AN- HI, Y'all! Okay, this is a repost of chapter 1 because I found a bunch of mistakes. This story takes place around mid- to late season 7. It was originally posted S5, but that didn't work with what I had planned. If the time frame gets confusing, that's why. Also, the first couple chapters are a little slow and pretty badly written, but they get much better around chapter 3-ish. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I own nothing recognizable. If the characters apear mangled, my fish, Chipo, probably chewed on them to alleviate his chronic boredom.

Chapter 1

Dreams, Voices, and Things that go "Bump" in the Night

Daniel Jackson woke with a start, hitting his head hard on the bunk above him. Dang! That hurt! He thought. Breathing heavily, he scanned the hut he was in. Oh, yeah, I'm still on P92-071-what's its name? Ummm...Krift. He heard snoring in the corner. Hmmm...Must be about 10:30pm Earth Time; Jack always stops snoring around 11:00. Teal'c was still in a state of Kelno-reem, the Jaffa form of sleep-meditation, and the members of SG-3 were all asleep. He leaned back onto his pillow with an audible sigh. The bump on his head felt like a dagger through his brain. That's the fifth time I've done that this week, He thought. If this keeps up, I'm gonna need brain surgery. A groggy "You okay Daniel?" from the bunk above him made him jump. Oops. I forgot about Sam. That whack on the bunk probably woke her up.

"I'm fine, Sam," he whispered back.

"Are you sure?" Sam mumbled, "You sound a little stressed,"

Daniel snorted. "Well, confused and in pain would be better words,"

"Did you have 'that dream' again?"

"Yeah, like I said, 'confused'"

Sam turned over in her bunk. "Well, don't get too confused again, okay? The rest of us need sleep too, you know."

"Sorry, Sam. Good night,"

There was no reply; she was asleep.

Daniel rolled over and closed his eyes. It always seems so real, he thought, but I know it's not. It's just a dream. A weird, spooky, and beautiful dream, but a dream no less. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, and tried to figure out something—anything—about the dream that could tell him why he'd had it every night for the last month. The city...it's definitely alien; the level of technology is too advanced for Earth, but it's so real…his thoughts drifted away as sleep took him again.

Whoa! Daniel stood on the edge of a very tall building in the middle of a densely populated city. He was so high he could barely make out the roads on the ground. In the distance, he could see what looked like huge meadows, but with grass that was the color of the Stargate's event horizon. It was sunset here, coloring the horizon with splashes of pink, yellow and red. He knew he was dreaming, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to wake up anytime soon. Maybe I'll figure out where I am this time, he thought. The Dream usually lasted the same amount of time, but he figured out a little more about it every time.

As he surveyed the city around him, he could see different kinds of buildings; industrial, recreational, executive, and some that looked like homes. Walkways, crowded with beings of all shapes and sizes (Daniel even spotted some Asgard, and there were beings that looked like feline-esque humans), spanned the considerable distances between them. Wow, he thought, as he saw lanes of heavy traffic going through mid-air, some even going through holes built into the buildings, wherever I am, it's certainly more advanced than Earth…maybe even more than the Tok'ra.

Daniel heard a strange noise behind him, and turned around. A hovercar, like those in the traffic lanes, was heading straight for him, and it wasn't slowing down! He ducked just in time, barely managing to keep his head attached to the rest of his body. I've never had this dream with such…clarity, he thought with a shudder. He stepped away from the edge of the building, feeling woozy and disoriented from the close call, and started looking around again.

The roof he was standing on was the color of naquadah, the material that composed the 'Gate, and there was an emplacement of antennae on the far corner. Over to his left there was a large, square pillar that looked rather useless. What a boring rooftop, he thought.

"Daniel."

He turned around, but saw no one. Weird; I've never heard a voice in this dream. Hmm...

Come, Daniel

He didn't hear it that time. At least, not with his ears, but it was in his mind like he had heard it, even though it wasn't very clear. "Come where?" he said aloud.

Come to me, Daniel

"Come to you? Who are you?"

I'm a friend.

"A friend?" He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of friend would talk to me in my dreams?"

One that needs your help.

"You're asking for help from a confused guy in a dream, you know," What the heck kind of weird trick is my subconscious playing on me? He thought.

It's because of me that you're even having this dream. It's the only way I can communicate with you.

The raised eyebrow switched sides. "You've been making me have this dream back on Earth for the last month?"

Yes.

Uh-oh, he thought, if this person can control my dreams, what else can they do? I guess it also means I have no control over what happens here...I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't ducked that hovercar. The thought made him shudder involuntarily. This was not good.

The sun had set completely now, and even the faintest hints of natural light were gone as lights in the windows throughout the city came on. Daniel relaxed a little with the fading light. This is really beautiful, He thought.

You may see it in person someday, and not just in a dream.

Whoa, I didn't say that out loud, did I?

No, Daniel. But I still heard you.

Well, Daniel's brow furrowed in thought, this voice sounds female, I just can't figure out why…and she can hear my thoughts. This isn't good, and it's getting weirder by the minute.

Lots of moons were rising now, and Daniel tried to count them. It somehow soothed his worries about this voice. He had just reached seventeen when the voice came again, clearer this time.

Are you frightened?

"Not really," it was the truth. "I was at first, but it's so beautiful and peaceful here; how could I stay scared?"

I know how you feel.

"How do you know that?"

This is my home.

"Well, I guess that would explain it,"

The voice did not reply. In fact, it stayed silent for a long time. Daniel took the opportunity to finish counting the moons. Wow, He thought, twenty-three moons. Any space traffic would have fun with the gravity flux, I'll bet.

Not really. We've developed technology that renders the effect completely inert.

"There you go, reading my thoughts again! That's really starting to freak me out!" He was getting irritated by this dream that just wouldn't quit, and the fact that the Voice was starting to sound familiar didn't help.

If you wish, I'll leave you alone, Daniel.

"Ok," Daniel burst suddenly, his curiosity getting the better of him, "here's something that's bugging me; you say that you know me, but how?"

Come to me and I'll show you.

"How?" it was genuine curiosity that drove him now. As the voice got clearer, it started to sound familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. Maybe seeing her face will help, he thought. It was worth a shot.

There is a door to your left. Go to it.

"You mean on the other side of that pillar?" he asked.

Yes.

"Okay," he did as he was told. And I thought that pillar was useless, he thought, it must be some sort of stairwell. I wish I would wake up; this dream is getting annoying.

He turned and walked to his left. As he did, each step felt less real than the one before it.

As Daniel reached for the door, a small voice in the back of his mind said this isn't real. It's just a dream. Why bother?

At that, the Dream voice practically screamed in his head. No, Daniel! You'll wake up if you think that! I need you! Don't wake up...please...I need your help!

The pleading voice was fading, though. "I'm sorry," He said, "I wish I could help." With that, he could no longer resist the call of the conscious world.

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