The next few weeks are full. Hours of physio and even more hours of debriefings. Neither is pleasant at all. I especially do not enjoy reliving all the traumas of my experiences in the alternate reality – even more so when those asking the questions find the whole thing fascinating on an intellectual level. However, there is so much data on the laptop I brought back with me - all of it needing to be sifted through and be compared to my own observations. I tell those asking everything I can remember – the one thing I keep to myself is the relationship between O'Neill and Daniel. People here are pretty open-minded in general but the military is still a bit apprehensive about stuff like that. There is no need to potentially make things awkward for the two men in this reality.

I work very hard on the physio, determined to get back in the field again as soon as possible. My team spends as much time with me as they can but they're so often off on missions without me and I don't like it at all. SG-1 has been busy as well so I haven't seen Daniel at all since that first time I woke from my coma. He has passed messages along with people saying hi and that he is thinking of me but so far our schedules haven't allowed for anything else.

Miraculously my team know of the Daniel situation but do not tease me about it. They never have in fact. They are merciless about other things and I give back as good as I get. But never about Daniel. They know he is too important to me. It has been decided by everyone – perhaps even me – that I will make a move on Daniel soon. During their visits the men argue about the best way for me to go about this.

Harris thinks I should just blurt out everything. Cards on the table. He is certainly not the type to ever hold back saying whatever he wants. Plus he has this idea of Daniel as being way more emotionally evolved than an ordinary man. That he will instantly react the right way. Harper agrees about Daniel but also sees the more guarded aspects of him. He suggests a softer approach more along the lines of asking Daniel on a date. Stating interest but not declaring love at this stage. Men, he says, are stupid and scare easily.

Osborne, however – Osborne of all people! – will not be swayed from a different plan of attack. He favours a frontal assault. A full body slam – lip to lip – frontal assault. Osborne says I shouldn't give the 'enemy' any chance to escape. That the 'enemy' needs to be overwhelmed until the only choice left to him is surrender. In the past, I have definitely been a believer in Osborne's strategy. More often than not it's the one I tend to employ.

However, this is Daniel we're talking about. Seconds under his gaze and my courage deserts me. Oh, I can talk with him fine enough but the moment I even think of acting on my feelings my brain freezes. Who knows what will happen now I have my whole team on my ass, pysching me up for 'battle'. Maybe I'll have a chance. If I can work out which strategy would work best on my dear archaeologist.

"Just don't let him have a chance to think." Osborne insists. "You don't want him thinking with his brain."

"Oz!" I protest, spluttering but my blush is totally feigned.

Harris is grinning now, enthused by Osborne's plan but I have a feeling he's thinking it should also involve me clubbing Daniel over the head and dragging him back to my lair.

"You know..." Harper says quietly. "SG-1 is still on stand-down after the craziness in South America and the rest."

I had been told about Daniel being kidnapped and held hostage in Nicaragua before being rescued by O'Neill only after the whole situation had been resolved – for which I was very grateful. Daniel had caught a bullet in his leg but it had been soft tissue damage. He had been in the infirmary only briefly and it hadn't been while I was there.

"Guy could probably use some company." Osborne suggests. "After all he's been through. Hole in his leg and whatnot."

Harris makes a big deal of swivelling around as if searching for something. "Now if we can only find a spare nurse's outfit around here..."

I smack him in the face with a pillow.

"You don't have to make your strike now, Dax." Harper continues seriously. "Just do a bit of recon. Maybe see how the land lies. Make contact with the 'enemy'."

I can feel myself being talked into it. Not that I'm baulking at the idea. I haven't seen Daniel in ages. I have a feeling though that if I don't do something soon they'll take action themselves somehow and I really don't like the idea of Daniel being cornered by my crazy family.

By the time they've walked me to Daniel's office, they have me almost completely convinced that I'm a beautiful, independent and powerful woman and that Daniel will be completely my puppet to play with as I wish. Almost. Of course, I don't feel particularly independent or powerful when I have to lean on them to walk this far.

My team pretty much shove me through the door, psyched up for glorious battle. I am filled with the certainty of victory. Nothing can stop me now. Daniel looks up at me and all my bravado deflates like a popped balloon.