Why did they put a curtain up between Daniel and I? What's going on? What's wrong with Daniel? Emily asked herself as she stared at the curtain that separated her from Daniel, although she was still mad at him, she felt really bad…
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Sam walked over to Daniel's bed. He looked pale, well; at least not his usual color, but you couldn't really call it pale… "How is he?" she asked as Janet walked over to her.
Janet shook her head. "I'm not sure, I still don't know what happened to him, he was fine one minute, passed out the next. I don't know what's going on. I have to wait until his MRI's and blood tests come back."
Sam nodded. "Yeah…"
"Janet? Sam?" a small soft voice asked from the other side of the curtain.
Janet and Sam exchanged glances before making their way over to Emily's bed. "Yes?" Janet asked in a sweet voice, really hoping she wouldn't bring up the subject 'Daniel', but she knew that would be very unlikely.
"Is… is Daniel okay?" she asked softly, feeling a little awkward. She had just been mad at him, but now she was about to cry.
Janet looked over at Sam once more before answering. "He's doing great!"
Emily looked into Janet's eyes. "No, seriously." She looked towards the curtain once more. "How is he?"
Janet peeked over at Daniel, hoping there was a good explanation for what happened to him. "I don't know sweetie," she answered honestly. "I wish I did. As soon as I find anything out, I promise I'll tell you, okay?"
"Alright." She agreed.
Sam took this time to bring up a new topic. "Emily… just exactly where are your parents? We need to contact them."
Emily's expression changed, her face went from concerned to annoyed. She shrugged. "On a trip somewhere." She rolled over to face the wall, hoping they'd get the idea that she didn't want to talk.
Sam raised an eyebrow, normally she would continue to ask questions, but she knew Emily wasn't having the best of days today, so she let it go. She followed Janet away. Dad and mom are going to be so happy once they find out that Daniel's alive. Then maybe we can get on with our lives…
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After much thought, she decided to do it. Emily looked around the room cautiously, before jumping off the bed. She tiptoed her way over to Daniel's side. He looked okay, except he was hooked up to a couple of machines, which gave her the creeps.
She heard someone walk into the room; the footsteps were coming straight for her! Not thinking, she automatically looked for somewhere to hide. She spotted a closet and made a dash for it, she jerked open the door, slid in and quietly shut it once more. She let out a sigh of relief, that was close.
She suddenly began to feel tired once more… she looked around the small room for something, spotting a shelf of blankets and pillows, she decided to make herself a small bed. She snuggled into the covers and fell asleep…
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The SGC had never lost a little girl before, it was an uproar. After not being able to find Emily in the first hour, General Hammond assigned everyone to a team, and he did mean everyone, that meant the cooks, et. Teal'c and his team re-search the infirmary that Janet had insisted she was not in. Teal'c opened the door to find the young girl sound asleep on the floor, buried in blankets and pillows.
"Dr. Fraiser." He called quietly.
Janet looked up from explaining to a guard what happened. "Yeah?" she began to jog over to him.
Teal'c motioned to the child. "I have found her."
Janet gave a sigh of relief; she never thought she'd be this happy. "Ahh, thank so you much Teal'c! I'll go inform General Hammond that we found her. Could you please carry her to the bed?"
Teal'c gave her a nod before picking up the small child. He placed her on the empty bed, causing her to stir, he pulled a blanket up to her shoulders. "Sweet dreams Emily Smith." He whispered.
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Daniel woke up with a splitting headache; he looked around the room to find it empty. What happened? He couldn't remember. He heard someone crying softly, on the other side of him. Daniel slowly stood up, making sure he could support himself before walking over to Emily. She was tossing and turning while she cried. Probably having some sort of a bad dream. He thought back to the days when he baby-sat her, even then she had bad dreams.
Daniel shook her, knowing he'd rather be waken up then to have to continue the dream. "Emily?"
Emily woke up right away, trying to catch her breath. She turned to Daniel. "Daniel… you're alright."
"Ahh- yes, I am. How did I get here?"
Emily shrugged, almost forgetting she was mad at him. "I don't know, but Janet was really worried about you. And you screamed really loudly once."
"Oh…" he said, looking around the room once more.
"I'm okay, but they still won't let me go yet…" she sighed and sat up, throwing the comforters off her.
Daniel crossed his arms, knowing she probably didn't want to talk about it. "So, where are you parents?"
Emily looked down, disappointed he brought that up. "Oh, on a dig somewhere, they won't know I'm missing."
"Why?"
"Because, I didn't go with them, she should be gone for another two days or so… I think. Around there anyways."
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"They know I don't like all that dumb archeologist stuff, they said I could stay behind at the hotel with my dog. It's beats staying bored all the time."
Daniel looked at her. "You got a dog?" he asked incredulously. "But John's allergic to them."
Emily shrugged. "They're never 'home' so he doesn't mind. And on those rare accessions when he is home, he takes some allergy pill. He was an early birthday gift from them. They probably thought it'd keep me out of trouble." Emily hopped off of the bed and looked around. "Where would they keep my clothes?"
Daniel thought about what she said… "Oh, umm, second drawer to the left." He said a minute after she had asked.
Emily pulled open a drawer, and there they were. "Thanks," she said, picking them up. "Now, where can I change?"
Daniel looked up at her, still distracted with his own thoughts. "Oh, umm, over there…"
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A couple of minutes later…
Emily walked back into the room, wearing blue denim jeans that were tight and Daniel would never had allowed her to wear, and a plain red tee-shirt.
Daniel smiled, the sight brought back memories… "Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like your mother?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Only about a million times." She hopped onto a bed. "So, what exactly is a Stargate?"
Daniel stared at her. "Uhh- it's sorta… like cl-"
"Classified." She finished with a sigh. "Just tell me Daniel, I won't tell a soul, I promise… please? Come on, for me?" she began to bat her eyelashes, hoping it'd work. But Daniel only shook his head. She glared at him and hopped off the bed.
"Emily…?" he asked. "What are you doing?" but she ignored him and stormed out of the room. He looked up at the ceiling and whispered. "Why me?" he groaned and quickly followed after her, as he whipped around the corner, he spotted Emily and Janet arguing, he quickly stopped, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.
"But Janet!" Emily complained. "I'm fine! I don't feel week at all! I can stand on my own! I'm okay!"
Janet sighed, she hated this job sometimes. "Emily, I-" she froze as she saw Daniel hurry around the corner. "Daniel?" her eyes widened, what happened? He was just sick a minute ago… "Why are you up?"
"I feel fine," Daniel replied, looking into Janet worried eyes. But he was okay, he was sure of it, he felt completely fine!
"Get back to bed!" Janet ordered, pointing towards the infirmary. "Now."
"But-"
"NOW!"
Daniel turned around and began to hurry down the hall, mumbling various threats.
Janet looked down at Emily – annoyed. "As for you young lady…"
"I'm okay! You know that! Please can I stay up? Please, please?" Emily begged, dropping to her knees, her hands clasped together.
Janet hesitated. "Okay, but! If you feel drowsy or anything, you come tell me right away, okay?" she hurried to the infirmary.
Emily stood there, frozen – did Janet just say she could go? She smiled widely and jumped up in excitement. She looked around, wondering what she should do. Emily began skipping happily down the halls, doing her best to not be seen by a guard, they just gave her the creeps. She poked her head into almost any door she could find, she opened another door and poked her head into, smiling, she spotted Sam behind her desk, running tests on the item she had brought back.
"Hi Sam!" Emily said cheerfully, entering the room.
Sam looked up, surprised to see her standing there. "Hey yourself, what are you doing here?"
"Err- I dunno… Janet said I could go… just found my way here I guess."
"Daniel?"
Emily shrugged. "I dunno."
Sam sighed and looked down, but after a couple of minutes of silence she looked back up. "Something I can do for you?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah, is there somewhere where I can eat? I'm starved!"
"Umm, yeah, sure, there's a commissary on this level, okay, as soon as you leave this room, you go right, walk straight until you reached the end of the hall, Go right again then left and the closest…" she stopped upon seeing the young girls face. "Never mind, I'll go with you. I have a bet to win anyways."
Emily smiled thankfully. "Hey, you guys wouldn't happen to have blue jello would you?"
"Blue jello?" Sam asked, smiling slightly. "I guess they might have a few bowls for special people…"
Emily grinned. "Good."
After some somewhat early dinner and a couple of bowls of blue jello, Sam stood up, with a smug look on her face, feeling proud of herself. "I need to go see Colonel O'Neill." She told Emily.
Emily stuffed the last spoonful of blue jello into her mouth. "Can I go with you?"
"Yeah, sure, you can be my witness."
Not long later, Sam and Emily found Jack talking to General Hammond, as soon as they had finished, he turned to the two girls. "Yes?"
Sam smiled; she looked down at Emily before she held out her hand, awaiting the money.
Jack groaned as he pulled out a five-dollar bill and shoved it into her hands, he turned and walked away without another word.
Emily giggled loudly, as she followed Sam back to her lab. "Do, do you like Jack?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Sam looked shocked at first, but then slowly smiled. "Maybe…" she said and kept on walking.
