A/N: First things first, thank you so much for the positive reviews! I'm so glad people are liking this little idea I had after seeing Urgo recently!

I'm sorry there was a small delay in this chapter… I work alot midweek so I'm pretty exhausted by the end of the day. Also, I've just spent the past 7 hours trying to call my parents who are in London at the moment. I'm sure they're fine, but I still haven't managed to get a hold of them since the bombings.

Questionablelight: I've tried to include a bit to address Urgo's motivations, but don't know if it's really clear. I guess in my mind he's got this childlike naïveté that means that his actions are not really thought out… Nothing is really his plan, but Togar's manipulation of his personality.

Cory: Up till now I haven't really said a lot about physics (although there's a bit of a physics explanation in this chapter… but it's still pretty basic – we did it in high school)… hope you can still follow the little bits that I put in!

Apart from all that rambling, I hope you enjoy this instalment!

Daniel was startled to see both Sam and Jack disappear in a flash of white light. Almost instantly, Togar also seemed to disappear, albeit without a flash. Daniel felt himself lose consciousness, but was awoken by another flash, this time blinding him as his whole body was transported. Struggling to regain control of his senses, Daniel twisted his neck and head in every which direction in an attempt to orient himself. He was still suspended in a pod, but the room he was now in seemed much smaller, and Teal'c was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there were no other pods in the room, let alone any other distinguishing features to the décor: the walls were smooth and appeared free of panelling, the floor white and unremarkable. An irritation on his right earlobe indicated that a small piece of technology had somehow been clamped to the side of his head. He tried to shake it off but it appeared stuck fast. Before he could ponder its function at all, a familiar wheezy giggle filled the room. With an inward groan, he figured out what the technology on the side of his head was for

"Daniel!" Urgo appeared, seemingly from nowhere, to stand in the centre point of the circular space. "Oh, how are you? How exciting this is! I've just seen Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter… We didn't get to play enough all that time ago, we should make up and have some fun now!"

Almost immediately, Daniel remembered why the conundrum 'Death or Urgo, Urgo or death' was not as straight forward as it could seem.

"Urgo…" he began cautiously, although trying to keep his voice bright. "I see you're – well."

"Oh well I can't complain," Urgo shrugged his shoulders, suddenly preoccupied by an unknown factor that Daniel couldn't perceive. "Yes Togar, of course." He said, evidently still in contact with the alien.

"Urgo," whispered Daniel urgently, "What's going on? What does Togar hope to learn from us?"

Urgo didn't respond, but instead put his hand against his mouth while pointing frantically at the ceiling with the other. It was hard to tell whether he was guilty, afraid, or giggling. Daniel looked to where he was pointing but could see nothing. At that moment, however, the ceiling seemed to wobble slightly before a clear glass screen descended from a break in the otherwise sparse surface. The initially void screen was promptly filled with an image of Sam and Jack kissing in the control room of the SGC, with General Hammond standing, gobsmacked, beside them. Daniel couldn't stop his mouth from gaping open in disbelief.

"Wha- what the hell!" He stammered, looking wide-eyed at Urgo. "When did… how… what gives you the right-" He stopped to think for a minute. Of all the things he had imagined could happen to him at the hands of Togar – dissection, cognitive experimentation, behavioural modelling studies – this had not been a scenario Daniel had envisaged. He felt decidedly uncomfortable looking at two of his closest friends kissing in such a manner, and needed to look away: it was essentially none of his business what they did together, although a spark of happiness did briefly ignite in his stomach. The strangeness of the circumstances brought him back down to Earth – he could see no reason why Togar would choose to show him this. He looked to Urgo, more puzzled than ever.

"Why are you showing me this?"

Urgo looked around to the images on the screen hanging from the ceiling and let a squeak of excitement escape through his lips. "Why do you have to ruin the moment with questions? Isn't it romantic!" He gushed, looking back to Daniel with radiant features. "Oh I've missed out on so much in the past two years… thank God you came back to me!"

Daniel looked at the man standing in front of him, mildly annoyed. "Urgo, we didn't come back to you. Your friend Togar implanted new chips into our heads the last time we were here. He made us come back – we had no choice."

Although trying desperately to ignore it, he couldn't avoid seeing, in the corner of his eye, the repeating video footage of Jack and Sam's probably illegal kiss. He couldn't believe that neither of them had told him anything, but then he was aware of the consequences of their actions. Distressed at this prospect, he found that he could no longer take it.

"Turn it off." He looked to Urgo, who made no movement, but appeared to be listening to Togar. "TOGAR!" Daniel shouted to the room. "I don't know what you're trying to prove, but I can tell you now – none of us will applaud you for this gross invasion of privacy!"

Daniel's eyes flitted angrily around the room, unsure of what he should expect. Just as suddenly as Urgo had appeared before him, he disappeared into a pinpoint of light in the centre of room. A flash of white light announced the arrival of Togar, who appeared to be studying his subject in the pod with some consternation. Daniel waited patiently, acutely aware that the alien needed something from him. This would give him some power over their captor.

"You are right Dr Jackson," Togar spoke simply, without emotion. "Your friends were not forthcoming when I confronted them with the memory anomaly. This privacy you speak of may well be the explanation."

Daniel found himself even more confused than before. "I'm sorry, a 'memory anomaly'? What does that mean exactly."

"I am sure you are aware that I have been monitoring your activities since the original error that was Urgo." Togar began, as if what he was about to say should be blatantly obvious. "I found an anomaly whereby Colonel O'Neill and the one with a parasite possess one sixth more recorded data than you or Major Carter."

Daniel began to put the pieces together in his head, realising that Jack must have taken a 'window of opportunity' during the time-loops to explore his feelings. With a start, he realised what must have happened when Togar showed the footage to Sam.

"You actually showed this to Sam, didn't you?" he shook his head in disbelief. "Oh boy."

Togar looked at him questioningly. "I to understand that your purpose is to study different cultures Dr Jackson?" He waited until Daniel nodded before continuing. "Then I am here to ask you to help me… help me understand."

"You – the all-powerful Togar – need the help of an outsider?" Daniel looked at him grimly, his mouth forming a straight line.

"Yes, yes…" Togar tisked impatiently. "I request your insights to further my knowledge of Earth culture – to ascertain how much of a threat you pose."

Daniel looked at the man in front of him with distrust. He unconsciously tried to raise his hand to rub his head which was now throbbing with a lingering headache, but realised with annoyance that he was still completely immobilised in the strange pod.

"What would ever make you think that I…" he stopped short, finally taking in something Togar had said some minutes ago. Although still abhorred by the alien's actions, Daniel felt the familiar pangs of excitement start in his outer limbs as his curiosity grew. "You don't even understand what the term 'privacy' means, do you?" He looked at Togar now with wonder, and could almost feel the neurons in his mind connecting the dots of the previously incomprehensible situation. "All our actions must seem completely alien to you, if you are so devoid of emotion or personal rights such as privacy."

"You are correct in your assessment," for the first time, Togar appeared to be softening in his tone of voice. "There is legend that my people were once as volatile in their actions and beliefs as you are now, but despite the best minds studying the ruins and artefacts from this period, we are at a loss to understand why this was so, let alone why it is no longer."

"So we're here to help your kind understand?" Daniel spoke slowly, thinking things over. "I don't know if we can help…"

"You WILL help." Togar snapped harshly, any momentary softness now completely gone from his voice. "I will not relinquish you or your friends until I am satisfied with your explanations."

Daniel sighed inwardly to himself, dreading the next couple of days if this was to continue. "You don't understand, Togar. Obviously it is in your power to keep us here or let us go home, but my point is that your complete lack of emotion – your incomprehension of privacy – is just as foreign to us as our reliance on our feelings appears foreign to you." He tried to transmit his sincerity in his facial expression. "I don't know if we can help you as much as you think we can."

Togar slid a hand over a device he wore around his wrist, not unlike a bracelet, before glaring at Daniel. "We will see about that. If you do not wish to explain your people's actions to me, it will merely delay your return. I will certainly find out what I need to by other means."

With that another flash of light engulfed Daniel, causing a sharp jab of pain as his already photosensitive eyes flinched at the bright illumination. He briefly perceived Teal'c, again in an adjacent pod in the larger room, before everything went dark.

Jack lay completely still on the bed with the pillow positioned comfortably on his face, muting his sensory perception of the room. He didn't know how long they had been silent, but didn't really care. He'd stuffed it all up. She'd had next to no reaction to his speech, his outpouring, his actual display of feelings. He punched the pillow absentmindedly and clamped it closer over his face – as close as he could. The lack of oxygen finally forced him to relinquish his hold on the pillow and he tossed it to the side of the room with listless annoyance. His senses were suddenly bombarded again with light and sound. He could hear the sound of Sam breathing evenly, apparently asleep on the couch, and the light on the ceiling bore down on his closed eyes with uncomfortable brightness. With considerable effort he sat up on the bed with a groan and rubbed his face, trying to sort out the storm in his mind. He looked over to the couch, where he could see Sam was indeed asleep. He could only see the tip of her shoulder appearing over the back of the couch and some of her hair protruding from the right end, but he found himself unable to avert his gaze from her sleeping form. How she could sleep when he was in such turmoil amazed him, no matter how tired she must be with her recent sleeping problems. Considering this, it occurred to him that he hadn't been sleeping a lot since their last trip to Tollana either – but then sleep had never been something he did a lot of, not without a couple of beers to first dull his senses anyway.

Jack was snapped out of his reverie by a sudden, audible gasp coming from the couch. In one brisk movement, Sam had woken and was now sitting bolt upright in the right-hand corner of the couch, recoiled from an invisible threat. Before he could react, Jack had moved to the couch and sat facing her. She didn't flinch, but didn't register his presence either. Lost as to what he should do, he grabbed her shoulders tightly and shook her slightly.

"Carter! You ok?" Still nothing. "Sam?" he softened his voice. "Sam, it's me. You're safe…" he reflected for a moment. "Well, as safe as we can be in a carbon-copy of the SGC guest quarters." He saw her withdraw at this last comment and quickly qualified it. "You're safe with me, ok?"

Sam came back to her senses as abruptly as she'd woken from the nightmare, completely disoriented, still in her dream world. Jack was shaking her, using her first name. With an extra pang of fear she remembered they were essentially being held captive, but relaxed seeing the look of concern on Jack's face. Realising how close together they were, she smiled weakly before pulling away and wrapping her arms around herself.

"I'm fine sir," she nodded, hopefully reassuringly, "Thanks."

Jack felt something inside him flinch as she moved away from him, opening a physical distance between them to rival the emotional distance he already felt. Settling into the other end of the couch, he looked at her carefully, not breaking eye contact. She was still shaking slightly, despite the tight hold she had on herself with her knees drawn right up to her chest.

"So this is why you can't sleep?" he asked quietly, forcing himself to hold his gaze. Sam shrugged without saying anything, and looked down towards her feet. Jack reached forward to touch her foot, causing her to look up.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asked softly.

"Afraid, sir?"

"It's ok to have nightmares, you know." He still hadn't retrieved his hand, which was now resting comfortably on her ankle. "You don't wanna know what I see when I'm asleep…" his voice trailed away as he suddenly became lost in his own memories.

"I can't get the images out of my head…" she shivered unconsciously, remembering the dreams. "It's not just what happened to the Tollans, or to Joe with the Aschens… it's just that whatever we do, someone always gets hurt."

"Yeah," Jack finally tore his eyes away from her face and looked down at the couch. The sound of her voice snapped him back to attention.

"Sir, it's ok… I'm fine." Sam repeated, a little more firmly. With those words, Jack looked at her carefully, trying to figure out what was going on in her head.

"What does that actually mean, 'ok'?" he stopped her from interrupting. "I know what the word means, but what did it mean when you say it before?"

Sam squeezed her eyes shut. She knew she'd confused him, if not hurt him with her monosyllabic response. In truth 'ok' didn't even begin to cover her reaction to his admissions, but somehow she couldn't allow herself to explore her feelings, to talk to him. Of course they would eventually have to talk, but looking at the false concrete walls surrounding them, she was increasingly sure that this was not the place, even if it was the time.

"Sir, I don't think we should talk about this here." She began, trying not to sound as if the reason was only a hollow excuse. "It kinda freaks me out that Togar's watching our every move."

"I don't see any cameras-" Sam interrupted Jack before he could finish the sentence

"Think, sir. The microprocessors in our heads have been recording data for two years, what's to stop them from doing so now?" She saw comprehension dawn on his face. "I just don't like the idea of my – our – privacy being invaded by someone who's so narcissistic."

"Yeah what is it about these superior races? They're all so… vain." He was relieved to see a small smile cross Sam's lips. Although still aching to know that everything was ok between them, given the time-loop kiss, he let it go for the time being.

"So…" He waited until Sam was again looking at him before continuing. "D'you really think he's seen everything we've been doing for the past 2 years?" Jack thought back to some of the stupid things he got up to at home and felt his cheeks get warm at the prospect of some alien seeing every minute of it.

"Well," Sam reconsidered the information available to her, finding the same problem she had identified before. "It's certainly highly likely that the microprocessors contain data pertaining to pretty much everything we've done in the past two years. But I honestly don't think he's been receiving regular updates like he says. He probably only received the data in those three days at the SGC before we returned here. That would definitely explain why he seems so clueless when it comes to our actions."

"How can you be so sure?"

"It's quite simple really sir." She reached for the pad of paper and pens on the coffee table beside them. "To intercept a wormhole is, for all intents and purposes, impossible." Seeing Jack's blank face, she tore a piece of paper from the pad and held it up in the air. "Imagine this is the universe, and we want to get from Earth, here, to another planet, here." Sam marked two points on the piece of paper, at opposite ends. "When the stargate forms a wormhole, the space-time continuum is essentially folded so that both stargates exist in the same space for less than a second, allowing us to travel from one to the other." She folded the paper in half so that the two dots joined, and stuck her pen through at both points. "What before was on opposite ends of this piece of paper, is now at the same point, because we've folded the canvas."

"So what has this got to do with interception?" Jack was keeping up with Sam's explanation so far, but failed to see any link.

"Well, the wormhole that forms between these two points and pulls them together forms outside the plane of time and space." She motioned to the folded paper. "See, if the universe is this piece of paper, then the wormhole passes through something else to get from one point to another – it exits the known universe." She put the folded page down on the couch between them and looked to Jack, willing him to understand. "I don't think it's possible to enter a wormhole from the side, sir. It would defy everything I know about wormhole physics."

"So why would Togar lie?" Jack picked up the deposited page and turned it around in his hands as if it were an alien artefact.

"You said it sir, he's vain… he thinks he's being impressive." Sam shrugged. "But that doesn't mean he's not monitoring us now," She paused before continuing, "and we both know that he does possess data from our experiences over the past 2 years."

"So no talking then?" Jack was almost whispering, his voice was so quiet.

"Just careful talking, sir." Sam smiled, "Let's try not to give Togar any new information, ok?"

"Yeah, sure, 'ok'…" Jack was about to get up off the couch, but a warm hand on his arms made him pause.

"I meant what I said before." Sam had leaned in forward so that their faces were only inches apart. "I would have done the same thing if I'd been lived all those time loops… and for the same reasons."

At that moment both Sam and Jack were struck by a blinding pain which caused them to arch their backs. Jack had the impression that someone was burning the cornea of his eyes as he was bombarded with images from his life over the past two years. The fast flashes of images spun as if on a treadmill before settling on a particular event. He could see Sam standing in the corridor of yet another Goa'uld ship. The forceshield between them prevented him from getting to her, she was trapped – the now useless arm band on the floor next to her. The ship would soon explode, but he wouldn't – no, couldn't – leave without her, even if it meant they died together.

Just as suddenly as the pain had come, the image dissipated from in front of Jack's eyes and he felt his entire body collapse into itself, still sitting in the couch of the fake-SGC guest quarters. When he had regained his composure, he looked across to Sam, who looked just as spent as he did.

"Did you just see-"

"We were-"

Both spoke at the same time as it became apparent they had just been subjected to the same memory, albeit from their own points of view. Jack rubbed his eyes as he felt a surge of anguish at the memory of their mission to destroy Apophis' ship.

"What was that?" He finally managed to look at Sam again.

Sam's voice was shaky when she finally spoke. "I think it's just the beginning, sir. Apparently Togar has the ability to make us relive moments in the past two years." She met his gaze as he looked up sharply. "I guess he really wants us to talk."

A/N: I know, I know… I'm drawing it out… but I just don't think they'd jump straight into a heart-to-heart, if you know what I mean. That being said, this isn't designed to be an extra-long fic, so you shouldn't all have to wait too long!

Please let me know what you think!