Where am I? Where's my weapon?

I paused, waiting for the response I had gotten used to, but none came. I frowned, a little worried. But, maybe Tok'ra can sleep. I got up and stretched, peering around me.

Wait, this is the SGC!

And, with that, the memories came flying back. The arrival of Martouf, the abrupt entrance of SG-11, Captain Finn getting knocked out, the SFs crumpling to the ground, running to the armory, people dressed in black, pain, and nothingness.

I walked a few steps until I was out of the room, and glanced down both sides of the hallway. It was spotless. That was the one thing that jumped out at me. There was no dirt, alien slime, or scraps of food on the floor. It was quite unsettling. A bit of green flicked into my peripheral vision, and I turned to see Major Ferreti coming around the corner.

"Lou!" I called out to him and he turned his face lighting up.

"Finally! I can't find anyone!"

I forced back a feeling of sickening dread at that statement, "Nobody?"

"Nobody. It's like they just cleaned up and left. Only the normal equipment is here. There's no coffee, paperwork, or even pencils lying around. Not even a bit of evidence showing anyone was here at all. Those alien bastards are gone too. Good riddance to them, but where the hell is everyone else?"

"I just woke up… I don't know."

I suddenly saw Ferreti's lips moving, but with no sound accompanying him. I heard breathing, slow breaths. I felt trapped, pressed down. The sound of wind, or whispers. Words. I could just make them out against the high pitched buzzing… My name? Something about the gate?

"Vis detinâtors… drea… keeper… n… real..."

My head spun, and the buzzing increased. Vis detinâtors… What was that, Romanian? Yes, Romanian. Why? The buzzing increased. Oh, god. Maybe it was important. Vis… dream. And detinâtor… what was that? Hold, no. It was… it was… keep! Yes, dream keeper. The buzzing increased to a ear splitting level, and I heard screaming. Who was that? Was it me. Maybe it was me…

"Dani! Danielle! Hey, Jackson. Wake up, damn it!"

My eyes flew open. Panting, I sat up. Wait, sat up? I glanced around and found myself on the concrete floor, with Ferreti crouching beside me.

"What-" I attempted to swallow, but, when I found that I couldn't, just stopped trying in favor of breathing.

"You just collapsed. You were saying something about dreams, and then you started screaming. What the hell was that, Dani? And, but the way, you hit your head when you collapsed. Let me check it."

"I'll do it. It doesn't hurt at all." I reached back to touch my head, and felt wetness. Pulling my had away, still feeling no pain, we both stared at my hand in shock. It was silver. I was bleeding silver! With a rush, everything clicked. No Nathifa. The cleanliness. The lack of people. The voice. Dream keeper… This was-

"A dream." I whispered quietly, "This isn't real. Oh, god. This isn't real. We're not here." My head spinning, the whispers growing in volume, I clumsily got to my feet and sprinted toward the end of the hallway. Yelling behind me. I didn't stop. 20 feet. 10 feet. The grey, rushing toward me. Closer, closer. Every instinct screaming for me to stop. I was burning, the whispers morphing into screams of protest. I should stop. No! You can't Almost there. The wall was close. inches away, forcing itself upon me. So close. keep going. Have to keep going. All the yelling, screaming. It had to stop. It had to end. Please. The fire, reaching it's peak, yelling full force. Then I hit. Silence. Deathly silence.

Danielle...

My eyes snapped open.

I woke up, groaning. Damn. A nail pounded and imbedded itself into my skull. I reached up to clutch my screaming head, but I hit a barrier. I glanced down. I was in a chair, with my hands on the arms, but there were no restraints. I pulled, but nothing happened. My head was facing the ceiling, so I tilted it down, examining my hands. A flicker. There was a flicker! I peered closer, and spotted it again. A glimmer around my hands and around my ankles. Force field duct tape. I never thought I'd see the day. Huh.

"Greetings."

I almost got whiplash from pulling my head up that quickly.

"Hi…" Who the hell are these people?

"We are the Gomearl. And you are..." The woman, dressed in all black, loomed over me.

I glanced around. I was still in the control room. Good. "Sam."

"What were you attempting to do while we were arriving?"

Well then, don't beat around the bush then, "I was trying to stop you from arriving. Don't think I succeeded."

"You did not."

"Alright. Think you could leave us alone? We did nothing to you. We hadn't even met you until you invaded our planet!"

"Ah, invading is not the correct word. We are… scouting. And this planet is perfect."

"For…" This did not sound so good. I was beginning to be afraid that this was one of those insane egotistical races that would kill all of us without blinking. Still, the fact that they didn't kill us in the first place is a good sign. I mean-

"We will use humans as growth pockets for our offspring."

What was I saying?

"You'll WHAT?" My eyebrows had shot up further than I though possible.

"We will use humans as-"

"Ya, I got that part, thanks. I'm just, um, shocked. So, what does the process of using us a growth pockets entail?" Might as well get information before I piss them off with sarcastic comments and snide remarks (gee, wonder who I learned that from).

"We will put you in a group dream state (turns out they can connect multiple people to the same dream), and allow our offspring to burrow into you, at the stomach. We will keep you alive, still in a dream state, while our offspring grows to be too large to fit inside your bodies. Then, they will break out from inside of you, grown to maturity, and we dispose of you."

At least they were forthcoming.

"Um, you know, that's not very, um, humane. In fact, that's downright cruel! You are destroying my entire race for the benefit of yourselves. That's really quite selfish. Maybe you could act a little less evil, too. You know it wouldn't kill you to at least pretend to be friendly! Maybe ask nicely? Not barge in here like a bull in a china shop."

Her eye narrowed and she glared pure death at me, "My race need this! For our young to mature, they need pockets of food and warmth. They stay in the mother and feed until they break out and the parent dies. We remove the offspring and put it in you, and all is well. Nobody dies. From our scans, you have billions of possible growth pockets. I think I'll make you the first transplant growth pocket."

That's not something you usually want to hear. And also something that's hard to think of a scathing retort to counter it. I opened my mouth to make some sarcastic comment about incubators, when a yell was heard just outside the door. Some whispering happened, and then two figures burst in and attacked the four aliens in the room. I suddenly felt a small zap of static, and my bonds were gone. Standing up and stretching, I turned to thank my saviors (I hope they were my saviors), and saw Dani and Ferreti stood side by side, collecting weapons from the downed aliens. Dani straightened up, dumping her stack of guns off to the side and smiled.

"Thank god your okay. Why didn't they put you into a dream state? And do you know where everyone else is?"

Of all the words I could have used, I just couldn't think of a good one, "Huh?"

Dani walked over and hugged me briefly, "I'll take that as a no. Oh, and Nathifa says that these guys are called Vis detinâtors, or dream keepers. Well, they call themselves the Gomearl. They have conquered thousands of worlds in the last decade. They even attacked the Tok'ra at one point. The dream keepers killed about twenty of them. Nathifa also mentioned that they can camouflage with their background, so it's extremely hard to see them when they blend. We have our work cut out for us."

I blinked at her, absorbing this boatload of information, "Alright… so, we find the armory, get out our own weapons, find everyone else, and defeat these aliens."

"One small problem."

Crap. Could this get any worse, "Problem?"

"Their suits are bullet, zat, and staff weapon proof."

My mouth dropped. I needed to get my hands on that material. That was amazing. But, bad for us. Very, very, very bad, "So, we have to take a base full of camouflaging aliens out hand-to-hand?"

"Not necessarily. Nathifa says that they are vulnerable to gamma radiation. Think you can whip something up? Maybe a radiation gun of some sort?"

I nodded, ideas already forming in my mind, "We've been working on the energy weapons SG-12 brought back, and I can modify them to shoot pulses of gamma radiation. Should take about an hour to do all of them. If you guys help, maybe about 45 minutes."

Dani sighed, "Okay. Ready?"

"Yep." I nodded, snatching up an alien energy weapon (may not work on them, but it's probably good for hitting evil alien races with).

"Ready." Ferreti also grabbed a weapon from the pile.

"Sam? Want to take point?" Dani pulled out her knife, looking at it critically.

I took a deep breath, nodding to her as I walked out of the control room, starting down the corridor. All we had to do was fight a large amount of aliens hand to hand to get to my lab on the other side of the base, modify the energy weapons to shoot radiation without getting caught, find everybody else and wake them up, and take over a base filled with technologically advanced camouflaging aliens without being killed. Yep, piece of cake.

NOTE:

Hey guys! Thank you SO MUCH for the reviews! The next chapter will hopefully be in Jack's POV (he will be in the same dream with Eytan and Teal'c, and there will be a rivalry with Eytan and Jack, as requested), so if you have any other suggestions, please say so! I'll post the next chapter ASAP. Thanks again :)