Daniel bolted upright, cold sweat dripping off of him.

Everything was blurred. He groped around until he found what he was looking for. As Daniel pulled his glasses onto his face everything came it to focus.

He was in his apartment; the soft glow of dawn was peeking through the window. As he regained his bearings his breathing slowed and he started to think strait.

Blinking his eyes against the throbbing pain in his head, he lifted a hand to cradle it. It was shaking so badly that he had to put it right back down. A feeling of utter helplessness swept over him, he could barely move for trembling. It was one of the most unsettling things that he had ever experienced, completely paralysed with shock, and that was really saying something.

Suddenly his brain gave a particularly painful throb and he doubled over in pain, pulling his arms up either side of his head. A pained grown escaped his lips. His mind was pushing something into his thoughts, relentlessly insistent on his attention. But the pain of it was unbearable.

And there it was, as clear as if it had always been there.

"Gate address." His voice a horse whisper, he could feel the six symbols pressing into his mind. Scrambling to his feet he started to look for a pen and paper.

*****

"Mitchell, wait up." Daniel called after the Colonel. He jogged down the concrete hall of the SGC to catch up with his friend.

"Jackson," half cried Mitchell, exasperated at Daniel's appearance there, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I work here." He replied, falling into step beside Cameron.

"Err, not at the moment ya not."

"Oh yes, the taking me off active duty thing." Said Daniel with an air of sarcastic calm, "was that really necessary by the way."

"Hey, you've had the same dream every other night for the last month. We cheeked you're house out and there was no one doing a bad Osiris impression so the Doc has put it down to stress. When you're stressed you stay at home, you eat junk food, play video games."

"I actually find it more stressful when I have to sit around at home with the Ori threat out there when I …"

Mitchell cut him off abruptly. "Jackson, we've been over this. Many times if I recall"

"Yes, yes we have, but I'm here about something different."

Daniel stoped walking and moved to side of the corridor to let others past. After riffling around in his pocket for a moment he extracted a scrap of note paper.

"It's a gate address. This is the first time it's come up. I saw it on the pedestal." He was breathless with excitement and was speaking faster by the minute.

"I am assuming that this is the pedestal in the alien, secret garden, thingy."

"Yes, yes."

"And now tell me, was this before or after the crazy screaming chick came through the Gate?" Daniel was growing ever exasperated with Mitchell's cynicism. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and cradled his pounding head.

"Hey, you okay there Jackson?"

"Yeah," he replied, his face breaking into a pained grimace. "I'm just tired." Before Mitchell could interrupt with any words of sympathy, or God forbid advice to go home, he carried on. "Look I think this could be something that I learnt when I was ascended."

"Then why would you be remembering it just now?" questioned Mitchell adamantly as tried to get a good look at Daniel's face behind his hands.

Daniel managed to regain his composure and he stared into Mitchell's eyes, trying desperately to let him know how strongly he felt about this, "Well we've all been going through a lot of trouble to find the Sangraal lately. Maybe my subconscious is throwing up the memory of the planet that it's on."

Mitchell couldn't help looking sceptical at this point. "What's a garden got to do with a little red stone?"

"Could be what the planet looks like."

"And "Crazy Screaming Chick"?"

To this Daniel could only reply dejectedly, "I don't know, I can't remember her from any where." Grimacing again he held up the scrap of note paper. "Just take a team and cheek it out, that's all I ask."

"Fine" snatching the scrap of paper out of Daniel's hand, he was staring him down and talking in burst of frustration, "Now you are going to go home and you are going to play PlayStation"

"I hate video games."

"You're a sick man, Jackson." And he went on his way, leaving Daniel to total boredom during the day and terror at night.