Lost Memory part 2

2200 hours

Daniel

He opened his eyes after a few hours' sleep, fragments of a forgotten dream still lingering in his mind. He sat up in the bed in his VIP quarters and rubbed his eyes. Sam and Janet insisted that they all stay overnight incase something else happened with Danei.

What happened to you?

He looked around, and checked the clock on his nightstand. Only 10:00. He got little more than two and half-hours' sleep. He usually only went to bed very late at night and was forced to get up early in the morning, which gave him very little sleep. Going to bed early obviously still gave him that schedule.

He knows…

Daniel frowned. There it was again: a small voice in the back of his head, speaking so close yet so far away; an untouchable sound. Not heard through his ears, but though his dreams, his memories.

I must go…

Daniel flinched. It was louder that time. Echoing throughout his head, vibrating on the walls of his mind, threatening a long-lasting migraine. He rubbed his eyes again and shook his head.

I won't lose you again!

He blinked and shook his head again, rubbing his temples. The sound was even louder now, almost as if it was threatening to escape through his own throat, for the voice now sounded like his own. Immediately he saw a flash of himself grabbing someone else's hand, pulling them back from something. A feeling of regret, pain and bereavement wove its way into his brain, causing him to see another flash of a image long since forgotten memory. He was looking in to the deep red eyes of a young woman with long white hair and facial features identical to Danei. She was saying something but the words were not heard and he could not clearly read her lips. His head was now pounding with pain, his eyes welling up with tears from the pain.

And as quickly as it all came to him on one mental tidal wave, it all disappeared just as fast, leaving him holding his head in his hands.

He opened his eyes, greeted with the darkness of his room. He looked around and quickly jumped out of bed, not bothering to change out of his pajama pants, and went out the door looking for Sam.

§§§

"So, what do you think she would have been doing with Anubis?" Sam asked, walking down the hall towards her office with Janet.

"I don't know," she replied. "It's possible she has another kind of power that he didn't and he wanted it for himself. Goa'ulds live for power, isn't that right?"

"Yeah," Sam said, uneasily. "But…it seems as though he tortured her for a long time until she did or didn't give him what he wanted. Now, we know enough about Anubis to know that he isn't like any of the other system lords. If he wants something, he'll do whatever is necessary to get it. And if it's not worth his trouble, he won't bother. She obviously had or has something that would have greatly benefited him and was probably a greater matter than any he had ever come across…"

"Well, what kind of power could she have? She's no less human than you or I," Janet replied.

"I don't know, but I think it has to do with the dark spot in her brain," Sam said. "What else could it be?" she asked, as Daniel ran up to them.

"Daniel?" Sam asked, suppressing a laugh due to his informal dress.

"Sam, I gotta talk to you."

§§§

"So, what happened?" she asked, when her and Daniel entered Sam's office, Janet going back to the infirmary.

"Well…" he started. "It was weird. I heard voices in my head…"

Sam gave him an uneasy look.

"Not like that," he said. "It sounded like Danei's voice. And I wasn't really hearing it, more like thinking it…but I wasn't really thinking it because it wasn't me that was thinking it."

"Daniel, you're not making any sense," Sam said.

"Yeah, I know…" he sighed and sank down in a leather armchair by the wall, putting his head back. "I saw flashes, though. Flashes…of something…they looked fake but real at the same time. It was bright and fuzzy everywhere…almost like a memory…" he paused, and sat up. "Sam?"

"What?" she asked, sitting down at her desk.

"Is it possible to read minds?"

"Well, it's not unheard of," she said. "Why?"

"Well, before—earlier tonight before we tried to…get Danei's memories—she was talking to me and…I got this funny feeling in my head…"

"Like what?" Sam asked, now fully confident Danei's mind was quite unlike their own.

"Almost like she was reading my mind…the parts that I can't…the parts…that I can't remember. And maybe because she did that, she did something to it…"

"Maybe, making it more accessible?" Sam suggested.

There was a small pause. "Sam," he said, slowly, blessed with a moment of realization. "I think I'm seeing memories from the first time I ascended."