AN: This chapter has been revised thanks to some helpful notes from Tony. Thanks, Tony! It's essentially the same, only a little smoother now and little bit more dialogue, so read it only if you want to.

Jenna found herself in a very dark place. Not the darkness that oppresses and weighs down on a person but an endless black void. She looked down at herself and found that her skin was shrouded in a faint glow, barely strong enough for her to see the tip of her fingers. And as the silvery sheen grew brighter, as gentle shadows played across her skin, she realized she wasn't its source, that it came from above.

Jenna looked up and watched the cloud of light drift down to hover before her. The center seemed solid surrounded by drifting tendrils of white. It took but a second for it to dawn on her, "You're one of the Ascended, aren't you?"

"Yes," came the voice. Jenna wasn't sure if it was masculine or feminine, but she was leaning toward the former.

"I'm dying, aren't I?" she asked.

"That's a matter of opinion. What do you think?"

"I think that you're not here to help me ascend," Jenna stated. "Are you?" she asked, tilting her head at the tendrils slowly bobbing and weaving before her. "Why are you here?"

"During the journey of life, one must consider the influence of others or risk continuing alone on a non-divergent path."

"And that means…what exactly?"

"You are dying because you have chosen to."

"Chosen to?" she asked in disbelief. "I have broken ribs, a punctured lung and possibly a shattered spine last I looked and a symbiote stretched beyond her limits. It seems death would be a definite assumption not a choice."

"And yet you survived death before," came the calm response.

"That was different," Jenna said putting her hand through her hair. She brought her braid around and began running it through her fingers in thought. "That had to do more with the circumstances of my death." Jenna thought back. She couldn't recall her actual death, but the time that surrounded it was clear. It was in the alternate reality where she had come from. "Ama Desala was killing people and I was just the right bait to stop her."

"Why do you think that is? Why you and not someone else?"

"Because I was the only one to have survived an attack. The only one able to hold onto her long enough for what needed to be done." She remembered the calm of finality that swept through her as she stood in front of the stargate before she had trapped Ama within her mind long enough for the gate to be activated. "It should have worked. She should have died when I did. Instead we ended up here. I guess she was more powerful than I thought."

"Do you really think that you surviving the physical annihilation of your body was just a chance occurrence because of your involvement with one who had ascended?"

"Don't you?" she asked. She'd speculated that her "survival" had been the result of how Ama's power had reacted to the stargate's activation. Now she wasn't so sure. "Tell me what you know. But could you do it in human form, the whole drifting tendril thing is kind of weirding me out."

"Very well." In a blink the light coalesce into a handsome, well-groomed man at least six feet tall, give or take an inch, with piercing blue eyes and brown hair. The cream colored sweater he wore added to the warmth that continued to radiate from his lightly tanned skin. He exuded a confidence and wisdom that was tempered by a smile that would put anyone at ease. He looked vaguely familiar.

"Do I know you?" Jenna asked.

"We were never formally introduced," he said, broadening his smile.

Jenna raised her eyebrows as it dawned on her. "You're Daniel Jackson, aren't you? I saw a picture of you with the rest of SG-1 in Jack's office once. Funny, Jack's spoken of you a few times and from what he's said, I would never have taken you for one to speak in metaphor."

"Yes, well, I guess I've been hanging around Oma too much," Daniel said.

"Well that whole journey of life thing you said sounded good."

"Thanks, it just came to me."

"You should right a book." They stood a second before Jenna clapped her hands together. "So why are you here if not to help me ascend?"

"Because I can't let you just give up," Daniel said with sincerity. "You mean too much to some friends of mine and I believe you still have much to offer."

"Like?" Jenna asked drawing out the word as she said it.

"I don't know exactly. It's something your going to have to live to find out."

"Look, I appreciate you being here to help me. I really do," she said, eyebrows raised. "But aren't you supposed to be all-knowing or something? I thought all those who ascended were supposed to be hip to what's going on."

Daniel bent his head down and sighed. He didn't think he'd ever meet anyone who had the potential to be as difficult as Jack. He thought how similar they seemed to be and when he looked back up at her he saw that even her pose was the same. "Hang out with Jack much?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Never mind," he said, getting back on track. "Ascension doesn't make a person all-knowing, it's the next step in enlightenment and the acquisition of knowledge and, under Oma, guiding those who seek it to their own enlightenment."

"Right…"

"The point is, Jenna," Daniel said gesturing toward her, "The potential for more is there within you. Your journey in this life isn't over yet. All you need is faith."

Daniel placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning and walking away.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"I've said what needed to be said," Daniel said, glancing back at her. "It's time for you to return home before you're missed."

"Back? How?" she asked the departing figure.

"Just follow the yellow brick road," Daniel called back as he continued walking away.

"What?" Jenna glanced around the darkness and there it was beside her, beginning at her feet and leading off toward a door just a few feet away. When she glanced back Daniel was gone and the darkness returned save for a gentle glow coming from the 'road' and its door. "Wonderful," she said sarcastically not really knowing what to make of the situation.

Having nothing to lose, Jenna stepped upon the bricks and walked to the door. She reached for the handle and started to push. It wasn't as easy as she assumed. What else is new, she thought. She kept pushing and pushing until finally she fell through.

AN: Did anyone honestly think I would kill off that girl again? I think that you should know by now that it's all about the drama. ;) What's a story without coming close to death a few times and you can't have someone dying without Daniel being there. After all, no one's died as much as he has…well except maybe Jack. Anyway, tell me what you think. And as for Daniel, he may or may not pop his head in again.