Stargate SG-0

A/N: This is where things start to look up. looooooong chapter here. Aren't I nice! You'll also be pleased to know that I've got this whole section of plot finished, if not typed.

Javan was dreaming. Strange dreams, but not like those he'd had since the fever. This one was less ethereal, more real somehow. He was on a planet – hot – underground. On the surface, ice, snow – a city. Therra, Torren, Karlan. "Well then I feel better." So close – so far. A bowl, remembering, Caulder. "We have to question it. Every assumption, everything. We have to question everything." Karlan dead – Kelowna – Jonas. Karlan back – Kelowna – Anubis. Karlan gone again – RepliCarter – Dakara. No memorial. Karlan back again – gone again – the Ori! Hathor – evil – Sam. Hathor – Seth – resist – OW! "Karlan!" he was there, in the browned Gateroom, they both were.

"Daniel, actually. Good."

"God is my judge. Whadya mean, good! That hurt!"

"You're starting to break their memory block. But you're going to have to keep this quiet, Jack."

"Jack?"

"Jonah?"

"Jack."

"Exactly."

"Daniel! But I thought -"

"We've defeated Anubis. Oma and Janet and I, we're free to act. Janet's trying to convince the Others, Oma's watching developments on this plane. I'll join Janet, as soon as I can, but we've got to get you and Sam out of here first. The mission's a bust without the two of you."

"Who?"

"Sam. Jolinar? Therra?"

"Ah. Ah!"

"And, before you ask, I'm appearing in a dream because this is the most unobtrusive method of doing so, and I don't want to alert the Ori to the fact that I'm here. You're going to have to go mad. Say that the world is round; the Ori are evil; the Priors wear nightgowns etcetera."

"Okay..."

"Then go due west, over the horizon, until you reach another village. Sam's in there somewhere, but I don't know where. The Ori think she's more important, so she's heavily guarded. They've underestimated you, Jack, and it'll be your undoing. I can't get through without alerting them. You can. Those years of fighting off various alien mind controls have paid off now, if ever they did. I don't know if even you could've succeeded without."

"Okay."

"I have to go now." there was a tear running down his cheek.

"Where?"

"I don't know." Javan – Jack – sensed that his memories had taken over and that Daniel was gone. He awoke next morning feeling refreshed for the first time since the fever.

"We have to question everything." That's what Karlan – Daniel had said. So question already! he thought. Did I ever have a fever? Are the Others as black as they are painted? Are the Ori as white? Why do the Priors wear nightgowns?

Suddenly, he knew. As if a floodgate had been opened, all his life's memories and experienced rushed back into his head, along with Daniel's instructions. Good old Daniel, he thought. We'd've been lost for sure long ago without him. He put his clothes on, shoved his shoes up his sleeves, ate some breakfast, and packed some lunch then rushed out into the village in his nightshirt and stockinged feet shouting "The Ori are evil! Priors wear nightgowns! Why aren't there any pink elephants? There should be! The sky is BLUE!" He then rushed out of the village, under the green sky, shouting other nonsenses. Once he hit the tree line, he took off his nightshirt, put on his shoes and started moving due west at a steady jog. After a long time, he spotted a house on the horizon. He sped up. Finally, he puffed into the village, a perfect twin of his own.

Cherra was just teaching Genajor to spin – weaving and dyeing would come later – when there was a loud commotion outside.

"I came from beyond the horizon."

"Oh!" Cherra rushed to get outside. "Genajor, he was there! All this time! Just over the horizon!"

Terrible hope was written on her face as she reached her door.

"Sam?" at the blonde's blank look, tried "Jolinar? Therra?"

"Cherra. And you are...?" Her hope turning to a piteous despair, she drew herself up to make introductions.

"Jack."

"Right. Jack, this" indicating her friend who had now emerged from the hut "is Genajor. Genajor, this is Jack."

"Okay. Can I talk to you two?" the two was added after Jack saw that the two women were identical.

"Sure. My hut okay?"

"I've been outside for quite a while, I'm a little claustrophobic. Can we walk and talk?"

"Sure. Genajor?"

"I'm not sure..."

At her frankly terrified expression, Jack said kindly "Agoraphobe?"

"Yeah,"

"We could talk in the forest. Not too enclosed but not too open."

"What about the demons and wild beasts?"

"I'm from over the horizon. I can protect you both from a few petty demons, no problem. Let faith in the Ori be your sheild."

"All right..." They walked towards the forest, talking of this and that, until they reached a clearing with a large ring, made of metal or stone, with a small device next to it. Cherra stopped dead, her face white. Genajor rushed towards it, saying "This must be the controller. Look how small it is!"

As if in a trance, Cherra walked up to the device and punched in seven symbols saying "Let God be my judge. We have to go through."

"To where?"

"The other side."

"Where's that?"

"The land of he whom God judges."

"Ah. I see. Come on, Genajor."

A/N 2: STILL looking for a beta. Anyone? Please? As long as you've seen Nine and Ten so far, I'll accept with alacrity.

A/N 3: Next chapter, we find out who Sam is and what the other has done. Also, we find out what's happened to Cherra. Keep on reading!