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"Daniel! This is *boring*!" Andie whined, not for the first time that morning.

"For a girl who learned how to read in an afternoon, I would imagine so," he retorted.

She pouted. "Can't we do this on base?"

He immediately shook head. "Security cameras. God knows what would happen to you"

"I'd never be allowed off-base again," she sighed. Her face suddenly lit up. "Hey, instead of doing this, I'm sure there's a game on Telemundo. Why don't I translate it for you?"

He shook his head. "You learned English the same day you appeared through the Stargate, I know you're good at that." He disappeared back into the hall closet and reemerged holding a large vase. "I want to see if you can move something of a larger size."

She rolled her eyes and slouched further down into the chair she was occupying. "Why do you have to know all of this?" she demanded. "You know as I figure things out I tell you. And then show you. Over. And over. And over... until my head explodes."

He rolled his eyes and placed the vase in front of her. "You're head looks perfectly intact to me. Try not to break this," he warned.

"Why? Is it more priceless junk?" she muttered as she sent the vase in circles around his head. He grabbed it as the front door swung open. "Sam!" she called happily, jumping up. "Daniel's using me as a science project!" she said as she ran across the room to use Sam as a protective shield.

"Daniel, I told you to stop that!" she chastised lightly as Teal'c and Jack carried in pizzas, beer, and diet soda. Andie went straight for the soda. "Have you had anything to drink since we've been gone?" Sam demanded in a gentle tone. Andie shook her head as she chugged down one of the cans. She turned and gave Daniel a questioning eyebrow.

"I told her to tell me when she wanted a soda!" he protested. "And I would have noticed if she started shaking."

"No he wouldn't," Andie said, her tone taunting. "He wouldn't have cared."

"Children, children," Jack broke into the impending argument. "I don't think you're going to want to eat cold pizza, so why don't we pick on the Spacemonkey later?" Andie stuck her tongue out at him.

"Jack, I don't think you should encourage her to be a brat!" Daniel complained as they made their way into the kitchen.

"What's a space monkey?" Andie demanded as she took a seat on the counter. "Is it a monkey that lives in space? I thought monkeys lived in trees? Or is Daniel the monkey?"

Teal'c handed Andie a piece of pizza. "It is a term O'Neill sometimes uses when addressing Daniel Jackson. It is a term that Daniel Jackson does not particularly care for."

Andie giggled. "That's funny!"

Sam and Jack started to laugh and Daniel rolled his eyes unhappily. "Oh, God! You've passed it onto her!" he moaned. "Why won't you just let it die?"

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Sam found Daniel working in his office. She shook her head in disapproval. "You're not supposed to be working," she said. "It's our weekend off."

Daniel gave her a sceptical eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done with Sam Carter?" he demanded teasingly. "But I need to do this. I can't do it at the base."

"For fear of Kinsey," Sam nodded. "Found out anything interesting about my girl's brain?"

Daniel nodded. "I can't be sure, but I think she–well, her people–might not be *young*."

Sam looked surprised. "Really? Do you have any proof?"

He nodded slowly, still not having fully disclosed Andie's telepathic and telekinetic abilities. "A few days ago, I caught her reading a book by Stephen Hawking, and it wasn't even the one he wrote that regular people could understand... and I swear she was muttering under her breath about how simplistic his ideas were."

"Well, what were you planning on doing today?"

"You know how she picked up Spanish?"

Sam nodded. "Same way with English– I know she didn't understand us when she first came through the Gate. Very much like the Nox that way... ah. I see you mean about the whole 'young' thing."

He nodded. "Well, since Janet taught her how to read, I want to see if that transfers over languages...."

"Because just because you can speak a language doesn't mean you can read of write it," Sam said, seeing where he was going with this. "Do you want me to get Andie off the phone?"

Daniel looked up at the clock. "She's still on the phone with Cassie? She called over there about an hour ago!"

Sam nodded, rolling her eyes slightly. "They're watching 'The Simpson's' with Jack. It should be over by now. I'll make her hang up."

A few minutes later, Andie bounded into his office. "Hey. Sam told me you didn't want me running up your phone bill anymore."

He chuckled. "Actually, I wanted to see if you understood written Spanish."

"¿Pero por qué? No necesito leer para mirar Telemundo."

He looked up at her, slightly annoyed. "The world doesn't revolve around Telemundo, you know."

She shrugged. "My world does. What else do I have to do all day but watch TV?" she demanded. She continued to look over the things littering Daniel's desk while he scribbled a few sentences down. She turned one piece of paper so she could see it better. "What's this?"

Daniel looked up to identify the specific thing she was pointing at. "It's everything I don't know about you."

She pointed at the phonetically written lines of script Daniel had been able to read from her back. "It's backwards," she said.

He looked over at her. "What do you mean it's backwards? I haven't translated it yet."

"No. The way you have it written... it should be the other way." She turned the paper so he could she what she meant. "This word right here- ayerdna. It should be andreya."

The realization was obvious in Daniel's face as he took in what she was saying. "Written right to left and not left to right," he muttered to himself. "No wonder it doesn't make any sense."

"How many weeks and you never thought of that?" she asked, mildly amused.

"I've been busy with other translations and ... How did you know that?" he asked her suddenly. "How did you know I had it backwards?"

She shrugged. "I don't know... Masnueva hembra andreya, reproducao de andromache... it didn't make sense the other way."

"Do you know what this means?" Daniel asked, shocked. She shook her head. He smiled, finally able to understand the writings. "It means we can find out who you are."

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Author's note: I don't take Spanish dispite the fact I've lived in Arizona my whole life, so if what Andie said (which should be "But why? I don't need to read to watch Telemundo.") is grammatically incorrect, don't yell at me- I don't know any better. Also, the "language" on Andie's back isn't real Spanish or Portuguese. I mixed up words that I liked best from the two languages... because that's how it evolved on Andie's home planet. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.