The secret lab had a fair-sized bedroom hidden in a room off the main hanger bay. It was furnished with a closet – where Daniel saw that Mitchell had a few sets of BDUs hanging – a stand that held a couple of photos in glass frames – one of Jack and a guy that Daniel didn't know, probably Mitchell's brother, Michael; one of SG-2 as it had been with Mitchell at the controls; and one of Melony and Brad Anderson. Also on the stand was a photo album that was handsomely bound in black leather. Even better, the room had a bed that was bigger than any Daniel had ever seen before. About twice the size of a king sized bed.

"Wow..."

She smiled at his reaction to the bed, and shrugged. "I figured I was allowed one luxury."

"It's pretty big."

"Yup." She grabbed a uniform out of the closet, and pointed to a door that he hadn't noticed. "There's a bathroom in there, complete with a shower and real running water. Go ahead and get some sleep, or take a shower, or whatever. I need to take care of some things."

"You're not tired?"

"I have things to take care of, first."

"It's a pretty big bed, Colonel. I'm sure we could share it without-"

She laughed. "I'm not worried about sharing a bed with you, Daniel. I need to get some work done, first. If you wake up and find me next to you, you'll know I finished it."

He smiled. As tired as he was, a shower sounded good. Too good to pass up. Who knew when he'd have another chance in the next few weeks? He dropped the pack he'd brought from the ship and nodded.

"Then I'll take you up on the offer, Melony."

"Good." She slapped his back companionably, and then left him alone, closing the door to the bedroom and heading back to the hanger to get started on all that she had to do.

Daniel searched through his bag for a clean uniform and then headed into the bathroom. It was a lot like his bathroom on Earth, with a few significant differences. There was no bathtub, for one thing. The shower didn't have walls, either, but it was huge. Plenty big enough that the water from the showerhead wouldn't spray all over the rest of the room. There was an ingenious drain system in the floor that trapped the flow of water into a single pipe. Daniel wondered where she'd found water on this desolate planet, and filed that question away to ask later.

Twenty minutes later, he was showered and clean. Wearing a t-shirt and BDU pants, he walked out of the bathroom with his hair still damp and his dirty clothes under his arm. He found a tray sitting on the large bed, and smiled at her thoughtfulness. It held a cup of coffee, a sandwich and a bowl of soup. Not a huge meal – which would have probably kept him awake – but enough of a snack that he wouldn't be hungry enough to be kept awake by a growling stomach, either. Putting the clothes in his bag, he went over and sat on the bed, taking a sip of the coffee and pulling the photo album from the stand so he could look through it while he ate.

There were pictures of everyone from the SGC. Mainly Jack and Anderson, although there were also quite a few of SG-2, and even a fair number of SG- 1; Teal'c, Daniel and Sam. Most of these had been taken at Mitchell's farewell party, Daniel saw. He smiled, thinking that the album was a nice touch, and then felt a slight pang of what could only be called homesickness. He wished he'd brought some pictures of Sam and the others. He'd never felt more distant from them than he was just then.

With a sigh, Daniel finished his meal, carefully put the album back where he'd found it, and slid under the blankets. There was a reason he was away from them. He was trying to do some good. A little homesickness wasn't going to kill him. Of course, Melony's crazy scheme might, but he squashed that particular thought. He had some faith in her technology, and was sure that they had at least a slight chance of making it out of this alive. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, and it was enough to keep him from agonizing over his decision to join her. He took his glasses off, luxuriating in the softness of the bed, and was asleep almost immediately.

...................

While Daniel slept, Melony worked. She had a lot to do, and although she knew he was more than willing to help her if she'd just ask, Mitchell knew that it'd be easier to do it herself than explain to him what needed to be done. She recalibrated the fail-safe device to respond not only to her, but to Daniel, and used the DNA sample that she'd taken from him to introduce him to the device. Then she double-checked the thing to make sure it was operating properly, and at full capacity. She ran Fugly through a complete systems check, and then did the same with the ship that she was going to use once she and Daniel blew Fugly up. Then she stored all the supplies that she knew they'd need – far more than she'd have needed if it were just her on this crazy adventure.

She took the opportunity to make a better chair for Daniel to sit in while the ship was underway, bonding a spare command chair to the deck of the 'bridge' of Fugly. It looked like hers, but it didn't have all the command panels on the arms, so she wouldn't have to worry about him touching something he shouldn't, and he'd be safer in the event of something happening to the inertia dampeners. Better safe than sorry.

When she was done with that, she sent Jack a message, using the wrist device that she and Talon had made. It wasn't much of a message, she knew. She simply told him they'd arrived safely and were proceeding to plan and that Daniel was fine. She promised to stay in touch, and then signed off. With a tired sigh, she headed for her bedroom, ready for some sleep.

Daniel was sprawled in her bed. Literally, he was sprawled. She'd never have imagined that anyone as slim as he was could take up so much room in a bed that size, but he was. She smiled, glad that her bed was as big as it was. Otherwise, she'd have ended up waking him up. As it was, she slid into the bed next to him, although she didn't bother with the blankets. She wasn't cold enough to try and wrestle them away from Daniel, who was hogging them as well. With a tired sigh, she closed her eyes, not at all bothered by the presence of the man sleeping next to her. After all, she was used to having Talon hanging out in her head, she could handle one snoring archeologist.

She was asleep before Daniel even cuddled up against her, mumbling something in his sleep.