A/N: Thanks for telling me the proper term, beloved reviewers. Not dialing code, address… Where the hell I get dialing code is another interesting mystery. I simultaneously appreciate and resent the criticism, I'm totally basking in the attention, and will be sure to use the right word in ensuing chapters. Win-win situation; I improve and you get to have that momentous an effect on a total stranger. Or, in Sammy's case, that effect on the girl who has your season 3 box set. Oh, by the way, Sam, I was just watching that episode where they go for Triad, and—Right. Story. I remember. Shut up.

Daniel slumped over the still unnamed fugitive's possessions, collected from what turned out to be dozens of pockets by Dr. Fraiser. It wasn't that they confused him—quite the contrary. A rope, the empty sheath of a knife, a tattered map, a bottle that looked like plastic half full of dusty water… The artifacts were so blazingly mundane they told him nothing.

Jack oozed in. "So… in your professional opinion, what're we looking at?"

Daniel gestured ineffectively. "An eagle scout carries more descript gear than this. Nothing smacks of Goa'uld tampering, but, you know, a rope it pretty useful for tying things to other things without hieroglyphics."

"Well, Dr. Fraiser asked me to show you this." A long pause while Jack dredged the scrap of paper from the depths of his pockets stole most of the drama. "Our guest is talking in his sleep. She's heard him say, uh, this several times."

Daniel stared at the paper for another long moment. "I've heard the name before, but I can't place it… Let me check." He spun his chair around and transferred his attention to the computer screen.

Jack read over his shoulder. "Ahgi sookey taka hi cone?"

"Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone." He typed furiously.

"Wait, you're just gonna google it? The secret is out, you geek. I could have done that."

"No doubt you could have…" Daniel cleared his throat and read off the page. "The Japanese god of thunder, one of several. He was born noisy, and when grew up he became even more noisier. To quiet him, the gods carried him up and down a ladder. This explains the approaching and receding sound of thunder."

"…Google?"

"Now I remember. He's noted for having been offended at a family party, family being the other ancestral kami, um, gods, I can't for the life of me remember what for… He, uh, you have to understand that this is mythology that hasn't been cleaned up for popular consumption to make sense… He stomped on the house where the party was taking place, and this created a mountain that was sacred to him."

"Let me get this straight… You use Google?"

"Moyama!"

"Huh?"

"That's the name of the mountain."

"I'm fascinated, Daniel, really I am. Does Carter just Google her technobabble, too?"

"He doesn't really look Japanese, but there's a lot of variation in the Asian ethnic groups."

Jack tired of talking circles around an oblivious Daniel; even the best entertainment can fail. "A Goa'uld?"

"Entirely possible, though sort of a sissy option. They usually liked more powerful gods. The Japanese pantheon has all sorts of much more impressive deities."

"Good. Don't tell me about any of them."

A private appeared at the door. "General Hammond said to tell you he's awake, Sir."

"Thank you airman." Jack jovially saluted the grunt as he passed, Daniel in tow, still staring blankly at the scrap of paper and muttering disconnected Japanese phrases.

Dr. Fraiser met them coming off the elevator. "Ah, good, you're here. This is getting interesting."

"Do we know anything new?" Daniel asked, pushing his glasses back into position on his nose. He was aware the gesture made him look infinitesimally smarter.

"A lot, actually." She rolled her eyes. "He gave his name as Mimir Jotun. He no longer believes we're Goa'uld pretending to be human because, and I quote, they lack the subtlety to make hospital food look poisonous and taste radioactive."

"Mimir Jotun…"

"Google?"

"Don't be an ass, Jack." Daniel inhaled deeply. "Jotun are the race of gods that preceded the Asgard. The frost giants, maybe you've read about—never mind, I'm talking to you."

"Hey! I'm offended now, I hope you realize."

"Most of them were a nasty bunch of destructive trolls, a few joined forces with the Asgard, really a mixed bag kind of race. The god of chaos and evil was a Jotun, but so were some of their most important allies. And, in fact, Mimir was one of those, the keeper of wisdom, knew everything past, present, and future, lived in the palace of the gods and was advisor to Odin."

"So kind of a… super-Daniel."

"Effectively, yes, but I'm hoping no one's going to decapitate me and keep the still living head around for advice."

Jack stopped, watching Daniel and Fraiser enter the infirmary. "Oh… Kay… The list of things I want out of my brain just got longer." He followed them with a nonchalant shrug, noticing no one was around to appreciate his witticism.

Mimir Jotun was sprawled on the bed, looking quite unimpressive for an ancient wisdom god and reading with apparent fascination a trashy spy novel. He glanced around the book and gave a languid wave to Jack's general direction. Jack returned it. "I'm gonna spoil the surprise, okay? He gets the girl and the bad guy loses."

"Curse you."

"I don't care if he's evil. That guy is weird." The Colonel leaned over conspiratorily and stage-whispered to Daniel, "So, with that pedigree, is this guy human?"

"Oh, we can be fairly certain of that, although the kind of shape the poor man's in I might have missed something." Dr. Fraiser tugged off her rubber gloves, leaving both SG operatives to wonder, disconcerted, what she'd been doing to warrant them. "Honestly, he seems very nice, if somewhat flakey. I tried to hold him off until the general gets here, but from constant attempts to make conversation I've gleaned that the Goa'uld invaded his planet just recently, and they wanted him and his wife in particular. Why is still up in the air. Ah. There you all are."

Daniel and Jack turned to find General Hammond entering with his usual hail-to-the-chief kind of assurance, flanked by Carter and Teal'c like an honor guard. "Colonel, Dr. Jackson."

"Hello, Sir."

"Hiiiiiii. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt or anything. Just, you know, feeling kind of unwanted over here. Not that there's any reason you should want me. I mean, you know, I did show up a little uninvited. Don't like to be left out is all. Then again, maybe I should do a wardrobe check before I go forging any relationships. Shower-mold green isn't my color. Sounds silly, I know, but I'm funny looking, let's accept that and move on. Any way I can possibly appear to my advantage is to be appreciated."

"But it goes so well with your tattoos."

"Jack…" Daniel shook his head, deciding to skip that battle. "Hi, I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill, Dr. Samantha Carter, General Hammond, and Teal'c."

"Oh. Yeah. The Jaffa. You know, man, I haven't had a staff weapon smacked into my windpipe in a while, care to oblige? Ooh, that was good sarcasm. Mimir wins that round."

Teal'c raised an eyebrow in a Teal'cish kind of way, and everyone silently agreed.

Another A/N: I never shut up, do I? If you want information on Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone to make you a more educated and better person, Google the name. My information came from the first two sites to come up.