"This is absolutely incredible." Daniel said looking at the ruins. His fingers traced lightly over the stone.
"It's a shame we had to wait an extra week before coming here." Lisa said sitting beside him.
"Well you never know what's going to happen. At least you still got to come home in the end." Daniel replied. Lisa had been looking forward to returning with him when they first discovered her site was once inhabited by the Furlings, but a malfunction at the SGC had meant they could not gate home till Sunday so along with a very sincere apology Lisa has sent a message to her parents saying she would see them the next weekend, which she did.
"It's like reading the journals of King Henry VIII and then Prince Charles." Daniel said.
"Well, I am more concerned as to why they left. Until we finish translating it all, we have no idea what could have happened to them." Lisa said.
"Well you're right about that." Daniel replied.
"Ballsy little bastards." A voice said from behind them.
"Sorry?" Daniel and Lisa said in unison turning to face Major Andrews.
"To come back and leave a warning after nearly being wiped out. Takes guts." Scott clarified.
"Or they were incredibly stupid." Capt Stone of Alpha 1 said with a smirk.
"They were allied with the Asguard when we were trying to make fire, stupid is not a word I would use to describe them." Lisa replied.
They spent the rest of the day taking photos and rubbings of the stones and pillars Lisa had not got to on her first visit in the hope to discover more about the enemy that seemed to have a huge dislike for the race. As evening drew the group set up tents and got a small fire going with SG5 and Alpha 1 organising alternate watches.
The camp had been asleep for nearly two hours when Lisa finally gave in to the fact that she was not going to be nodding off any time soon. She crawled out of her tent, careful to not wake Lt Karlie Olsen from Alpha 1 or Major Anna Thompson from SG5 as she went. No sooner had she crawled out of the tent when a soft voice caught her attention.
"Hey." Andrews whispered.
"Major." Lisa replied coming to sit near the fire, a little closer to him than she really needed to be.
"Call me Scott." He said with a grin.
"Then call me Lisa." She replied. The air had chilled dramatically and Lisa found it hard to warm up, even with the fire. Sensing this, Scott slipped his coat of and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Thank you." She said. "But you'll be cold."
"Nah, it's chilly but this fire is good." He said.
The two sat like that for some time. Both were too afraid to say anything. It wasn't until Lisa looked like she was getting up get back into the tent that Scott finally said something.
"You and Jackson seem to have hit it off." Lame, lame, lame he said over and over again in his head.
"He's brilliant. Reminds me of my father." Lisa said with a small grin. The look on the man's face was priceless and she wondered how long you she was able to keep this up before it became just cruel. A little longer.
"He is going to be considered a revolutionary in the academic world when this program goes public. The things that he is the only person on earth to know is amazing." She continued.
"Yeah." Scott grunted.
"Charming as hell. One you could take home to your parents." She said. Scott was now focusing on the fire in front of him, as if he was trying to block out what she was saying.
"Handsome too." She heard his sharp intake of breath and could not hold it in any longer. "He's girlfriend is lovely too. She is a nurse back at the SGC." Lisa almost laughed out loud at the look of sheer relief that washed over his face. He watched as the small grin spread across her face.
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" He asked. Lisa finally let out the small chuckle she was holding in.
"It was too easy. You really need to work on your poker face." She replied. She moved a little closer to him once again, her knee brushing his. "I already have my eye on someone." She said.
"Oh really?" Scott asked, gulping loudly.
"Yeah, but he is a bit unsure of himself. Military and all."
"Military?" He said again.
"Air Force, he's a Major." Lisa said turning slightly to look at him. Scott was breathing deeply as Lisa moved her face a little closer to his. Her warm breath tickled his neck as she reached up and cupped his cheek in her palm. "Very funny, and he is terribly handsome." Before he could respond Lisa placed a soft kiss on his lips, teasing his mouth with her own. Scott was too stunned to react at first but found his hand tangled in her hair. He wanted to continue the exploration of her lips, and other parts of her, but his sense of duty won out and he broke it off, slightly breathless.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly.
"Oh yeah." She purred back. Without saying anything else she slipped his coat off and wrapped it back around him, got up and went back into her tent, his grin reaching from one ear to the other.
As she snuggled back into her now cold sleeping bag she could not seem to squish the butterflies in her stomach as she closed her eyes, still feeling his lips on hers.
The next morning the group was ready to go on to P9T 606. The team in relatively good spirits despite the cold night made there way to the gate, Daniel and Lisa talking almost non-stop the entire time, Scott following closely behind.
It was a heavy two days but eventually the team made it through the ruins and were soon back at the alpha site, Sam was delighted they were all in one piece.
"Have a good time?" She asked as they all emerged.
"Rocks, sand and trees Colonel." Scott said. Sam couldn't help the smile at the familiar sentiments he expressed.
"Go get cleaned up and you can fill me in." Sam said touching Daniel's arm as she walked passed.
After the de-briefing with Sam, Daniel was unable to leave the photos and stone rubbings alone. It was late, so he moved into the commissary and moved two of the tables together to make a large square he could lay them out on. After arranging the images, he noticed that the early settlement from 865 was in the shape of a triangle, the most important figure head obviously sat at the top and various chair and surface structures spread out to for them rough outline of a triangle. It would have looked quite spectacular he thought. The second from 606 looked like it would have been a circle formation, much like a modern parliament, with two half spheres of tables and chairs facing each other.
By 2 am, he was lost. No matter what he read into it, he could determine who or what had caused the Furlings to flee. A terrible foe, he got that much, but nothing else made sense. Half sentences, simple phrases all which lead to nothing. Realising that his need for sleep was getting the better of him, he packed up his papers and headed for the small bed he was using. It was not long after he laid down that sleep over took him.