Later that day, both teams sat in the newly-set-up lab. Carter was peering through a microscope at her 'dirt,' and Daniel was muttering to himself about translations. Jack was reading a book.
Teal'c asked, "What are you reading, O'Neill?"
Jack looked up, and showed Teal'c the cover. It said, "Bart Simpson's Guide to Life: A Wee Handbook for the Perplexed."
"It's useful," said Jack. When Carter and Daniel looked over, they tried to hide their smiles. "What?" said Jack. "I like the Simpsons."
"Yes, sir," said Carter. She continued looking through the microscope. After a minute, she said, "Daniel, come over here."
Daniel looked up. "What is it?"
"Look at that," she said, gesturing towards the microscope. She turned it towards him. Daniel adjusted his glasses, and then looked into the machine.
As he did so, he said, "You know I know nothing whatsoever about how microscopic pieces of dirt should look, right?"
"Yeah," said Sam, "But I think you'll see something here. Just want to make sure I'm not going crazy."
"Okay. Well, the only interesting thing I see is that it's got...uh, purple stuff in it." He looked up. "Is that normal?"
Sam smiled. "No. Okay, now look at this one." She replaced the dirty slide with a blank one, and put a few drops of a liquid onto it, yawning as she did so. "God, I'm so tired."
Daniel looked at her. "You okay?"
Sam was staring into space. Daniel poked her, and said, "Sam!"
Sam started. "What?"
Daniel said, "I asked if you were okay."
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." She gestured towards the microscope again.
Daniel looked in again, and said, "Purple again.."
Sam asked, "Why?"
Daniel looked up. "What?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why'd you ask if I was okay?"
"Uh, 'cause you said you were tired..."
"Oh, yeah. I was in the lab late last night looking at the soil samples...that purple stuff... back at the base. I lost track of time. It's nothing, really."
"Okay...so what's this stuff?"
"Um, that's from the stream we found behind the temple."
"So what's the significance of the purple stuff?"
"I don't know; I'll have to run some more tests on it to see what it is, exactly. But my instruments are picking up naquadah in the soil, and I think it might be a naquadah-something compound. Probably a transition metal, considering the color. If I can find out what it is, and what the combination does..."
"So that's what's making the plants so healthy?"
"I don't know, but it's the only unusual element in the soil." She yawned again.
Daniel frowned. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, fine." She grinned. "Stop worrying, Daniel."
"Okay." Daniel went back to his translations, now glancing at Sam every now and then. -------------------------------------------
A few hours later, Daniel looked up from his translations. "Hey, we going to have dinner?"
Jack reached down into a box next to which he was sitting, and took some stuff out of it. "Your turn, Danny-boy," he said, and threw it to Daniel. It was cold cuts and bread.
"Gee, thanks," said Daniel. He got up and started making sandwiches.
Sam got up too. "I'll help you, Daniel."
"So, Carter," said Jack. "You really need a week of this? Just looking at dirt for a whole week?"
"Sir," she said, cutting a sandwich in half, "there's more than just looking at dirt. Ideally, we should be able to figure out why the plants—"
"Carter," O'Neill cut in, "I don't care about the science stuff. Really. And if I did, I couldn't understand it anyway."
Carter smiled. "Yes, sir."
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In the middle of their 'dinner,' Sam got up stiffly, her sandwich only half finished. SG-4 had decided to eat outside, but all of SG-1 were inside.
"Carter?" asked Jack. "You all right?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I'm just...exhausted. I'm gonna fall asleep whether I... want to or not, so I might as well do it on a sleeping...bag..." she yawned, and swayed.
"Sam..." Daniel leaped up to catch her as she pitched forward.
"Daniel, what is wrong with Major Carter?" Teal'c asked, standing.
Daniel lowered Sam carefully to the ground. "I don't know," he said, checking her pulse. "She said she was tired a couple hours ago. Pulse is regular," he said. "We should get her back to Janet or something, Jack."
"Yeah," said Jack. "You guys start carrying her to the gate, and I'll tell Garham and his team."
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When they got back to the base, Sam still hadn't regained consciousness. As the wormhole disengaged, Dr. Janet Frasier rushed up to them. "What happened?" she asked.
"No idea," said Jack. "One minute she was eating her sandwich, the next she was...asleep, or whatever she...is now."
"She said she was tired," Daniel interjected. "I asked her about it, but she said she'd just stayed up late last night..."
While they were talking, Janet had been checking Sam out. "Well, I'll need to do more tests, but it looks like she's just...asleep. She's definitely not in a coma. And her vitals are all normal, she doesn't have a temperature..."
"So..." Jack said.
"So, I can't find anything wrong with her."
"Other than the fact that she's unconscious," said Daniel.
"Yes," said Janet.
"'Deep slumber...,'" said Daniel. The three conscious members of SG-1 looked at each other. Daniel said, "We've got to go back. I need to translate the stuff in that temple."