Parting of the Ways
Ch. 4
*(Earth, Stargate Command)*
The whole base was full of an exciting buzz. Amy bobbed and weaved as she ran through the normally empty corridors. She arrived at her destination, only slightly out of breath. Amy hung on the doorframe for support as she recovered. Daniel moved busily around his office, packing books into a bag.
"Amy, I was just about to find you," Dr. Jackson greeted her, calmly.
When he finally stopped what he was doing he gazed over at her, amused.
"That is hardly the way a Tok'ra behaves," he told her.
"Yeah, well," Amy started, walking into the room. "She's just gonna have to get used to it. Goodness knows these past four months haven't been an easy adjustment for me."
"Nor for her either," Daniel reminded her, taking a quick look in one of the books before putting it in a pile.
She waved the reminder away and motioned at the books and journals that lay out all over the desk.
"Walter told me you've found Atlantis?" she asked, excitedly.
"We've found Atlantis," he corrected her, with an emphasis on the first word. "There were . . . Are several teams involved."
Amy waved her hand this way and that once more.
"So, what do you need me for?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," Daniel said. He turned his attention fully on her now and informed her seriously, "You will be going to Atlantis in my place."
"What? You're not coming?" she asked, mouth wide open.
"I just need you to go and pack," Daniel continued as if she did not interrupt.
"You have been looking for Atlantis for years," Amy told him, with emphasis on the last word.
"Jack needs me here," he told her. "Please, Amy." The softness in his voice made her close her mouth before objecting any further. "There is no one else whom Id rather have to take my place."
Amy finally gave in and nodded.
"What's all this, then?" she asked, desperately trying to keep her voice even.
"Oh, I thought Id pack some of my books and journals from the past few years on Ancient for you to reference from every now and then," Daniel answered, picking up another book.
"Well, I guess I'm off to go and pack my things then," Amy said a little too formally for Daniels liking.
She turned and left his office.
(Destiny, Mess)
The ship was empty in most places, except for the Infirmary and several rooms that were used for overflow.
Amy stared down at her bowl, the spoon in her hand, but stirring the contents. She was on the verge of falling asleep. There was a tickle in her throat and coughed to get rid of it. The two other people in the room glared at her for a second before continuing with their meal.
"You're not sounding good," Eli said from behind.
He sat down across from her, bowl and cup in hand.
"It's nothing," Amy told him. "I have a slight advantage over everyone else here."
"Really?" he asked. "And what might that be?"
"The Symbiote helps protect the body from any and probably all diseases," she told him.
Amy bobbed her head shortly before looking over at him.
"That is only when I get the desired rest that I need to actually heal the body," Keira added, slightly irritable.
Elis spoon dropped back into the bowl with a plop and squinted at her faintly.
"You must be Keira?" he asked uncertainly.
"I am," she confirmed with a small bow. "And Amy knows full well that I need rest to maintain the bodies health."
"She's stubborn, huh?" Eli asked, picking up his spoon once more.
Keira ate a spoonful.
"She is the most stubborn Host I have ever inhabited," she confirmed.
"That is the reason the two of you work so well together," a gruff sort of voice said.
"You are supposed to be in quarantine, Colonel Everett," Keira reminded him.
"TJ said that the infection has spread out through the entire ship. So, there's no point in the quarantine anymore," the Colonel informed her.
"Crap," Amy moaned.
"Amy?" Eli asked.
"Yeah," she answered tiredly. Amy glanced up at Everett, "Is there anything that you are here for, Colonel?"
"TJ was under the impression that you could not make your way to your bed by yourself," he told her. "Good thing too. You look like hell."
Amy smirked a small smile.
"Such a charmer you are, Colonel Everett," Keira told him.
Everett extended his hand.
"Shall we?" he asked.
She merely nodded, got up slowly, and said farewell to Eli before following the Colonel out.
To be continued . . .