"I'll be along too," Jack called after them as he surveyed the mess of machine parts still scattered on the floor around him. "Just give me a minute to finish this up."
As he emerged from the now fully dismantled computer room shortly afterwards, Jack nearly ran into a young Tok'ra he didn't recognize who was sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction. She obviously recognized him though, for she addressed him by name: "I'm sorry, Colonel O'Neill. I didn't see you there. Do you know where Selmak is?"
"It's all right, I don't mind, and no, I haven't seen him. Do you have a name?"
"My name's Malik, sir," she said nervously. "If you see Selmak, please tell him that the lights are back."
"The lights?" Jack asked, drawing a blank for a second. "Oh-like the ones that were in the woods last night?"
Malik nodded. "But not in the forest this time. They're up in the sky, and the colors are different."
"Different how?" Jack asked sharply.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I didn't see them myself last night, but from what I hear they were part silver and part white, about equally divided. Right now it's nearly all silver."
"Thanks." Jack smiled at her, turning this new information over in his mind, unsucce. "I'll tell him if I see him."
Malik nodded nervously and hurried back the way she had come.
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O'Neill found his way back to the room where they had left Daniel; the door was now unlocked, and he pushed it open to find Sam seated on a chair next to the bed and Teal'c nowhere in sight. Daniel himself was asleep, although this wasn't necessarily a good thing; he was thrashing around again, and talking loudly in some language Jack didn't recognize.
"Hey, Carter," he said quietly, closing the door gently behind him. "Where'd T go?"
Sam looked around, her eyes full of concern. "We heard that the mysterious lights reported last night had returned, sir. Teal'c went to investigate."
"How long has Daniel been like this?" he asked, crossing the room and sitting down on the floor next to Sam's chair.
"Since before I got here," she answered. "I can't get him to wake up."
Jack sighed in frustration. "Neither could I, when he was like this last night. Eventually he woke up on his own. We'll just have to wait."
AUTHOR: Cyn(di)
EMAIL: custardpringle@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 for weird evil happenings and general suffering/pain on the parts of all concerned. Also language, as always. And "thematic issues," whatever the hell they are.
CATEGORY: supernatural, drama
SUMMARY: Daniel is having terrible nightmares. And the worst thing is, they're not only in his head . . .
SPOILERS: I'm too lazy to keep track, so let's say anything up through "Grace."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't think my chapters are going to get any longer. I usually work on this late at night , so longer chapters equal less sleep. And I don't think this is going to get up to 70 chapters . . . my guess is maybe 15 to 20 if the plot behaves itself. If not . . . who knows?
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Sam had been correct; the Tok'ra base was quite small, housing only a few dozen. However, it was a largely scientific establishment, and that bare handful of people possessed a massive amount of heavy but delicate equipment. Further, for strategic reasons, the complex had been constructed several kilometers from the Stargate.
Jack let out a loud groan the instant he realized this. "And we're supposed to be carrying this stuff from here all the way to the 'gate?"
Selmak nodded. "I'm afraid so."
O'Neill threw up his hands. "Oh, fer cryin' out loud. If it were just me, ya know, I wouldn't mind. But look at Daniel here."
"I'm fine, Jack," Daniel insisted, not wholly convincingly. He was keeping himself awake mostly by virtue of the powdered doughnuts he had eaten hastily before leaving the SGC.
"You know, Daniel," Sam observed with a small smile, "you're not fooling anyone."
"As a matter of fact-" Jack turned and stabbed a finger at his friend-"I don't think you should've come at all."
"I had to," Daniel argued. "Those lights in the forest-I want to know what they are and how to stop them." Well, he thought, at least I managed half the truth.
"Perhaps there are some spare sleeping chambers," Teal'c suggested. "Daniel Jackson might well benefit from a few hours rest there before joining the rest of us in our efforts."
"As a matter of fact, we do." Jacob's smile matched his daughter's. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
Jackson looked around at the others. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Nope." Jack patted his shoulder. "C'mon, Danny. Trust me, you could really use some beauty sleep right now. I've seen you much more hyper than this on way less sugar." The hand clamped down, and Daniel found himself being unwillingly pulled down the corridor.
"I don't need sleep," he repeated, but no one believed him any more than they had the first time.
-----
The moment his teammates were gone, Daniel sat down hard on the bed, letting out a soft groan at the sound of the lock clicking shut outside. He knew he would have to sleep eventually. Some medical reason or other-Janet would know. But not right now, he pleaded silently with his exhausted body. He just needed to think through this a little first. He was still struggling with even a basic comprehension of what was happening to him.
Right up to the time Jacob had reported the deaths of Lorrin and Tolrak, Daniel had still been able to hold onto the faint hope that his dream last night had been just that-a dream, and no more. But it was more. It had all actually happened, and Daniel had no idea how to deal with that. Sure, he didn't mind being reascended at least part of the time, but different circumstances would have been preferable.
Daniel decided that, since he was here anyway, he might as well rest. He didn't have to actually sleep right now. He was just going to lie down and close his eyes, just for a moment . . .
-----
"Dammit," Jack muttered. "What is wrong with him this morning?"
"I must admit, Daniel Jackson's behavior is quite worrisome," Teal'c agreed.
The three remaining members of SG-1 were dismantling and packing up a large computer, having safely deposited the recalcitrant archaeologist in his room and locked the door behind them just to be certain.
"Once Daniel gets some sleep, he'll probably be fine," Sam assured them. "Although it is pretty strange that he didn't want to."
Jack shook his head with a grin. "I gave up trying to understand that guy a long time ago. But he was having weird dreams last night. That could be part of it."
"What kind of dreams?" Teal'c asked.
"No idea, T. He wouldn't tell me. He was tossing around pretty bad, though."
"That doesn't sound good," Carter said worriedly. "Maybe I should check on him."
Teal'c nodded and stood up. "I will accompany you, Major Carter."
"I'll be along too," Jack called after them as he surveyed the mess of machine parts still scattered on the floor around him. "Just give me a minute to finish this up."
As he emerged from the now fully dismantled computer room shortly afterwards, Jack nearly ran into a young Tok'ra he didn't recognize who was sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction. She obviously recognized him though, for she addressed him by name: "I'm sorry, Colonel O'Neill. I didn't see you there. Do you know where Selmak is?"
"It's all right, I don't mind, and no, I haven't seen him. Do you have a name?"
"My name's Malik, sir," she said nervously. "If you see Selmak, please tell him that the lights are back."
"The lights?" Jack asked, drawing a blank for a second. "Oh-like the ones that were in the woods last night?"
Malik nodded. "But not in the forest this time. They're up in the sky, and the colors are different."
"Different how?" Jack asked sharply.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I didn't see them myself last night, but from what I hear they were part silver and part white, about equally divided. Right now it's nearly all silver."
"Thanks." Jack smiled at her, turning this new information over in his mind, unsucce. "I'll tell him if I see him."
Malik nodded nervously and hurried back the way she had come.
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O'Neill found his way back to the room where they had left Daniel; the door was now unlocked, and he pushed it open to find Sam seated on a chair next to the bed and Teal'c nowhere in sight. Daniel himself was asleep, although this wasn't necessarily a good thing; he was thrashing around again, and talking loudly in some language Jack didn't recognize.
"Hey, Carter," he said quietly, closing the door gently behind him. "Where'd T go?"
Sam looked around, her eyes full of concern. "We heard that the mysterious lights reported last night had returned, sir. Teal'c went to investigate."
"How long has Daniel been like this?" he asked, crossing the room and sitting down on the floor next to Sam's chair.
"Since before I got here," she answered. "I can't get him to wake up."
Jack sighed in frustration. "Neither could I, when he was like this last night. Eventually he woke up on his own. We'll just have to wait."
