"...It looked like Dr. Jackson, but it did not speak like Dr. Jackson," Major Frankes said, crossing his arms. "I don't know what you were thinking, letting him do that to himself. He could have gotten us killed."
Cam unclenched his fist. "We did not 'let' him do this. He did this behind our backs. You think I would have let him do this if we knew?"
"No, but he does have a track record of making hasty decisions and then asking for forgiveness afterwards," the major challenged.
"No argument there. But he still is on my team, and he was doing something to help all of us."
"I think Daniel was getting impatient with all the frivolous searching for Merlin's weapon," Vala quipped behind me.
I swung around, Cam not far behind, and stared at her. "Jackson was doing the best thing he could to give us alternatives. The Ori are closing in on us and backing us into a corner," Cam said, taking a step toward Vala. "Jackson was merely helping us find a way to defeat them."
"I would be careful what you say, Miss Mal Doran," Landry said from where he stood beside the coffee pot. "Dr. Jackson may have acted rashly but he is still a member of this base, no matter if he looks like the enemy. We don't leave anyone behind."
I closed my eyes and held back the tears. Landry stood, squaring his shoulders and stirring his coffee, looking at each one of us. "We know where he has been. Do we know where he will be next?" Major Frankes shook his head. "Very well, we can make our best guess then. Colonels Carter, Mitchell and Dr. Lee get together and study the tactics and patterns of the Ori as they have been crossing the galaxy. Teal'c, I want you to take SG-17 and SG-19 and get them ready."
"What about our remaining one day of down time?" Vala asked.
"Rescinded. SG-1: you're cleared for duty."