Daniel woke again, and tried to look around. He couldn't, however,
because Sam, Teal'c and Jack were surrounding the bed and peering down at
him. "Talk about claustrophobia," he mumbled. The rest of SG-1 realized
he was awake, and moved back. "Thanks," he said.
"Sure," Sam said. She smiled reassuringly, but there was worry in her eyes.
"Hey," he told her, "I'm not dead yet."
She looked confusedly at him. "Stop worrying," he said hoarsely. Sam smiled distractedly, then turned as she heard the unmistakable clicks of Janet's heels" everyone besides her at the SGC wore combat boots.
"Well," Daniel heard Janet say, "Teal'c and SG-8 are clean." She approached Daniel, and said, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm gonna get really tired of that question," Daniel grumbled.
"Now, now, Daniel," scolded Jack, "you promised you'd cooperate with the good doctor." Teal'c looked at him and raised one eyebrow.
Daniel sighed, but said, "The same as before. What about Jack's blood sample?"
"Well, uh..." Janet looked at Jack. "Your blood sample had the foreign material in it."
Jack groaned. "So now what?"
"Well, sir, I'm going to have to insist that you stay here tonight."
"Aw, doc—"
"Now, now, Jack," said Daniel hoarsely. Sam and Janet grinned as Jack scowled.
"Fine," he said grumpily. "Guess you're getting a roommate, Danny."
Sam said, sighing, "You're going to make me stay here too, aren't you?"
"Yes," Janet admitted.
"Oh, well," Sam said. "At least I'll get some work done with that dirt."
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Daniel woke suddenly, and sat up, gasping.
He was back on PY1-486, in the temple he'd found. "What...?" he murmured. He got up, cautiously; then, when he didn't feel dizzy or faint, walked to the door.
"What the hell is going on?" He saw something from out of the corner of his eye, and turned.
Nothing.
Daniel frowned, and looked towards where the Stargate was.
Shao're was there.
"Okay, I'm dreaming," he said. "Wake up, Daniel."
Shao're started to walk over.
"You're dead!" he called. "God, whoever you are, don't you dare torture me with her. I know she's dead. We buried her!"
She was in front of him now. "My Dan-yel," she said softly.
"You're dead," he said, equally as quiet.
"No," she said, and kissed him.
It was real.
"Shao're," he said, "What...what's going on? Why am I...why are we here?"
"You left me," she said sorrowfully.
"I...I what?"
"You left me," she repeated. "When I was stolen, you came for me, but you did not succeed. You joined the Tau'ri to find me, but instead of trying to find me you tried to learn about new cultures. Your wife was out there, and you enjoyed learning about the Mongols and Greeks! You betrayed me!"
"Shao're—"
"No," she said. "This time you will listen to me! When you found me, you took my son and left me to be retaken by Apophis. Then you found me again, and you allowed your friend to shoot me down with his staff weapon. I was not dead, Dan-yel! You buried me alive. My rescuers truly love me."
"Shao're!"
"No! I am one of them now, and we hate you."
"Shao're—"
"You will listen! We hate you, as we hate all men." She raised her arms, and called out, "Hei-ya!"
Women came past him from left and right, and he turned. The temple was filled with women, all of whom were looking at him with hateful eyes. He turned, and tried one last time. "Shao're, I love you."
"But I no longer love you," she hissed, and slapped him. "I have learned better."
Daniel stared at Shao're, appalled.
"Hai," she said, and the woman walked into the forest. Shao're followed them, giving him one last hateful glance before she vanished into the dark trees.
Daniel gazed at the forest for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes. He sat down.
"Daniel!"
He turned his head, and saw Sam behind him.
"Come on, let's go."
Daniel got up slowly.
"Hurry up!" Sam called. "We don't have all day, you know."
"I saw Shao're," he said.
Sam sighed, annoyed. "Shao're's dead, Daniel."
"I—I know that. But she said..."
"She's dead, Daniel," Sam repeated. "Dead people can't say anything!"
Daniel shook his head. "What's going on, anyway?" He asked. "I was sick—"
Sam frowned. "Yeah, like a month ago," she said. "Daniel, come on."
He stared at her for a minute, then shook her head and followed her to the stargate.
On their way to the DHD, Sam sighed loudly and said, "We better get you to Janet; you're acting weird again."
Daniel blinked at her. "What?"
Sam glared at him. "I said—"
"No," he interrupted. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah," she said, as they got to the DHD. "With you." She dialed Earth, and then ran up to the stargate. "Come on," she called, and walked through it.
"What's going on?" he murmured, as he walked up to the gate. He gazed at the event horizon, then walked through it.
"...acting weird again," he heard Sam say as he came through the gate. "I suppose I should get him to Janet again." She laughed. "Poor woman."
"Hey," he said. "What's going on?" Sam had been talking to a female guard in the gateroom.
Sam sighed patiently. "Come on, Daniel," she said, as though talking to a little kid. "It's time to go to Janet now." Throwing a wry look at the guard, she came over and threw her arm around his shoulder. Daniel, stunned, let her lead him out of the gate room.
Janet met them on the way to the infirmary. "Hey, Daniel," she said, again as if talking to a kid. "How are you doing?"
Daniel stared at her, and then wrenched himself away from Sam and turned to face them both. "What is going on?!" he asked desperately.
Sam sighed audibly. "Daniel, nothing is going on. Nothing except you've come back from another mission, babbling again. Why don't you just apply for a desk job? I mean, yes, you're good at translations, but you're awful at missions. I should've known you'd be weird. You look geeky, and you sure are a geek. And I think you lost it when Shao're died. It's not like you hadn't lost her already! God, you're so weak!" She stormed away. Daniel stared at her retreating back.
Janet sighed softly. "Come on, Daniel," she said briskly. She started to walk to the infirmary again, but stopped when Daniel said softly, "Janet."
Janet turned, and Daniel said, almost in tears, "What's going on? Why is she mad at me?"
Janet looked at Daniel calmly. "Daniel, if you can't calm down, I'm going to have to sedate you again."
"Again?" He laughed, slightly hysterical. "When was the last time you sedated me? Yesterday?"
Janet frowned. "No, it was last week. Come on, Daniel. Let's get you to the infirmary."
Daniel let her lead him away, half laughing, half crying. Had he gone crazy? He didn't know. Could an entire week—month—have vanished from his life? Or was it more? Daniel sat sobbing as Janet slid the needle into his arm, and cried himself to sleep.
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"Come on, wake up," Sam whispered again. "C'mon, Daniel, it's just a dream."
Daniel was shivering and sobbing in his sleep. "Daniel," Sam said, "You need to wake up now. It's all right, it's just a dream..."
"Sam?" Daniel hiccupped.
"Daniel?" Sam asked. Thank god, I was really worried. I was about to wake Janet. How are you doing?"
He thought, and realized that, unlike in—was it a dream?—he didn't know—he felt sick again. "I was dreaming?" he asked shakily.
Sam frowned, worried. "Yeah," she said. "Are you okay?"
Daniel laughed shakily. "I doubt it," he said.
"Should I get Janet?"
Daniel looked at Sam sharply. She'll sedate me again, he thought. Then: No, that was a dream. It had to be.
"Daniel?"
Daniel shook his head, then winced at the pain. "Cold," he said, still shivering.
"I'll get a blanket."
Daniel nodded, and concentrated on breathing.
"Here, Sam said, and put a blanket around his shoulders.
"Thanks," he said.
They sat in silence for a minute, then she said, "You wanna talk about it?"
Silence.
Is he asleep? Sam thought. She looked over, but Daniel's eyes were open.
"Shao're," Daniel said finally. "She was on the planet, and she said I'd betrayed her. And she slapped me, and then you came—and you acted so weird. Like I was a little kid and you were a—an annoyed babysitter."
"Daniel, Shao're loved you."
Daniel nodded numbly.
Sam sighed, knowing from experience that it wasn't that simple.
"Sam."
"Yeah?"
"What time is it?"
Sam checked her watch. "Uh, 2:30."
"Oh," said Daniel. He cleared his throat. "Why are you awake?"
Sam shrugged. "Not tired," she said.
"Oh." Daniel yawned, and Sam smiled. "Daniel," she said, "you should go to sleep."
"I can't," he said, a note of fear in his voice.
Sam looked sympathetically at him. "Daniel, you have to sleep."
He shook his head. "I don't ever want to have a dream like that again," he said stubbornly.
Sam sighed. "You can't stay awake forever, Daniel."
"I can try," he said softly.
"Sure," Sam said. She smiled reassuringly, but there was worry in her eyes.
"Hey," he told her, "I'm not dead yet."
She looked confusedly at him. "Stop worrying," he said hoarsely. Sam smiled distractedly, then turned as she heard the unmistakable clicks of Janet's heels" everyone besides her at the SGC wore combat boots.
"Well," Daniel heard Janet say, "Teal'c and SG-8 are clean." She approached Daniel, and said, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm gonna get really tired of that question," Daniel grumbled.
"Now, now, Daniel," scolded Jack, "you promised you'd cooperate with the good doctor." Teal'c looked at him and raised one eyebrow.
Daniel sighed, but said, "The same as before. What about Jack's blood sample?"
"Well, uh..." Janet looked at Jack. "Your blood sample had the foreign material in it."
Jack groaned. "So now what?"
"Well, sir, I'm going to have to insist that you stay here tonight."
"Aw, doc—"
"Now, now, Jack," said Daniel hoarsely. Sam and Janet grinned as Jack scowled.
"Fine," he said grumpily. "Guess you're getting a roommate, Danny."
Sam said, sighing, "You're going to make me stay here too, aren't you?"
"Yes," Janet admitted.
"Oh, well," Sam said. "At least I'll get some work done with that dirt."
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Daniel woke suddenly, and sat up, gasping.
He was back on PY1-486, in the temple he'd found. "What...?" he murmured. He got up, cautiously; then, when he didn't feel dizzy or faint, walked to the door.
"What the hell is going on?" He saw something from out of the corner of his eye, and turned.
Nothing.
Daniel frowned, and looked towards where the Stargate was.
Shao're was there.
"Okay, I'm dreaming," he said. "Wake up, Daniel."
Shao're started to walk over.
"You're dead!" he called. "God, whoever you are, don't you dare torture me with her. I know she's dead. We buried her!"
She was in front of him now. "My Dan-yel," she said softly.
"You're dead," he said, equally as quiet.
"No," she said, and kissed him.
It was real.
"Shao're," he said, "What...what's going on? Why am I...why are we here?"
"You left me," she said sorrowfully.
"I...I what?"
"You left me," she repeated. "When I was stolen, you came for me, but you did not succeed. You joined the Tau'ri to find me, but instead of trying to find me you tried to learn about new cultures. Your wife was out there, and you enjoyed learning about the Mongols and Greeks! You betrayed me!"
"Shao're—"
"No," she said. "This time you will listen to me! When you found me, you took my son and left me to be retaken by Apophis. Then you found me again, and you allowed your friend to shoot me down with his staff weapon. I was not dead, Dan-yel! You buried me alive. My rescuers truly love me."
"Shao're!"
"No! I am one of them now, and we hate you."
"Shao're—"
"You will listen! We hate you, as we hate all men." She raised her arms, and called out, "Hei-ya!"
Women came past him from left and right, and he turned. The temple was filled with women, all of whom were looking at him with hateful eyes. He turned, and tried one last time. "Shao're, I love you."
"But I no longer love you," she hissed, and slapped him. "I have learned better."
Daniel stared at Shao're, appalled.
"Hai," she said, and the woman walked into the forest. Shao're followed them, giving him one last hateful glance before she vanished into the dark trees.
Daniel gazed at the forest for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes. He sat down.
"Daniel!"
He turned his head, and saw Sam behind him.
"Come on, let's go."
Daniel got up slowly.
"Hurry up!" Sam called. "We don't have all day, you know."
"I saw Shao're," he said.
Sam sighed, annoyed. "Shao're's dead, Daniel."
"I—I know that. But she said..."
"She's dead, Daniel," Sam repeated. "Dead people can't say anything!"
Daniel shook his head. "What's going on, anyway?" He asked. "I was sick—"
Sam frowned. "Yeah, like a month ago," she said. "Daniel, come on."
He stared at her for a minute, then shook her head and followed her to the stargate.
On their way to the DHD, Sam sighed loudly and said, "We better get you to Janet; you're acting weird again."
Daniel blinked at her. "What?"
Sam glared at him. "I said—"
"No," he interrupted. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah," she said, as they got to the DHD. "With you." She dialed Earth, and then ran up to the stargate. "Come on," she called, and walked through it.
"What's going on?" he murmured, as he walked up to the gate. He gazed at the event horizon, then walked through it.
"...acting weird again," he heard Sam say as he came through the gate. "I suppose I should get him to Janet again." She laughed. "Poor woman."
"Hey," he said. "What's going on?" Sam had been talking to a female guard in the gateroom.
Sam sighed patiently. "Come on, Daniel," she said, as though talking to a little kid. "It's time to go to Janet now." Throwing a wry look at the guard, she came over and threw her arm around his shoulder. Daniel, stunned, let her lead him out of the gate room.
Janet met them on the way to the infirmary. "Hey, Daniel," she said, again as if talking to a kid. "How are you doing?"
Daniel stared at her, and then wrenched himself away from Sam and turned to face them both. "What is going on?!" he asked desperately.
Sam sighed audibly. "Daniel, nothing is going on. Nothing except you've come back from another mission, babbling again. Why don't you just apply for a desk job? I mean, yes, you're good at translations, but you're awful at missions. I should've known you'd be weird. You look geeky, and you sure are a geek. And I think you lost it when Shao're died. It's not like you hadn't lost her already! God, you're so weak!" She stormed away. Daniel stared at her retreating back.
Janet sighed softly. "Come on, Daniel," she said briskly. She started to walk to the infirmary again, but stopped when Daniel said softly, "Janet."
Janet turned, and Daniel said, almost in tears, "What's going on? Why is she mad at me?"
Janet looked at Daniel calmly. "Daniel, if you can't calm down, I'm going to have to sedate you again."
"Again?" He laughed, slightly hysterical. "When was the last time you sedated me? Yesterday?"
Janet frowned. "No, it was last week. Come on, Daniel. Let's get you to the infirmary."
Daniel let her lead him away, half laughing, half crying. Had he gone crazy? He didn't know. Could an entire week—month—have vanished from his life? Or was it more? Daniel sat sobbing as Janet slid the needle into his arm, and cried himself to sleep.
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"Come on, wake up," Sam whispered again. "C'mon, Daniel, it's just a dream."
Daniel was shivering and sobbing in his sleep. "Daniel," Sam said, "You need to wake up now. It's all right, it's just a dream..."
"Sam?" Daniel hiccupped.
"Daniel?" Sam asked. Thank god, I was really worried. I was about to wake Janet. How are you doing?"
He thought, and realized that, unlike in—was it a dream?—he didn't know—he felt sick again. "I was dreaming?" he asked shakily.
Sam frowned, worried. "Yeah," she said. "Are you okay?"
Daniel laughed shakily. "I doubt it," he said.
"Should I get Janet?"
Daniel looked at Sam sharply. She'll sedate me again, he thought. Then: No, that was a dream. It had to be.
"Daniel?"
Daniel shook his head, then winced at the pain. "Cold," he said, still shivering.
"I'll get a blanket."
Daniel nodded, and concentrated on breathing.
"Here, Sam said, and put a blanket around his shoulders.
"Thanks," he said.
They sat in silence for a minute, then she said, "You wanna talk about it?"
Silence.
Is he asleep? Sam thought. She looked over, but Daniel's eyes were open.
"Shao're," Daniel said finally. "She was on the planet, and she said I'd betrayed her. And she slapped me, and then you came—and you acted so weird. Like I was a little kid and you were a—an annoyed babysitter."
"Daniel, Shao're loved you."
Daniel nodded numbly.
Sam sighed, knowing from experience that it wasn't that simple.
"Sam."
"Yeah?"
"What time is it?"
Sam checked her watch. "Uh, 2:30."
"Oh," said Daniel. He cleared his throat. "Why are you awake?"
Sam shrugged. "Not tired," she said.
"Oh." Daniel yawned, and Sam smiled. "Daniel," she said, "you should go to sleep."
"I can't," he said, a note of fear in his voice.
Sam looked sympathetically at him. "Daniel, you have to sleep."
He shook his head. "I don't ever want to have a dream like that again," he said stubbornly.
Sam sighed. "You can't stay awake forever, Daniel."
"I can try," he said softly.