Author's Note: I love you too, reviewers, lol. Special thanks to whoever put my story on their list, and triple thanks to Mike Pistorio who helped me out when I got stuck in the infirmary. Thanks you guys (and girls), please keep up the reviews. I will try to update before Sunday, but I have band camp. Perhaps Saturday afternoon.

On the other side of the wormhole, Daniel looked around carefully. Everything was carefully criticized, and when he was done looking around, he figured that this was similar to the Ancient architecture. Glancing back to Jack, it was obvious the general had come to the same conclusion. They two old friends were being led to another part of this...outpost by the rest of the expedition.

As they entered the room, Major Paris was leaned back in a chair, similar to that O'Neill found in Antarctica. She looked as if she was trying to operate it, with no success. Daniel and O'Neill both rushed to the chair and started searching for the ZPM. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a dud, and they could use it to reach Atlantis. They would know soon, as the duo was searching opposite sides of the seat's base for the powerful mechanism. They barely noticed Major Paris being helped out of the seat she was sitting in by the rest of her team.

"I found it!" Daniel almost shrieked in excitement.

I can't believe what I'm seeing, it's an actual ZPM that may link us up with Atlantis, the lost city of the Ancients, and be able to walk the halls of the hopefully beautiful city. I could be escorted around by Elizabeth, and she could show me everything they had found thus far... Daniel daydreamed happily, not noticing that Jack had already grabbed the ZPM and was calling to Daniel to follow them out of there.

"This is one for the record books..." Daniel muttered softly under his breath, a content smile spreading the width of his soft face.

He didn't notice O'Neill's frustrated face as he handed the ZPM to the second officer for safe keeping, "DANIEL!"

"Jack?" Daniel asked, looking a little dreamy-eyed still.

"Snap out of it, we still have to make it home. I want you to dial Earth", Jack told his dear friend, albeit sternly.

Dang it, Daniel, he's right, snap out of it and start dialing. But what if I dialed Atlantis from here? Jack would never approve... Daniel smirked silently and arose quickly, brushing himself off.

"Daniel?" Jack asked, looking at his friend's expression change, alarmed slightly.

Daniel ignored him and started punching the buttons for Atlantis. The logical side of him knew that it wouldn't work, no, it wouldn't work. But, surprisingly, it worked. As soon as the wormhole formed, Jack knew in his gut that something was up, but he sent his code through anyways.

Jumping through the 'gate, the last thing Daniel thought to himself was I wonder how that worked, if the ZPM is with us?

Arriving on the other side, he had to duck Jack's fist aimed straight for him. There were a couple of armed guards at the bottom of the ramp, but they were afraid to intervene. Neither of the best friends noticed they were being watched from all sides.

Daniel tried to get away from Jack, put found the only place to go was back through the wormhole, and that just wasn't feasible. If anything, he'd have to fight Jack, who was a MUCH better fighter than himself, and better trained as well. Daniel didn't stand a chance against his Commanding Officer. Not many people here did.

Just as the wormhole disappeared, Jack's fist landed a solid blow on Daniel's shoulder. Unfortunately for Daniel, it was his sore shoulder. His VERY sore shoulder. Flying backwards, the hurt archaeologist grabbed onto the side of the 'gate and caught himself. As he looked his dear friend in the eyes, he understood where that had come from, but his shoulder was too sore to beg forgiveness.

Sinking down to his knees, and trying to protect his shoulder from any more blows, Daniel just sat there quietly, pondering what was going to happen next.

"Medical team to the 'gate room", Elizabeth Weir called out over the intercom.

Holding back tears, Daniel watched through a silent haze as the medical team arrived and took Daniel away, Jack looking on with mixed emotions.

"I'm sorry, Danny", he thought he could hear Jack saying, just as he was rushed to the infirmary.

His left shoulder was bleeding...again. The second he was wheeled into the infirmary, Doctor Beckett walked in and just shook his head. He expected it to be Rodney, but luckily, it was only Daniel. Wait a minute...Daniel Jackson? How did he get here?

"Doctor Jackson?" Carson asked warily, unbelieving.

"Yeah, it's me", Daniel commented, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

Carson immediately walked over to some of his nurses who had started patching Daniel up and were now getting a line in, "What happened?"

"Sir, we're not sure, but we heard General O'Neill punched him in his shoulder." One of his nurses reported.

O'Neill? He was here too? Why didn't they ever tell Carson these things? And why did he punch Daniel? Weren't they best of friends?