"You gave him cookies?"
"Not just any cookies, Daniel. I gave him Oreos."
Carter rolled her eyes, grinning.
Daniel scowled.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to go try to get him to come out and talk?"
"Hey, don't be mad at me. I didn't want to go in the first place, remember? I wanted to stay here and guard your butt, and you wouldn't let me." He shrugged. "Besides, I didn't think he'd really come when I called him."
"Well, we know better, now, don't we?" Sam said, smiling at the look on Daniel's face.
"Have you learned anything more about these Mayan folk and the other ones?" Jack asked, changing the subject.
"A little bit." Daniels looked at the section of the wall. "It appears that these peoples' god doesn't like the Goa'uld, or just didn't like the way the Goa'uld was treating the Mayan people he'd brought through the gate – or maybe he didn't like the uninvited company... I'm not sure, yet..."
"Daniel..."
He was rambling. A sign of how much mental work he was doing, and how much pressure he was putting on himself to get the translation done as quickly as he could.
"Sorry."
"So their god didn't like the Goa'uld? What did he do?"
"Disintegrated him."
"Really?"
"That's what it says. It says he – I wish I knew this symbol – called forth the lightning from a clear sky, and struck down the evil god, freeing the slaves of the ring."
"Wow."
"Yup."
"So then what?"
"Well, the people here couldn't understand the Mayans, and vice versa, so they had a lot of trouble communicating at first."
"I can relate to that."
Daniel scowled at the reminder that he'd missed out on first contact with the aliens.
"So what did they do?" Sam asked.
"They learned each other's languages. The people took the Mayan refugees in and took care of them, and eventually they started communicating."
"So then what?" Jack asked. "Are the Mayans still here? Did they integrate with the other folk?"
"I'm not sure." Daniel rubbed his face tiredly, and Jack decided he needed a break from staring at the wall or a while.
"Time for a break, Daniel."
"What?"
"You need to take a break. Rest your eyes. Get something to eat."
"I don't want to take a break, Jack. I want to find out what happens."
"I do, too, Daniel. But you need a break before you go cross-eyed."
Jack stood up, and reached down and pulled Daniel to his feet as well.
"Jack! I don't want to take a break."
"Sure you do. Jeeze, you must have to go to the bathroom, at least."
"But-"
"Daniel. Do what I tell you, okay?"
"Jack-"
"Daniel," Sam interrupted before the two of them could really start to argue. "Why don't you come with me? We'll get a bite to eat, and you can rest your eyes. You do look a little tired."
Great. When they ganged up on him, Daniel knew he didn't have a chance. When Sam didn't agree with Jack, it was always possible that she could convince him to change his mind, but Daniel knew that wasn't going to happen this time. He sighed, and shrugged.
"Fine. I'll eat, and take a break. But not for long." Besides, he did have to pee.
His break ended up being longer than he'd intended. Daniel had sat down near the fire, leaning against one of the big sun-warmed rocks, and had demolished a huge meal that Sam brought him. While the others watched, he fell asleep with the empty plate on his lap.
Carter looked at Jack, wondering if he were going to wake him up so he wouldn't miss any time for translating, but Jack shook his head. Daniel needed the sleep or he wouldn't have checked out so quickly.
"Let him sleep, Sam," Jack murmured, softly. "If he wakes up mad, tell him I ordered you to, and if he has a problem with it to come find me."
"Where are you going?"
"Over to look at the wall."
"You're not going to do anything to it, are you?"
Jack gave her an innocent look, and grinned. "What could I possibly do to it, Sam?" He asked. "I just want to go look at it."
She didn't look convinced, but Jack didn't say anything else. He stood up, debated the temperature to decide if Daniel needed to be covered with a blanket – there were clouds building up on the horizon, but the day was very warm and mild – and decided he would be okay without one. Then he headed for the ruins, with Jaffer at his side.
Carter shook her head, but she was smiling as she watched him go.
.................
Jack walked over to the wall, and crouched down next to it, running his fingers along the chiseled symbols and wishing for the first time he could really remember that he could do what Daniel did.
Jaffer sneezed, and Jack looked over at his dog, grinning when he saw Jaffer had returned to the hole in the wall he'd made earlier in their visit.
"You stay out of that stuff, little man."
The big lab wagged his tail, giving Jack an innocent look that said he wasn't planning on doing anything – which of course, Jack didn't buy for a second. He called Jaffer close to himself, and picked up Daniel's notebook, and started thumbing through it, looking at the symbols, and the translations, glad that Daniel's handwriting was readable.
Jaffer looked at Jack reproachfully, as if the dog was well aware that Jack was doing something he wasn't supposed to be. Jack gave him an innocent look.
"Relax. I'm not going to do mess it up. I'm just looking."
Jaffer sneezed, but the look he gave Jack told him he didn't by that anymore than Daniel would have. Jack ignored the look, and resumed his rummaging through the notes, looking for something he could actually use the next time he saw Y'soa.
"Not just any cookies, Daniel. I gave him Oreos."
Carter rolled her eyes, grinning.
Daniel scowled.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to go try to get him to come out and talk?"
"Hey, don't be mad at me. I didn't want to go in the first place, remember? I wanted to stay here and guard your butt, and you wouldn't let me." He shrugged. "Besides, I didn't think he'd really come when I called him."
"Well, we know better, now, don't we?" Sam said, smiling at the look on Daniel's face.
"Have you learned anything more about these Mayan folk and the other ones?" Jack asked, changing the subject.
"A little bit." Daniels looked at the section of the wall. "It appears that these peoples' god doesn't like the Goa'uld, or just didn't like the way the Goa'uld was treating the Mayan people he'd brought through the gate – or maybe he didn't like the uninvited company... I'm not sure, yet..."
"Daniel..."
He was rambling. A sign of how much mental work he was doing, and how much pressure he was putting on himself to get the translation done as quickly as he could.
"Sorry."
"So their god didn't like the Goa'uld? What did he do?"
"Disintegrated him."
"Really?"
"That's what it says. It says he – I wish I knew this symbol – called forth the lightning from a clear sky, and struck down the evil god, freeing the slaves of the ring."
"Wow."
"Yup."
"So then what?"
"Well, the people here couldn't understand the Mayans, and vice versa, so they had a lot of trouble communicating at first."
"I can relate to that."
Daniel scowled at the reminder that he'd missed out on first contact with the aliens.
"So what did they do?" Sam asked.
"They learned each other's languages. The people took the Mayan refugees in and took care of them, and eventually they started communicating."
"So then what?" Jack asked. "Are the Mayans still here? Did they integrate with the other folk?"
"I'm not sure." Daniel rubbed his face tiredly, and Jack decided he needed a break from staring at the wall or a while.
"Time for a break, Daniel."
"What?"
"You need to take a break. Rest your eyes. Get something to eat."
"I don't want to take a break, Jack. I want to find out what happens."
"I do, too, Daniel. But you need a break before you go cross-eyed."
Jack stood up, and reached down and pulled Daniel to his feet as well.
"Jack! I don't want to take a break."
"Sure you do. Jeeze, you must have to go to the bathroom, at least."
"But-"
"Daniel. Do what I tell you, okay?"
"Jack-"
"Daniel," Sam interrupted before the two of them could really start to argue. "Why don't you come with me? We'll get a bite to eat, and you can rest your eyes. You do look a little tired."
Great. When they ganged up on him, Daniel knew he didn't have a chance. When Sam didn't agree with Jack, it was always possible that she could convince him to change his mind, but Daniel knew that wasn't going to happen this time. He sighed, and shrugged.
"Fine. I'll eat, and take a break. But not for long." Besides, he did have to pee.
His break ended up being longer than he'd intended. Daniel had sat down near the fire, leaning against one of the big sun-warmed rocks, and had demolished a huge meal that Sam brought him. While the others watched, he fell asleep with the empty plate on his lap.
Carter looked at Jack, wondering if he were going to wake him up so he wouldn't miss any time for translating, but Jack shook his head. Daniel needed the sleep or he wouldn't have checked out so quickly.
"Let him sleep, Sam," Jack murmured, softly. "If he wakes up mad, tell him I ordered you to, and if he has a problem with it to come find me."
"Where are you going?"
"Over to look at the wall."
"You're not going to do anything to it, are you?"
Jack gave her an innocent look, and grinned. "What could I possibly do to it, Sam?" He asked. "I just want to go look at it."
She didn't look convinced, but Jack didn't say anything else. He stood up, debated the temperature to decide if Daniel needed to be covered with a blanket – there were clouds building up on the horizon, but the day was very warm and mild – and decided he would be okay without one. Then he headed for the ruins, with Jaffer at his side.
Carter shook her head, but she was smiling as she watched him go.
.................
Jack walked over to the wall, and crouched down next to it, running his fingers along the chiseled symbols and wishing for the first time he could really remember that he could do what Daniel did.
Jaffer sneezed, and Jack looked over at his dog, grinning when he saw Jaffer had returned to the hole in the wall he'd made earlier in their visit.
"You stay out of that stuff, little man."
The big lab wagged his tail, giving Jack an innocent look that said he wasn't planning on doing anything – which of course, Jack didn't buy for a second. He called Jaffer close to himself, and picked up Daniel's notebook, and started thumbing through it, looking at the symbols, and the translations, glad that Daniel's handwriting was readable.
Jaffer looked at Jack reproachfully, as if the dog was well aware that Jack was doing something he wasn't supposed to be. Jack gave him an innocent look.
"Relax. I'm not going to do mess it up. I'm just looking."
Jaffer sneezed, but the look he gave Jack told him he didn't by that anymore than Daniel would have. Jack ignored the look, and resumed his rummaging through the notes, looking for something he could actually use the next time he saw Y'soa.