Where am I? Sam thought to herself. This isn't the infirmary. She was standing in a cavernous room. It was well lit, but she couldn't see where the light was coming from. She started moving around slowly, examining her surroundings. Even though Sam didn't remember this place, it felt eerily familiar.

"Hello?" She called out, and then listened to her voice echo back to her. "Is anyone there? Hello?" The only answer she got was her echo again. What the hell is going on here?

That's when Sam noticed the object in the corner of the room. It was a small device, sitting alone on a table. For some reason, it was drawing Sam's attention- calling out to her- and she started towards it.

"Sam? Sam, can you hear me?"

It was Daniel, but he sounded so distant. Sam looked around, but didn't see him.

Assuming it was her imagination, Sam continued towards the object, and she reached out to touch it.

There was a bright flash of light, and suddenly she was back in the infirmary. Dazed, she sat up quickly, startling Daniel who sat by her bedside.

"Sam, are you okay?" he asked, worried.

"Ah, yeah, I think so. I just had a really weird dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sam looked into his deep blue eyes, and saw great caring and concern for her. He has the most soulful eyes. I wish I could remember him. I can't believe I could ever forget him in the first place. Sam was pulled out of her thoughts by Daniels voice.

"Sam?"

"Oh, sorry, just thinking. Do you really want to hear about it?"

He nodded, so she proceeded to tell her about the dream: the strange room, the device, and then waking up back in the infirmary. After, she sat there and waited for his thoughts on it. After a moment, he still hadn't answered at all, just sat there, like he was in his own world.

"Daniel?"

"Oh, sorry. Ummm, that's an interesting dream, but I haven't a clue as to what it means. Sorry, wish I had something for you."

Sam could tell he was holding something back, but she didn't know what. "Are you sure? None of it makes any sense at all? What about the device? It was just a small object, and it had these weird markings on it. None of it means anything at all?" she asked, frustrated.

"I'm sorry Sam. I can't help you." Is she remembering something?

"It's okay. I was just hoping it was some clue as to what's wrong with me. Can I ask you something Daniel? Why don't any of you tell me what happened to me?"

Daniel paused for a moment, as if choosing his words. "Janet thinks it would be best right now if we didn't tell you too much about yourself, or the… accident. She feels the best thing is to let you try and remember yourself, at least for now. I wish I could tell you more. More about who you are, your life, everything. But we can't go against Janet's orders."

Sam could tell that she wasn't going to get any answers out of him, so she let it go- - for now.

"Okay, Daniel. Thanks anyways. So," she said, changing the subject, "what can we talk about then? Oh, I almost forgot: Janet ran a few tests this morning, and she said she should have the results really soon. She was really optimistic that I will get my memory back eventually."

"That's great Sam," Daniel said excited.

"Yea, I hope she's right. Teal'c and Jake were here earlier, and they were happy too."

"Jake?" Daniel repeated, perplexed. "Oh," he said in realization. "You mean Jack," he clarified, smiling.

"Oh, right. Jack. Oops," she said, blushing.

Daniel laughed with her, and then stayed and sat with her for a little while more, just talking about little things that Janet said it was okay to tell her. Then he stood to go, telling Sam she should probably get some rest before Janet came and kicked him out.

"Ok, Daniel. Thanks for sitting with me. Oh, can I ask you one more question?"

"Sure."

"How close are we? Are we just friends and co-workers? Or, is there something… more between us?" she finished, blushing slightly.

Daniel paused, looking sweetly at her and smiling. "We are just really good friends, the best," he replied, before smiling again and walking away, leaving Sam to her thoughts.
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