Chapter 11: It's hard to believe
"It is hard to believe," she leaned back, rubbing her eyes. Even in a few hours her English had improved markedly. "So many worlds with humans."
"Well, we thought we only lived in this galaxy," Daniel said. "You really left your own galaxy to come here."
"Not me, my ancestors," She corrected him and shook her head. "We had thought we were native to our own galaxy. I wonder what has happened there. If the Republic is still going. I should have studied history more."
"It's still impressive."
"The notion of you being dead, I find more so."
He flushed awkwardly. "Ye-ah, I guess that would be a little… disturbing."
"No, not disturbing. Strange. Interesting. The Goa'uld - they are disturbing."
"They scare you."
She closed her eyes and breathed, trying to be calm. "Yes." She opened her eyes, deep dark pools in the dim lighting of the infirmary at night. "They scare you."
He looked at the floor. "Yes." Again she tipped his chin up to face her. "Yes," he admitted, "they do."
"But you fear more for your friends."
"Yes."
"Same." They smiled at each other, a smile of understanding. "Now, in less than an hour your Doctor Fraiser is going to come to work and be very annoyed to find you have not slept."
"Yeah, well, I…"
"Need sleep," she over-rode him. "As do I. I suggest you eat a good meal and go to bed."
"A good meal here?"
"A meal, then," she smiled a little. "As shall I, and then sleep. Take my advice; I am a medic, you need sleep."
"I have work to do…"
"Is not learning about me your work?" Varielle teased gently. "Daniel, you are working too hard now."
"So Jack keeps telling me."
"He cares about you. Perhaps you should listen to him. You look like a dead man walking." He looked at her sharply to be met with a purely impish grin, and found himself laughing.
"Go. Shoo. Depart. Take yourself elsewhere. And sleep!"
"I will if you will."
"I know I need to sleep. And heal. Another day, and I will be able to walk. I will sleep if you do."
"Then I'll sleep," he smiled a little and got up. "Good night."
"Good morning," she replied, making a 'shoo' gesture with her good arm. "Go! Eat! Sleep! Be healthy. You only live twice… or however many times…" He left quickly before she came up with any more jokes.
"It is hard to believe," she leaned back, rubbing her eyes. Even in a few hours her English had improved markedly. "So many worlds with humans."
"Well, we thought we only lived in this galaxy," Daniel said. "You really left your own galaxy to come here."
"Not me, my ancestors," She corrected him and shook her head. "We had thought we were native to our own galaxy. I wonder what has happened there. If the Republic is still going. I should have studied history more."
"It's still impressive."
"The notion of you being dead, I find more so."
He flushed awkwardly. "Ye-ah, I guess that would be a little… disturbing."
"No, not disturbing. Strange. Interesting. The Goa'uld - they are disturbing."
"They scare you."
She closed her eyes and breathed, trying to be calm. "Yes." She opened her eyes, deep dark pools in the dim lighting of the infirmary at night. "They scare you."
He looked at the floor. "Yes." Again she tipped his chin up to face her. "Yes," he admitted, "they do."
"But you fear more for your friends."
"Yes."
"Same." They smiled at each other, a smile of understanding. "Now, in less than an hour your Doctor Fraiser is going to come to work and be very annoyed to find you have not slept."
"Yeah, well, I…"
"Need sleep," she over-rode him. "As do I. I suggest you eat a good meal and go to bed."
"A good meal here?"
"A meal, then," she smiled a little. "As shall I, and then sleep. Take my advice; I am a medic, you need sleep."
"I have work to do…"
"Is not learning about me your work?" Varielle teased gently. "Daniel, you are working too hard now."
"So Jack keeps telling me."
"He cares about you. Perhaps you should listen to him. You look like a dead man walking." He looked at her sharply to be met with a purely impish grin, and found himself laughing.
"Go. Shoo. Depart. Take yourself elsewhere. And sleep!"
"I will if you will."
"I know I need to sleep. And heal. Another day, and I will be able to walk. I will sleep if you do."
"Then I'll sleep," he smiled a little and got up. "Good night."
"Good morning," she replied, making a 'shoo' gesture with her good arm. "Go! Eat! Sleep! Be healthy. You only live twice… or however many times…" He left quickly before she came up with any more jokes.