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The seemingly endless series of meeting that day had left Daniel dead on his feet. By 2000 that night, he was thoroughly looking forward to a nice relaxing night of falling asleep over the fascinating writing they'd found on Andie's back.
He rolled his eyes as he fell back into his chair. "*Andie*," he muttered as he bent over the intricate script. "Dammit, Sam's right... it does fit her."
A girl, almost identical to Andie appeared in Daniel's office on just the other side of his desk. "You are absolutely worthless!" she muttered.
"Excuse me, what?" Daniel asked before looking up. When he finally did, he practically fell out of his chair. "Who are you and how did you get in here? Wait, you're- but how...?"
She sighed. "It's a long and complicated story, so you should ask Sam and Jack."
"That doesn't make any sense. They were my dreams."
"Oh, come on! Does anything around here *really* make any sense?"
"What's your name?"
"Andromache, but that's not important right now." Her mood suddenly changed and instead of seeming annoyed, she was now completely enraged. "If I had a physical form in this plane of existence, I'd hit you!" she shouted.
"What? Why?" Daniel demanded in shock. "What did I do?"
"You are taking way too long on this one!" she snapped.
"On what one?"
She rolled her eyes. "We sent her to you so you would take care of her. For you to do that, you need to figure out what she is. I would have thought you'd be able to translate something much faster than this."
"Translate? Translate what?" he repeated. "Do you mean the writing on her back?"
"No, all the lost tablets of Babylon. Yes, the writing on her back!"
"She hasn't even been here a whole day! How fast do you want me to work?"
"Well, I had expected you to be on a recognisable path towards translation," she retorted. "As it is, you still haven't recognised the language!"
"And how am I supposed to do that quickly?" he demanded. "I have no idea what it is! It's a completely foreign dialect if not an *entirely* new language!"
She rolled her eyes. "You can write a language in more then one alphabet!" she moaned. "Don't tell me that's what has you stuck!"
Daniel glared at her. "If you had a physical form in this plane of existence, I'd hit you," he informed her.
She snorted. "Where have I heard that before?" They both looked towards the door when several people ran by in the direction of a frantic screaming. She muttered a tiny "Oops" as Daniel hurried out the door, following the group of SFs who were running towards Sam's office. Sam was struggling against the many hands trying to force her to sit and calm down. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to make it out the door.
"No, let me go! I have to help Andreya!" she shouted. "They're *killing* her! I have to help her!" She spotted Jack and Daniel as they pushed their way through the crowd. "Colonel! Daniel, we have to help her! They're killing her– they're killing Andie!" she cried frantically.
"What are you talking about?" Daniel demanded. "Janet has her in the infirmary, she's fine."
Jack turned to the group of people. "Get back to your jobs. Carter's fine. It was just a nightmare." They looked around at each other before slowly walking away. Jack led Sam and Daniel back into the confines of Sam's office.
Sam looked at them helplessly, considerably calmer than before. "I... I don't know what... but I saw it!" she exclaimed. "I saw it and it was real. They were killing Andie!"
"Who was killing her?" Daniel demanded. "And she's very alive, how could it be real?"
Jack gave her a strange look. "You said Andreya before."
"Did I?"
He nodded. "I had the same dream."
Daniel looked between them. "What dream? You didn't tell me about any dream. And what does any of this have to do with Andie?"
"A group of Jaffa have a girl hanging by her ankles from the ceiling... the girl... Andreya," Jack started slowly. "They're... draining all of the blood from her body."
"God, it was everywhere," Sam moaned. "And she was conscious for so long... I swear, it was Andie," she insisted, her lament suddenly turning into a defence. "It was her face– I knew it the minute Janet took that blindfold off."
"And who could forget that scream?" Jack added. "Any unnecessarily violent dreams recently, Dr. Jackson?" he asked pointedly.
Daniel shook his head slowly. "Flashes of red and... I don't know, it's always such a blur. I usually just remember the end where the girl tells me my futures is no longer lonely.... or boring. I always thought that was odd– the SGC has never been boring."
"Well, that's... not normal," Jack commented. They all looked up when the door opened and Teal'c walked in. "Hey, T! Any dreams lately?"
"Of what sort?" he inquired. "I was informed that Major Carter was acting out after a particularly gruesome dream."
"Torture victim... bloody, ugly... big-false-god-worshipping Jaffa," he prompted.
Sam nodded. "It wasn't just a dream," she said quietly. "It was someone's death."
"I've been having the same dream," Jack added quickly.
Teal'c shook his head once. "I have had no dreams of this sort. If I do, I will be sure to inform you of them."
Daniel shook his head slowly. "We're going to have to do something," he said suddenly. "Obviously, there is someone or something out in the universe who's trying to protect this girl and we have some part in this. I think this is going to get big and complicated and extremely confusing before we even find out where she's *from* and I haven't gotten enough sleep over the past month to be able to process this rationally."
Sam looked from Jack to Daniel, biting her lip while she thought. "I think we need to warn Tessa about our... new situation," she said quietly.
Jack groaned. "No! Not Tessa!"
"Why do hate her so much?" Daniel demanded, mildly amused.
Teal'c smiled thinly. "I would very much like to see Lt. Col. Kinsey again. She is always very astute in her observations about the SGC."
"And she always annoys Jack," Daniel added with a malicious grin. "That's oh so enjoyable."
Sam had her own malicious grin. "And she likes you a *lot*, doesn't she, Danny?"
Jack groaned. "Why can't our lives be simple?"
"Do you really think anyone's life is simple?" Sam demanded.
He shrugged. "I'm sure they're a hell of a lot less complicated than this."
"True," she agreed. "But how to do other people ever have any fun?"
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Authors note: I was looking over the bits and pieces I've written, and it's occurred to me, for my story to work, the end of season seven can't exist. So, now it doesn't.
Also, I have a story that intorduces Tessa to SG-1, but since she's not going to show up for a few chapters, I'll post it sometime before then.
The seemingly endless series of meeting that day had left Daniel dead on his feet. By 2000 that night, he was thoroughly looking forward to a nice relaxing night of falling asleep over the fascinating writing they'd found on Andie's back.
He rolled his eyes as he fell back into his chair. "*Andie*," he muttered as he bent over the intricate script. "Dammit, Sam's right... it does fit her."
A girl, almost identical to Andie appeared in Daniel's office on just the other side of his desk. "You are absolutely worthless!" she muttered.
"Excuse me, what?" Daniel asked before looking up. When he finally did, he practically fell out of his chair. "Who are you and how did you get in here? Wait, you're- but how...?"
She sighed. "It's a long and complicated story, so you should ask Sam and Jack."
"That doesn't make any sense. They were my dreams."
"Oh, come on! Does anything around here *really* make any sense?"
"What's your name?"
"Andromache, but that's not important right now." Her mood suddenly changed and instead of seeming annoyed, she was now completely enraged. "If I had a physical form in this plane of existence, I'd hit you!" she shouted.
"What? Why?" Daniel demanded in shock. "What did I do?"
"You are taking way too long on this one!" she snapped.
"On what one?"
She rolled her eyes. "We sent her to you so you would take care of her. For you to do that, you need to figure out what she is. I would have thought you'd be able to translate something much faster than this."
"Translate? Translate what?" he repeated. "Do you mean the writing on her back?"
"No, all the lost tablets of Babylon. Yes, the writing on her back!"
"She hasn't even been here a whole day! How fast do you want me to work?"
"Well, I had expected you to be on a recognisable path towards translation," she retorted. "As it is, you still haven't recognised the language!"
"And how am I supposed to do that quickly?" he demanded. "I have no idea what it is! It's a completely foreign dialect if not an *entirely* new language!"
She rolled her eyes. "You can write a language in more then one alphabet!" she moaned. "Don't tell me that's what has you stuck!"
Daniel glared at her. "If you had a physical form in this plane of existence, I'd hit you," he informed her.
She snorted. "Where have I heard that before?" They both looked towards the door when several people ran by in the direction of a frantic screaming. She muttered a tiny "Oops" as Daniel hurried out the door, following the group of SFs who were running towards Sam's office. Sam was struggling against the many hands trying to force her to sit and calm down. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to make it out the door.
"No, let me go! I have to help Andreya!" she shouted. "They're *killing* her! I have to help her!" She spotted Jack and Daniel as they pushed their way through the crowd. "Colonel! Daniel, we have to help her! They're killing her– they're killing Andie!" she cried frantically.
"What are you talking about?" Daniel demanded. "Janet has her in the infirmary, she's fine."
Jack turned to the group of people. "Get back to your jobs. Carter's fine. It was just a nightmare." They looked around at each other before slowly walking away. Jack led Sam and Daniel back into the confines of Sam's office.
Sam looked at them helplessly, considerably calmer than before. "I... I don't know what... but I saw it!" she exclaimed. "I saw it and it was real. They were killing Andie!"
"Who was killing her?" Daniel demanded. "And she's very alive, how could it be real?"
Jack gave her a strange look. "You said Andreya before."
"Did I?"
He nodded. "I had the same dream."
Daniel looked between them. "What dream? You didn't tell me about any dream. And what does any of this have to do with Andie?"
"A group of Jaffa have a girl hanging by her ankles from the ceiling... the girl... Andreya," Jack started slowly. "They're... draining all of the blood from her body."
"God, it was everywhere," Sam moaned. "And she was conscious for so long... I swear, it was Andie," she insisted, her lament suddenly turning into a defence. "It was her face– I knew it the minute Janet took that blindfold off."
"And who could forget that scream?" Jack added. "Any unnecessarily violent dreams recently, Dr. Jackson?" he asked pointedly.
Daniel shook his head slowly. "Flashes of red and... I don't know, it's always such a blur. I usually just remember the end where the girl tells me my futures is no longer lonely.... or boring. I always thought that was odd– the SGC has never been boring."
"Well, that's... not normal," Jack commented. They all looked up when the door opened and Teal'c walked in. "Hey, T! Any dreams lately?"
"Of what sort?" he inquired. "I was informed that Major Carter was acting out after a particularly gruesome dream."
"Torture victim... bloody, ugly... big-false-god-worshipping Jaffa," he prompted.
Sam nodded. "It wasn't just a dream," she said quietly. "It was someone's death."
"I've been having the same dream," Jack added quickly.
Teal'c shook his head once. "I have had no dreams of this sort. If I do, I will be sure to inform you of them."
Daniel shook his head slowly. "We're going to have to do something," he said suddenly. "Obviously, there is someone or something out in the universe who's trying to protect this girl and we have some part in this. I think this is going to get big and complicated and extremely confusing before we even find out where she's *from* and I haven't gotten enough sleep over the past month to be able to process this rationally."
Sam looked from Jack to Daniel, biting her lip while she thought. "I think we need to warn Tessa about our... new situation," she said quietly.
Jack groaned. "No! Not Tessa!"
"Why do hate her so much?" Daniel demanded, mildly amused.
Teal'c smiled thinly. "I would very much like to see Lt. Col. Kinsey again. She is always very astute in her observations about the SGC."
"And she always annoys Jack," Daniel added with a malicious grin. "That's oh so enjoyable."
Sam had her own malicious grin. "And she likes you a *lot*, doesn't she, Danny?"
Jack groaned. "Why can't our lives be simple?"
"Do you really think anyone's life is simple?" Sam demanded.
He shrugged. "I'm sure they're a hell of a lot less complicated than this."
"True," she agreed. "But how to do other people ever have any fun?"
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Authors note: I was looking over the bits and pieces I've written, and it's occurred to me, for my story to work, the end of season seven can't exist. So, now it doesn't.
Also, I have a story that intorduces Tessa to SG-1, but since she's not going to show up for a few chapters, I'll post it sometime before then.
