Daniel looked at Jack, who shrugged his shoulders and gestured in his direction, "You

heard him, you're up first, Daniel."

Daniel looked back at Teal'c, blew air towards his hair, and then began. "Teal'c's

been teaching me Kelnorim, and I sometimes do see things. Recently, I saw

something that bothered me. I saw a barren, dark planet, like a large asteroid. On

this asteroid was some sort of base. In this base was something like a Stargate. But

it looked...wrong. It felt wrong. It felt...evil. And I felt like I was being watched. And

then I ran across that reference in the texts I've been translating...Jack, don't give

me that look," Daniel exclaimed.

"Daniel...you've been reading ghost stories in those musty pages. C'mon. Late night

snacks, ancient legends, active imagination, Jaffa sleeping style...it'll happen," Jack

said, like that was the most reasonable assumption on Earth.

"Perhaps, O'Neil," Teal'c intoned.

Jack indicated, "Go on."

"I have not been reading the texts that Daniel Jackson has. But, I saw the same

vision. I felt what he felt. And I am convinced it is real. The System Lords have been

pursuing Ancient technology for centuries. And there have been legends of black

devices. Weapons and other instruments of unspeakable horror that have been long

buried. Many system lords desire such devices greatly."

"Yeah, so did Saddam Hussein...ok, bad comparison," Jack sighed. "Look, what do

you want from me?"

"Talk to the Asgard, the Tok'ra, our other allies, Jack. Let's see if they've heard

anything," Daniel said. "I mean, asking never hurt, right?"

"You weren't around the O'Neil household during Christmas," Jack said. He sighed,

then says, "I'll mention it to General Hammond in the morning. Meanwhile, I want

both of you to hit your rooms and get some sleep. I mean, is Carter the only sensible

one on this team?"

Right on cue, Major Samantha Carter came into the room, her soft brow furrowed as

she looked over a copy of some technical data Daniel had made for her to check out.

"Daniel, the implications of what this represents is staggering. I think we need to

bring this up to General Hammond, and maybe call the Tok'ra..." she then noticed

the gathered group.

"Staff meeting?", she asked.

"Nightmares. They needed reassurance from Daddy," Jack said. "Ok, tomorrow we

talk to the general and get on the horn to the Tokr'a at least. See what they have to

say. Meanwhile, bed time. Of you go. That means you, too, Daniel."