I know...I'm terrible! I honestly do mean to update but I forget! Anyway, moving on...

Daniel was dusting away the sand from a stone tablet. The desert wind stung against his face and hindered his progress. No matter how much sand he brushed away, there was always more. Just enough to make the writing indistinguishable. He dusted furiously with his purple toothbrush.

Wait….toothbrush?

The wind hissed past his ears, was that a voice?

"Doctor Jackson?"

Opening eyes he hadn't even realised were closed, he rolled over to face the voice. The blearily figure of an SF crouched next to his bed. "Doctor Jackson?" He asked again.

"Yeah?" God was that how he sounded?

"Doctor Fraiser wants to see you and Colonel O'Neill in the infirmary."

"Right." He forced his tired body into a sitting position, the SF stood back. Daniel frowned.

"Lieutenant."

"Sir?"

"Why are you in my quarters?" The SF grimaced,

"Colonel O'Neill ordered me to go and fetch you Sir, when you didn't wake up when he knocked."

"Right…Why didn't he come in himself?"

"He uh…said you got cranky when you were woken up." the lieutenant straightened, "Sir!"

Daniel smiled wryly, "Dismissed Lieutenant."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." the SF practically ran out of the room. Must be new. Either that or Jack really went overboard in his description. He went to his wardrobe and started getting dressed.

By the time he got to the infirmary, Jack was already there talking to Dr Fraiser. And on a chair, in an isolation suit, sitting between them was…

"Fene?" Daniel asked confused, casting a questioning gaze towards Jack. His friend raised his eyebrows, Dr Fraiser looked round.

"Ah, Daniel. We were waiting for you." He nodded, eyes still on the young alien who stared stubbornly at the floor.

"What's up?"

"We're still trying to find that out." Jack sighed impatiently.

"It seems our little refugee decided to go for a walkabout. One of the Sf's caught her trying to sneak out of quarantine."

"Fene?" he crouched down, trying to meet her eyes, she avoided his gaze. "What's wrong? Don't you like it here?"

She muttered something very quietly. Daniel leaned closer, "What?"

"Want to go home."

"I know, you told us. But you're still sick, and here is the best place for you to be. Where people can look after you."

"I don't need looking after! I need to go home!" She buried her helmet clad head in her arms, "Why won't you let me go home!" Dr Fraiser knelt beside him, her expression concerned.

"Fene? Fene, look at me." She spoke in that soft motherly tone she used only to Cassie. The sobbing girl looked up a little, still hiding her face. "We want to help you. But you need to tell us what's wrong. Are you in pain?"

"I-I don't know…"

"Do you feel dizzy? Sick?"

"No…it's…I feel wrong."

"Wrong?" Dr Fraiser frowned, "What do you mean honey?"

"I…I'm out of place. I shouldn't be here!" She was getting worked up again, the Doctor stood up.

"I think that's enough. Fene? Let's get you back to bed." She gently helped the child up, sparing Jack and Daniel a worried look before leading her back to isolation. They could hear her sobbing and almost screaming all the way back. "Take me home!"

They exchanged glances. Jack sighed heavily.

"Well that's not good."

Fire, burning, pain like hot knives searing up through her chest. Then stillness, silence, and something like death….

A voice came out of the quiet.

"Major Carter?"

It was familiar this voice, though she didn't understand the words. Comforting. But the voice was afraid.

"Major Carter!"

Something cold and sharp clawed its way into the peace, clutched her, and dragged her out towards a deeper darkness. Then a pinprick of light, bright and blurry shot through her.

She opened reluctant eyes.

She was in a room….memory crept back, the ward. It was dark, a concerned looking Milliya stood next to her, candle in hand. And on the other side…

"Teal'c" she whispered croakily, a little embarrassed at how weakly her voice came out. Teal'c immediately handed her a…goblet(?) full of water that seemed to materialise in his hand. She sipped, trying not to choke as the liquid seemed to clog in her throat. "What happened?"

The two exchanged looks over her, not good.

"You faded out. You and Teal'c took Ella outside. When she…" Milliya broke off, her face tighten, no…

"Ella." Sam whispered to herself, trying to hold back tears. "God, Teal'c, she…died." The pain in her head trebled, but it didn't matter. That poor kid…Muttering, the footsteps walking away, and when she opened her eyes again Milliya was gone. Teal'c's steady gaze was fixed on her.

"I do not believe she is dead Major Carter." Frowning a little, she tried to sit up, ignoring her teammate's disapproving look. Not dead? But they saw her -No. She just…changed somehow, into energy. Like-

"You think she ascended?"

"I am not certain. However I do not believe this to be an ordinary illness."

"You got that right." she whispered hoarsely. "Now we know where Oreo got that glow-in-a-bottle from."

"You believe he somehow captured his daughter after she was transformed?"

"I don't know how else he could have got it." Unless this world invented the bottlable light bulb."

"It seems unlikely." She could swear he was smiling. But something was still bothering her.

"But why would the Ancients create a virus to make people ascend? That's presuming this isn't some kind of natural phenomenon. Maybe the Ancients ascended this way? But Ella talked about seeing an 'Angel', who I presume was one of them, and I suppose they could be the ones helping people ascend...But why would they? What is so different here? And why do they look different? And why would the Ascended let themselves be trapped? We've never seen any evidence that they can be contained like that before-"

"Major Carter!" Teal'c was looking worried again. She hadn't realised she had been talking aloud. God her head hurt. She sank back against the pillows, "Sorry Teal'c."

Obviously relieved that she had stopped babbling, the Jaffa seemed inclined to be protective. "You should rest."

"So should you." She countered. Jaffa or not, the illness was taking a toll on Teal'c. His usually rich dark colour had faded to a faint brown, there were shadows under his eyes and his very stance suggested exhaustion.

Saying that, she was hardly one to talk.

Teal'c seemed to think so to, "My condition is currently less advanced than your own. And someone should keep watch. O'Neill and Daniel Jackson will return soon."

Oh yeah, she'd almost forgotten. Strange what illness could do to you. Her eyes were like lead, it was so hard to stay awake. She tried to concertrate. Her team…where were they?

"They should have been back by now." it had been weeks hadn't it? Or was it only days? How long had she been asleep?

"Perhaps. But we must not lose hope. They will return for us." Dear Teal'c, that unwavering optimisim. It was a lot stronger than her own.

God, if she was calling Teal'c 'dear' she really must be ill. She blinked rapidly, the pain in her head blurring her vision,

"Teal'c…" she whispered again, trying to hang on. A cool hand was placed on her suddenly burning forehead.

"Sleep Major Carter. All will be well."

And unable to do anything else, she slept.

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