A.N. ~ I want to thank Kazamen for eliminating my writers block, without your encouragement this chapter would have taken a lot longer to complete, and for the brainstorming that will help with future chapters. Thanks a million.

Chapter 16 ~ Desperate Acts.

Daniel paused in the doorway to his office, took a big swig from his coffee mug and observed the sight before him. He had left, half an hour before, to meet with Sam regarding the progress of the repair of the ship; the results of which where that it was going to take longer than she had first thought. There were simply too many crystals to be restored for it to be a quick fix. Now he had returned, he found Leesia in exactly the same position she had been in before he left.

She was perched on the high stool at his workbench, her elbows on the surface, and her head in her hands, staring down at the image below. Her yellow note book to her right, poised and ready to store her findings, remained disturbingly blank. Daniel was starting to regret his suggestion for her to return to work to keep her mind busy on other matters. She had made a remarkable recovery over the last few days, but she still had some healing to do.

He softly cleared his throat to announce his presence (having learnt recently that sneaking up on her in her current jumpy state was not a good idea), and stepped up behind her, loving grazing his hand up her spine. "How's it going?" he asked softly, glancing over her shoulder to see what she was studying. It was the same stake of photo print outs he had given her earlier. SG-2 had done a survey of P3X-439, on finding ruins on the planet they had photographed the text and upon returning to the SGC had giving the pictures to Daniel to translate. He had immediately turned them over to Leesia, as he did was most of the Ancient translations, thus leaving himself free to work on the information Sam was regularly sending back from the ship.

"Uh, slowly," she admitted, in the hallow tone that he was getting used to hearing from her. "I keep getting…distracted."

At the hint of aggravation in her voice, Daniel immediately stopping his caress of her back and jerked his hand away. He nodded thoughtfully and murmured a "Sorry", before turning to his overloaded desk.

He knew that if he had Leesia's help the translation would be going a lot faster, but he refused to let her. Very early on, he had found a section of the log referring to the orders Anubis had given his Jaffa regarding their mission to secure their baby. Their primary objective was to get the baby and return to Tararus, by whatever means necessary. Their secondary was to leave Leesia and himself alive, for the purpose of if his first use of the child proved unsuccessful, Anubis could try again with any future offspring they may have. The thought of how their baby was being used and that Anubis had viewed Leesia and himself as nothing more than breeding stock had made Daniel feel so nauseas he had been violently sick right there in his office. There was no way he was going to allow Leesia to know any of this.

As Sam had promised, he found another large section to be translated, waiting for him when he powered up his laptop. He was grateful to find that at first glance it appeared to be details on the amalgamations of the Asgard technology onto the ship. He worked diligently for hours, only understanding half of the technical data, and sent his translations back to Sam before he noticed how much time had passed.

He looked up from his computer screen and gave a worried glance over to his wife. She had hardly moved and as he watched, he saw her head drooped fractionally lower and noticed that she was struggling to keep her weary eyes open.

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back, leaning her against his chest. Gratefully, she dropped her head back onto his shoulder and ran her hands down his forearms.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked, as he pressed a kiss in her hair.

"When was the last time you slept?" she threw back at him, her voice touched with annoyance. "Do not assume that you require less sleep than I."

"I am not recovering from major blood lose," he countered.

She turned her attention back to the photo printouts. "I will sleep when you do." she told him obstinately.

Daniel huffed in annoyance. He needed to work, needed to keep his mind busy. The second he stopped his mind would turn back to that ship and he would be plagued with thoughts of what he could have done differently. The million and one 'what ifs' that could have resulted in him saving their son. He knew that Leesia was doing the same thing, as he was which is why he had continued working way past the point of exhaustion, they both needed this life line from the torment that dogged them relentlessly. However, enough was enough; she had nearly died on that operating table and had to rest. Had she not been here he would have continued to push himself further, but if him getting some rest as well was her condition than that was what had to happen.

"Fine," he said softly, gently pulling her off her stool. "Come on."

He could see that she wanted to argue, but was grateful that she didn't. She scooped up the stack of photos and allowed him to guide her out of the office and together, in thoughtful silence, they made their way to their quarters.

He helped her undress so she could shower and then changed the dressing on her operation wound across her bikini line for her. She remained completely silent throughout, leading him, once again, to the thought that she blamed him. He had lost count of how many times in the last few days the thought had occurred to him. There was just no other reason, which he could think of, that would explain her drastic change in attitude towards him. She only spoke when asked a direct question and on the rare occasions that she did make eye contact with him, it was brief and pained. All of his favourites of her expressions had vanished; the mischievous grin, the questioning puppy head tilt, the eyes-lit-up smile, all of them existed only in his memories, having been replaced by a hollow void. And, he knew that he would only see them again when he got their baby back.

As he stripped off himself and stepped into the shower stall, he pictured how the scene would play out in his head. He saw the gateroom, brightly lit by the wavering light of the active Stargate, Leesia waiting expectantly at the bottom of the ramp. He saw Jack, Sam and Teal'c precede him through the wormhole and then he would emerge from the event horizon, eyes locked on the tiny bundle, swathed in blue, cradled in his arms. Leesia would rush up to meet him and he would gently handover their son into his mother's arms.

'It will happen!' he thought as he shed secret tears. 'Whatever it takes. It will happen!'

Tears dried and breathing even, he returned the bedroom. He set his alarm for the early morning briefing, folded his glasses next to it and slipped into bed behind her. The slight shakiness to her breaths informed him that he wasn't the only one who had spent some private tears. She didn't move as he spooned himself around her, taking up his usual position, hoping that his closeness would be a comfort to her, but as he wrapped his arm lightly around her waist she snuggled deeper into his embrace and they whispered their love to each other.

The scratching of her pencil woke him two hours before his alarm was due to go off. Leesia was sitting up in bed scribbling feverously upon her note pad. He watched her for a few moments, while he blinked the sleep from his eyes. The dark circles under her eyes were more prominent and her lids were heavy.

"Did you get any sleep?" he asked, his voice croaking slightly due to the early hour.

She jumped, startled.

"Sorry," he said, sitting up. "I didn't mean to scare you." He dipped his head so he could place a kiss to her shoulder. "Want some help?"

"No need." she said, ripping the sheet from the pad and handing it to him. "I have finished."

He glanced over her findings, noticing that her usual bubbly handwriting had been replaced with a hurried jaggedness.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright. "It's another repository of knowledge," he gasped out, as he concluded reading her report. "I had no idea there was more than one."

"It is relevant?" she asked, sounding surprised by his excited reaction.

"Uh, maybe not right now, but it's certainly significant."

…

The second Daniel entered the briefing room his heart plummeted. He had been hoping, right down to his toes, for the news that the ship was ready and they would be getting the go ahead for the mission, but as he took in the sight before him, he felt all that hope rush out of him in one huge burst of disappointment.

General Hammond sat in his usual position at the head of the table, the scowl he wore easy to read. He knew what was in store and clearly was not looking forward to it. Jack sat to his left, mirroring much of the General's distaste. Teal'c's usual relaxed appearance had been replaced by one of tense restraint and Sam looked sorrowful to the point of looking pained. But, it was who was sat on Hammond's right that had Daniel the most concerned.

"Thank you for joining us, Doctor Jackson." Woolsey greeted.

"What's going on?" Daniel asked warily, as he took his seat next to Sam.

No one seemed to want to answer his question. Eventually it was Hammond who braved the inevitable.

"We've just received word from the Tok'ra. Anubis is gathering his forces."

…

Back in the quarters, Leesia paced, feeling useless. Her eyes flicked back, for what felt like the hundredth time to the clock hanging on the wall. The hands marking out the slowly changing time on their continuous circular path.

The meeting was taking too long. Every second, was a second longer she was parted from her child; every second was one longer than she could bear. She couldn't stay here doing nothing while her baby was out there, alone and unprotected with the enemy.

Daniel had to seek General Hammond's permission to act, but nothing was stopping her. Her eyes fell upon Daniel's laptop abandoned on the sideboard. Speedily, she powered it up, and began searching through the data, hunting for the answer for the only question that she currently cared about; where was her baby?

There! There was the answer: Tararus, followed by the chevron symbols she needed.

She had the address. She knew what had to be done.

With determination in her stride, she headed for the gateroom.

…

The fate of the planet is more important." Woolsey barked. "That ship may be our best chance of defence if Anubis turns his attentions here, so we cannot permit its use for nothing more than a rescue mission."

"Nothing more?" Daniel's brow furrowed further, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You're talking about the life of an innocent child."

Woolsey waved his hand through the air, as if sweeping the comment aside. "If what you say is true, then Anubis is going to want to keep him alive. Doctor Jackson, I believe your emotional involvement is clouding your judgment here."

"My emotional involvement?" Daniel repeated, another frown line appearing on his already crowded forehead as his eyebrows rose even higher. "I can't think of a time when I wasn't emotionally involved."

"You're an ass. Woolsey." Jack spat out.

Teal'c leaned slightly forward, his hand gripping hard on the armrest of the chair, as if he was holding himself back. He glared at the balding man. "On Chulak these people would be seen as warriors of the highest standing, asking them to sacrifice one of their own, whatever the reason, would be seen as an act of treason and they would be entitled to take your head as retribution."

Woolsey stood his ground, keeping his head high. "Well, then I guess it's a good thing that we're not on Chulak." he replied, the waviness to his voice betraying his forced bravery. "The fact of the matter is that the value of one life cannot be weighed against the lives of millions."

"Actually the fact of the matter is; that one ship is not going to make a whole heap of difference against Anubis's fleet." Jack argued.

"What else can we do?" Hammond asked his flagship team, doing his best to ignore Woolsey. As much as he despised what the man was saying and how he was saying it, he couldn't help but notice the man's point. If he allowed SG-1 to go to rescue the baby now, there would most likely not be an Earth left for them to return to. "Recent Intel suggests that Anubis has become a serious threat to dominate the rest of the Goa'uld in a very short time. We have to consider Earth is at risk now, more than ever. Without another way of defending the planet, I can't-"

"The lost city!" Daniel suddenly blurted out, interrupting the General. "It stands to reason that it must hold something significantly more powerful than anything he currently has. He wouldn't have been searching for it otherwise."

"We still have no idea where it is." Hammond pointed out.

"Leesia finished the P3X-439 translation. I believe we've found the location of a second repository of the Ancients."

"Repository?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, you know, that thing that grabbed your head, made you talk crazy, nearly killed you." Daniel said, his words spilling out at such speed they nearly pilled on top of each other.

"Sounds like we should stay away then." Jack said glibly.

Jack's aversion didn't surprise Daniel after his last encounter with the alien head grabbing device, but he had to convince them that it their best course, their only course of action. "Jack, why wouldn't we want to gain access to the greatest repository of knowledge in the known universe, use that knowledge to find the lost city of the Ancients and use their technology to defeat Anubis once and for all?"

"Well, there is that." Jack responded, unable to deny Daniel's logic.

"That device nearly proved fatal the last time-"

"General, I'm not suggesting that anyone should directly interface with the device," Daniel said not meaning to interrupt Hammond once again, but he was running out of time…and patience. "But there must be some way we extract it and bring it home for study."

"The engineering team, that studied the last one of these devices you found determined nothing, after six months of research."

"We believe that that device's power source was depleted after Colonel O'Neill activated it." Sam justified.

"Can someone please explain what is going on?" Woolsey shot out sounded aggravated.

"Read the report," Jack said snippily.

"I can't do that without permission." Walter's loud voice announced over the loudspeaker, drifted up to the briefing room, interrupting the meeting.

The lights overhead started flickering wildly and the group exchange puzzled looks, before Jack, who was the closest, strode over to the window and peered down. "What the hell is going on down there?…Damn." Slowly he turned to address Daniel. "I think you need to get down there."

As soon as Daniel managed to make out what was happening down in the gateroom through the strobed lighting, he ran for the spiral staircase at a dead sprint.

Two flights down he found the corridor packed with the security team, repeatedly swiping their clearance cards through the slot, each time without success.

'She's stopping it from opening.' Daniel quickly realised. The strength of Leesia's abilities had always had a direct link with her emotional state. If she had the strength to hold one of these heavy blast doors closed, she was either extremely scared or extremely angry. Probably the latter he realised, as the flickering light above his head suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks, plunging the corridor into darkness.

He pounded on the blast door. "Leesia, it's me! Open up." he shouted, hoping that she could hear him through the thick steel.

He waited a few seconds and just when he was going to punch at the door, again it slowly started sliding open.

As soon as the gap was wide enough he slipped though, the door immediately slamming back closed behind him, trapping his shirttail.

"Hey!" he cried out in annoyance, but bit back further protests when he saw her. She was glaring up at the control room, looking nothing short of…ferocious.

He slipped his arms out of the sleeves of his over shirt and left it hanging in the door.

"Lees?" he called to her warily, keeping his arms to his side and his palms facing her. He took a hesitant step closer. "What are you doing?"

Her attention snapped to him. "I cannot remain here, doing nothing!"

"This isn't the way, Lees," he said keeping his tone soft as he took another step closer.

"And sitting around talking is? The longer we wait…" she trailed off, unable to finish. A solitary tear tracking down her cheek.

Daniel took his chance, gently taking her arm. She shrugged him away. "I am going, Daniel! Do not try to stop me!"

He backed off, hands raised. "They're not going to open the 'gate," he told her with a confident shake of his head.

"They do not need to," she said softly. She stared up at the huge ring ahead and suddenly it whirled to life.

Daniel gaped up in amazement, as the first chevron engaged, stunned at how much power her despair had given her. This wasn't like on the ship, or any of the other times her ability had ran away with her in a moment of a heightened emotional state. This time, she was in full control.

As the topmost V slid down for the second time and the inner wheel began rolling in the opposite direction, Daniel was suddenly gripped in panic. There was only one place he could think of that she could be heading to, and that 'gate was protected by a force shield. He didn't know how she had the address, having kept all the horrifying facts from her, but he couldn't let her go. She would be killed the moment she stepped through.

"Don't Lees!" he pleaded desperately. "This isn't the way."

She didn't respond, just continued her fixed stare at the steaming disc. The third chevron engaged.

"Leesia, you'll die if you go through. Don't you think that if it was that easy I would have gone myself by now?"

Her gaze was transfixed, if she heard him, she didn't react to it.

He moved up the ramp in front of the Stargate, knowing that if she opened it now the splash back from the opening wormhole would vaporise him where he stood, but he couldn't see another choice. He had to stop her and clearly, she wasn't listening to reason. Short of physically tackling her, he doubted she could be stopped. He faced her with his back to the 'gate.

"Daniel, please move!" she ordered, shaking with…anger?…fear?…exertion? He couldn't be sure which. The fierceness he saw in her eyes made him feel like he was trying to stare down a lioness. A lioness who was trying to protect her cub, and he was in between them.

"No." he said stubbornly, shocking his head. He heard the next chevron engage behind him. Whether it was the forth or fifth he wasn't sure, he had lost count.

The couple glared at each other as the Stargate continued to steam and spin. Another chevron lit up.

"Daniel." her tone was a warning.

He stood his ground. "I won't let you do this Leesia. You go through that 'gate and you will be killed! …I can't lose you."

His voice, filled with pain and desperation, stabbed at her heart and caused her fierce resolve to falter.

"Our son needs his mother." he added softly.

Her head dropped sadly, Daniel saw his chance and took it. Quickly, he moved down to her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head to his shoulder. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, the flickering lights stopped and the roar of the Stargate died down to silence.

…

Leaving SG-3 and 5 to guard the 'gate, SG-1, plus one, made their way through the thick knee high yellowing grass of the alien planet and headed for the mammoth decapitated seated statues in the distance, that held the prospect of the Repository of Knowledge.

Teal'c took point, his warrior instinct alert for any signs of danger in the wilderness. Leesia was by his side, having to take two steps to his every one to keep up with his wide strides. Sam and Daniel came a few paces behind them and Jack brought up the rear.

Daniel used the cover of retying his bandana to fall behind until he fell inline with Jack. "How did you convince Hammond to let her come?"

"Didn't. She's a free citizen, able to come and go as she pleases…Besides, judging by that look in her eye, I don't think we've been able to stop her even if we wanted to. Did you see that look? It was like Cujo bit Bambi."

Daniel gave a small, sad smile. "She's a mother, Jack. A mother parted from her child."

After a fifteen-minute trudge through the dense undergrowth, they arrived at the colossal monument. "Alright, let's fan out. Leesia you're with Carter and Teal'c. Daniel, with me." Jack ordered moving off to the right.

Sam pulled out her scanner and started searching for energy readings as she led the trio off to the left side of the ruins. Leesia was by her side, her eyes running over the Ancient text that donned the walls and columns. As Teal'c went to follow, Daniel caught his arm.

"Keep an eye on her," he asked. He couldn't help his worry. Her manipulation of the Stargate must have taken its toll on her and she wasn't a hundred percent as it was.

Slowly, Teal'c bowed his head once. "I will keep both my eyes on her, Daniel Jackson."

"Thank you." Daniel said. He jogged away to catch up with Jack, unclipping his pack as he went.

…

Jack slid down the column onto his bottom and leaned back, resting his elbows on his knees. He checked his watch, frustrated at how long it was taking. He had assumed that with two translators with them it would have taken half the time. "We've searched this place up and down."

Daniel poked his head around the column he was studying, so he could face Jack. "I know."

"We could have the Goa'uld on our collective asses any minute now."

"I know." he repeated, irritably. "According to the text on this column it's inside.

"Inside you say." Jack said glancing around the coliseum. "Daniel, there is no inside. There's just a whole lotta outside."

"I know." Daniel said for the third time, his attention returning to his book.

"O'Neill." Teal'c voice sounded over the radio. "Leesia Jackson, believes she had discovered the location of the repository."

Jack got to his feet as Daniel hastily shoved his books back into his pack. The pair hurried around to regroup with the others.

"I'm getting some strange energy readings here." Sam said, nodding to the seemingly blank area she was referring to.

Leesia stood along side, her brow furrowed in frustration as she read over the markings. "It speaks of a library of knowledge, but there are flaws in the sentences."

Daniel moved next to her, his hand subconsciously reaching for her lower back. He read through the section, spotting the mistakes she was talking about. They were cleverly hidden, only someone who read the language perfectly would notice them. "It's a safety measure," he said "To insure only other Ancients can have access. If I'm right…"

He raised his hand, hovering over the wording. 'There, that pause is in the wrong place.' He pressed the marking. Half way down he found two symbols that where the wrong way around. He pressed them both and continued down the passage.

As Daniel pushed on the sixth 'mistake', the flattened Repository instantly grew out of the solid wall Sam was scanning.

"Look out!" Jack cried, quickly grabbing Sam by the front of her vest and pulling her out of the way.

Without a second thought, Daniel seized his chance. He leaped into the space Sam had been in only second before, the repository growing out towards him as he did. Grips sprung from the device, seizing his head and tightly locking it in place.

Lights and bright lines flashed from the interface as the download began. Behind him, he could just make out the others startled cries, over the high-pitched buzzing that filled his head. He struggled to keep his eyes open, as the lights brightened, intensifying as it grew until it was all he could see. And then there was nothing but blackness.

…

Slowly thoughts, sensations and sounds began to filter into his mind as Daniel came to.

"Hopefully it will have knocked some sense into him." Leesia's voice, full of concern, was touched with annoyance.

Daniel smiled. "Well, that was the idea." he said, opening his eyes. He wasn't surprised to find himself in the infirmary, with Leesia and the rest of SG-1 hovering around his bed.

"Don't be flippant." she scolded with a tone of relief. She grazed her hand across his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Daniel replied in astonishment. "Absolutely fine. Didn't think I would, but…" Quickly, he eased himself up.

"Whoa, you should be taking it easy." Sam said, trying to stop him.

"What for?" Daniel replied. "We all know what's going to happen. And we know that there is nothing they can do here to stop it."

"You planned this." Jack said shooting him with an accusing scowl.

Daniel sighed. "Yes. I knew that we wouldn't have had enough time to decipher anything of use, before it was too late. Someone had to do it."

"And you just…decided that you where the man for the job?" Jack snapped back sarcastically.

"It's my son, Jack." Daniel said, the desperation clear in his voice. "What choice did I have?"

…

Daniel closed his diary, clipped the pen he had been using to the front cover and put it aside. He had been hoping that he would be getting some insights into the Ancient knowledge by now, but nothing had changed…other than a constant, aggressive headache. He could now understand why Jack had been so irritable when this had happened to him.

He removed his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How are you feeling?" Leesia asked softly, as she came to sit next to him.

Eyes still closed, he dropped his head to rest on the back of the sofa. "Head is a bit tender." he told her, not wanting to admit the full truth.

Gently, she took hold of his shoulders and manoeuvred him so his head was resting on her lap. Slowly, she worked her fingers through his hair, tenderly massaging his delicate scalp.

"Oh that feels good," he groaned pleasurably, with a sigh, as her nimble finger made light figure of eights over his temples. Whether the massaging was actually easing the pain or simple easing his tension, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was very grateful for the relief, no matter how slight it may be.

He looked up at her, intending to thank her, but was disappointed to find that she was gazing off into the distance. The sorrowful longing expression she wore telling him that her thoughts were on their baby. Part of him wished she would talk to him, share what she was thinking and feeling, but another larger part, was relieved that she hadn't. He realised that there was a good chance that she held him responsible for what had happen to them on the ship and he didn't know what he would do if she confirmed his thoughts. But he was running out of time. In another couple of days, maybe three, he would lose the ability to communicate in any depth and a couple more days after that, if they don't find a way to get the knowledge removed from his mind then it was all over for him. He didn't have a choice, if the talk was going to happen, it had to be now.

"Do you…do you blame me?" he asked, his voice sounding very loud to him in the quietness of the room. He tensed waiting for her answer.

"Yes." she said simply, her fingers never ceasing to work their magic upon his scalp, her stare fixed on anything other than him.

His eyes went wide with poorly contained shock. He knew it had been a possibility, a strong one, judging by her shift in attitude towards him, but had not expected her to admit it so readily. And only now that she did, did he realise that he hadn't been seeking the truth, he had been seeking comfort and support. He wanted her to validate that she didn't blame him.

"Well, at least you're honest." he said dejectedly.

"I understand your reasoning, but you knew the consequences of having this knowledge, yet you risked yourself anyway."

He inwardly sighed in relief. "That's not what I meant…I meant do you blame me for losing him?"

It was her turn to look shocked. Her hands stilled and her gaze instantly fell down on him, eyes wide. "Do you really believe that I could?" he gasped out, stunned.

"You've been different with me…you hardly even look at me anymore."

"Oh Daniel, no" she sighed. "How could I blame you? You did everything in you power to prevent what happened. You saved my life. I…" she broke off.

"You what?"

She stayed in a mournful silence.

"Lees, please. Whatever it is can't be as bad as I'm imagining it to be."

She took a shaky breath. Sliding her fingers back through his hair, she began making circles outward from his crown. "I feel ashamed," she said quietly.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he waited for her to continue.

"I fell apart." She shook her head sadly. "If I had stayed calm and strong as you did, things would have turned out very differently… If anyone is to blame it is I."

Daniel was momentarily dumb-founded. Unable to believe how he had miss-read her so utterly. No anger he had seen, had been directed at him as he had supposed, it had all been aimed at herself.

"You were kidnapped while in labour," Daniel pointed out matter-of-factly. "That's not exactly a recipe for staying calm."

"You were with me. I should have trusted you to get us out and relaxed."

Daniel dropped his eyes, sadly. "But I didn't get us out."

She heard the guilt he felt in his tone and her fingers stilled. Gently, she cupped his cheek and brought his attention back to her face. "Daniel, answer me this honestly…Did you have a plan to get us out?"

"Yes." he admitted with a small nod, not wanting to move his head too much now her fingers had stopped sapping the pain from behind his eyes.

"And was that plan rendered useless when I lost control of my abilities?"

He didn't want to answer that. "That's neither here nor there, the point is you cannot be faulted for something that wasn't in your control."

"If that is true, then by the same logic, the fault is not yours either." she pointed out. "However, that fact does not apply for your actions on that planet."

"It was the only plan I had. We're no match for Anubis as we are and I needed to even out the playing field. Twice now he's had a ship in orbit without us even being aware of it."

"You should have informed me of what you were planning."

"You would have tried to stop me."

"Yes of course I would. You know the dangers of possessing such knowledge."

"How is it any different from what you did in the 'gateroom?"

Her mouth popped open to speak, but no sound came out. Slowly she closed it again in comprehension.

"How about instead of blaming ourselves and arguing over who should of should not have done what, we work together and put the blame firmly where the blame is due?"

She offered him a slight smile. "I like that plan."

She leaned over him until her hair fell down around them, curtaining them in their own private little world. Tenderly, she pressed her lips to his.

"I love you, Daniel," she whispered affectionately against his skin.

"I love you too," he said meeting her gaze with his own and reaching up to touch her cheek. "With all my chor."

"Chor?" she repeated back to him, questioningly.

"What?"

"You said chor."

"I did?"

"Yes." she nodded.

He sighed, not appreciating the timing. He had only just managed to get her to talk and now it he was losing his ability to speak correctly. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hand.

"It's starting."

A.N ~ Sorry another cliff-hanger :S. Hope you enjoyed