Title: Arsenic and Antimony
Author: Nym Washi
Summary: A planet holds possibilities SG-1 never imagined, but what happens when they screw it up?
Season: Future-I've seen up to Space Race
Spoilers: Anything up to mid Season Seven
Rating: PG
Pairings: Nothing other than show scripted canon
Archive: Please ask me first
Disclaimer: If I owned them the series would be different, just borrowing, I'll clean up when I'm done.

When Daniel awoke he was in a room, a room with four walls that seemed to throb painfully. He waited a moment and realised it was him throbbing painfully, or to be more exact his head. Groaning he rolled over on his side, he was in some sort of infirmary. Small narrow beds surrounded by white sheet walls.

Hearing a groan followed by a soft thump in the sheeted room next to his, Daniel lay back down and pretended to be sleeping. That is, until a familiar voice hissed in his ear.

Jack O'Neill whispered loudly. Wake up! Jack gave him a shove and Daniel turned his eyes to glare at him. Where are Carter and Teal'c? Jack continued, scanning the room.

We are here O'Neill. Teal'c's even voice floated from the other side of the sheet wall. Daniel pulled it back to find Teal'c and Sam, both looking slightly out of it leaning heavily against each other.

Jack asked.

Oh yeah. Sam replied moving to sit on the edge of Daniel's bed.

I too have noticed an unpleasant pain located behind the eyes.

So we've all got the same headache, side effect of whatever that stuff was they painted on us? Jack asked. Sam shrugged.

Maybe, or it could be our missing oxygen supplements. The Major noted that all of them were without the devices Janet had rigged up for them in the alien atmosphere.

Okay, well headaches aside, doesn't everyone agree we should probably get out of here? The trio turned to look at Daniel.

You wanna leave? Jack asked incredulously. Daniel nodded.

Let's not repeat the welcoming committee.

I concur. Teal'c intoned from his standing position.

Alright, Teal'c take point, Carter get our six. Let's go. No sooner had Teal'c opened the curtain when the group ran smack into several of the aliens. Jack said backing up. I don't know what you did but it left one killer of an impression.

The front most alien asked. It shouldn't have.

It shouldn't....You can talk. Daniel said slowly before he caught himself. What I mean is we can understand you now.

Yes, that was the purpose of the ki-taktak. The last word was lost in a clicking noise.

The what? Sam asked stepping closer. The alien shook it's head.

Not all the words will be translated.

How do you mean translated? Daniel asked. The alien paused.

The...substance changes how your mind hears words. It said slowly. You now hear and speak in our words.

Your words? How? Will it wear off? Daniel's mind raced, this was an incredible discovery, these people could literally change the way a brain processed language through a paste on the arm.

It will wear off, after time and when you are back with your own people, hearing your own language.

Jack interrupted. Is this all possible? Daniel looked at the man and edged away from the aliens.

It's possible. We don't really know how language works, how it's formed or what decides what language a person will speak. Certainly environment plays a role but other than.....

The man stopped mid sentence. It's possible though, right? The archaeologist shrugged.

For all intensive purposes, yes.

Major Carter had continued to talk with the aliens and now she called her CO over.

What is it Major?

It seems we have a problem Sir. The people here don't normally allow visitors, the gate has a fail safe. However for some reason they don't know, a wormhole has twice established from Earth.

The point, Carter?

Sir, since our first MALP came through an increasing number of what I'd call earthquakes have been occurring. As if on cue the ground shook causing several small items to fall from shelves.

What do they call them? O'Neill asked.

That's the thing, the don't have a name for them. They've never had anything like this happen before. Sir, I think we may be indirectly responsible.

Nym -18/5/04 Yes, it's short but I'm getting there. Keep the feedback coming, I'llpost more soon!