~*~ Teal'c squinted into the glaring suns, dotted against a dusty orange backdrop. The ground that he walked on was scattered with deep red clumps of sand. With every step he took, more thin yellow dust flew up into his face. Teal'c looked down at himself. He was wearing his old First-Prime armour, yet he had no shoes on. Just then he realised the stinging heat under his toes, but he ignored it, moved on. ~*~

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SG-1 sat around O'Neill's card table in his living room. They hadn't spoken in nearly an hour. After O'Neill's little escapade Hammond ordered O'Neill sent to the Infirmary. He told everything that he saw in the vision, everything that he felt. Hammond was advised to keep him grounded and on base but Hammond thought it better to send him, and the remaining members of SG-1 home for a while. So they went to Jack's place. He started the evening by offering drinks and TV, but after a while they ended up playing strip poker. Sam was objected to this, as she was the only female, but succumbed when O'Neill got on his knees and begged, which, now that she thought about it, was really kind of weird. Bad luck to him, she was winning. After about fifteen minutes and only three beers each the game slowed and slowed until it came to a halt. Everyone just sat there, staring off into space. Daniel was in danger of a small drop of drool to fall on his bare chest. Sam sat with her chin in her hands. O'Neill, on the other hand, was laying on the lounge with a stupid half-grin on his face that had been plastered there since the first and last time Carter had to take off a piece of clothing (her socks).

All of a sudden Daniel sat bolt upright and declared that he was going to get another beer. Sam broke out of her trance and said she'd join him. No one noticed that Jack just kept lying there, not saying anything, although the smile had faded.

A sweep of pain went unnoticed and Jack found himself in a desert, walking along behind a large figure. "Teal'c," he tried to say, but his mouth didn't move. He kept stumbling along behind him. He started jogging, trying to catch up but it seemed that his ground moved slower and his attempts were in vain. The yellow ground was cracked and dust was floating around everywhere. Even from behind, his Jaffa friend looked so lost and helpless. Of course he's not helpless, O'Neill thought, he's a Jaffa, and he can take care of himself. Yet watching him stagger along on the dry vastness of the environment made Jack need to get to Teal'c. It was like a bad dream, like watching someone fall, while knowing you can't catch them. O'Neill's willpower almost seemed to burst out of him, it was so strong. He wasn't desperate to get to him like in the last vision, he just knew he had to. The familiar throbbing returned and Jack just wanted to scream, to beg for him not to go, but they did not listen.

Sam returned to the living room, beer in hand, followed by Daniel. When she saw her Colonel unconscious, curled up on the floor with his eyes open she screamed. She yelled so loud that Daniel had to put his hand over her mouth to stop her. Instinctively he kneeled down beside his colleague to check his pulse...

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