Daniel first saw his scarred left hand, then his muddy right and then his sweaty head as Makepeace hefted his body over. Daniel was leaning his shoulder against the side of the cave with his feet in a cross formation and his arms tightly secured around his lanky chest. Makepeace knew that Daniel was nothing but a figment and his thoughts were completely irrational but he could no longer bottle his anger – not that with-holding anger was a talent he possessed to begin with.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He snarled.

"To tell a story." Daniel smiled.

"Sorry but books were never my thing. I wasn't a nerd unlike you."

"Doesn't matter," Daniel shrugged, "I'm still going to tell you a story."

Makepeace punched the side of the cave. Daniel's eyebrows rose above his hairline. "What the hell is with these Asgards'? I don't have time for stories. I almost wish I had taken the electric chair instead." Daniel laughed incessantly. "What are you laughing at?" Makepeace went to grab Daniel by the collar but Makepeace's hands passed right through Daniel's shoulders. He didn't even flinch.

"Not here, remember?" Daniel pointed to the ground, "here." Daniel's finger hovered over Makepeace's left temple.

"You need to follow me." The boyishness in Daniel Jackson had been replaced with seriousness as he jumped to his feet. Makepeace grumbled but followed Daniel further into the cave until Daniel stopped in front of an embedded sign on the wall and nodded to it. Makepeace didn't notice that Daniel had been carrying a book in his hand. It had to be at least an inch wide. "Know what it says?" He asked.

Makepeace stared at Daniel's book, disgustedly. He saw that the title of the book was written in the same language as the sign that Daniel was pointing to. "It looks like a different language." He said obviously.

Daniel ignored Makepeace's sly remarks. "It says; I hear the silence and in the silence, I hear the sirens."

Makepeace shook his head. "Which means what, Jackson?"

Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. "It's a warning. The sirens in Greek Mythology were part-bird part-women that sang songs that were so beautiful that men forgot to eat and starved to death. But that isn't who they are."

"Who were they then?"

Daniel turned his head to the side, "that depends. Who is it the girl that you love the most?"

Makepeace's jaw was set to the side in defiance. "Get to the point, Jackson."

Daniel's mouth tightened into a straight line. "There is a Siren that is imprisoned behind this door," Daniel pointed behind himself using his thumb. Makepeace glanced at it for a second. "You can't listen to her, whatever you do."

"Then what can I do?" He said impatiently.

"Commit this to memory; Water is deadly, yet it is my salvation, in and out we go about it in my frustration. Do not sleep, for the monsters will come, and when they do, all will be said and done," Daniel smiled as if he'd been reciting a nursery rhyme.

Makepeace shook his head and pointed to Daniel. "You had damn well give me a straight answer, boy," but his figure began to fade away like all the other figments before.

All Makepeace heard was the hollow echo of Daniel's voice "I wish I could, but I can't."

If Jackson wasn't a figment, Makepeace would have punched his face in rather than pounding the wall. "I hate this damn place! Get me outta here!" He screamed. When no one responded, he took a few steps closer to the door and looked at it in confusion before it opened automatically. He stepped inside and then it closed immediately behind him. He looked back for a second then lost interest in it.

The room he found himself in was small. No bigger than his kitchen at home. At the forefront, a blue sparkling pool of water was found. It was surreal. "Robert?" He heard a voice, a women's that was strangely familiar. "Robert, is that you?" He felt a punch in his gut and bile rise in his mouth. He scanned his eyes over the room and found a pale white blonde girl hiding from him behind the wall.

"Celeste?" He asked.

"Robert!" The girl ran up to him and hugged him tightly. Makepeace was surprised that he could touch her at all. This, unlike everything else, was real.

"How are you here?" He gasped returning her hug with equal intensity.

"The Asgard put me here." She muttered into his stomach. "This is my prison."

"What?"

Makepeace looked down at her. Although Celeste had gone to high school with him, she looked like she hadn't aged a day passed 19. He held her tightly and rested his head on top of hers. Then she lifted her head and kissed him gently. The touch made him feel warm all over. He deepened the kiss and held her even closer to himself by the small of her back. She touched his face and pressed in closer. He broke away when he began to question how she still looked like a teenager.

"You don't look any older."

She shivered and locked her hands around him. "No. Time is slower here; while you aged on earth, I was stuck in the Bifrost."

"That day, you went missing, at the school, you were here?"

Celeste nodded. "The Asgard took me. They wanted to experiment on me because I have a certain gene they're looking for."

"What gene?" Makepeace took a few paces back and slid down the wall. He pulled her onto his lap. He rocked her back and forth as he laid his hand on top of her stomach, kissing the side of her face and neck. She shivered under the contact.

"They say that I have a gene of a race of humans that existed here a long time ago. Loki was a scientist assigned to experiment on me to see what I could do. You remember how I was stronger and faster than most at our school?" She asked.

Makepeace nodded.

"They thought that I was strong and fast because I was more advanced from the gene."

Makepeace was angrier then he had been all day. His grip around the girl tightened. "I promise that I'll kill them. I kill them all if I have to."

Celeste mouth twitched as she turned herself around to face Makepeace. "Maybe. But for now you need to rest."

"Yeah," he responded. "Rest." Celeste kissed him senselessly and tiredly as she laid on top of him. He put both his hands on her hips. Then a faint memory surfaced of a time when He and Samantha Carter had been trapped off-world on an ice planet on a reconnaissance mission. She had become hypothermic and he had to cuddle the Major for body heat.

"You can't sleep, Colonel. You need to stay awake." The voice had changed from Celeste to Samantha Carters.

Makepeace's eyes burst wide open remembering what Daniel told him, "I can't sleep," and he saw what should have been brown morph into bright blue. She wasn't Celeste; she was the siren that Jackson had warned him about. He got himself off the floor and dived into the water. She followed him and they kissed as they were both submerged. But her hair wasn't long and blonde anymore, it was short and golden. He kicked her away and saw a bright gleaming object shining from the bottom of the pool. As he picked it up the blade extended from the hilt. Her eyes grew wide in shock just before he stabbed her with it. Crimson swam around them both as the screams rang out from the cave. Makepeace wasted no time he pulled himself to the surface, immerging on the other side. An Asgardian was standing in wait.

"Am I done yet?" He asked sardonically. The sweat had been washed away, but Makepeace was still miserable and drenched. His mood was not the best.

"No," It was Heimdall again, "There is one more left." Heimdall stated firmly. "Your test of Knowledge. You are to go back to earth, through that portal." The Asgard nodded his head to the direction of a circular doorway that looked like it was covered in ice. "And give that sword to Major Carter. I'm afraid that earth is in danger at the moment. And you have the means to fix it, so fix it you shall."

"Hey!" Makepeace exclaimed, "That doesn't fly with me." He hissed angrily. "But the minute I go back there they're going to electrocute me until I die or start shooting me on the spot or better yet, I'll just splat against the iris."

"They will not," came the calm voice of the grey Asgard.

"Excuse me?"

"They have been notified of your arrival, Colonel Makepeace."

"Notified by who?" Makepeace demanded.

"Thor." Colonel Makepeace wiped his face dripping with water. The icy cover protecting the gateway, unsealed itself with a wave of a stone held by Heimdall. "I suggest you hurry. If you fail, there will be no chance for redemption."

Makepeace rolled his eyes. "If they need to be saved so badly why don't you do it? You have the technology."

"That is where you are wrong. The technology lies in your hand. We cannot operate it because the Asgardian Physiology will not allow it. You must be the one to save them."

"Make me." Makepeace dared. He would not move from where he stood. His feet were firmly planted on the ground when the Asgard gave a slight nod of his head and the beaming technology glowered all about him and he found himself inside the wormhole flowing on a one way trip back to earth.

Colonel Makepeace emerged on the other side with heavily armed weapons aimed directly at himself with the sword in hand, still drenched in his fatigues. His clothes clung tightly to his body.

Hammond, O'Neill, Carter, Teal'c and Jackson stood in the control room watching Makepeace with amusement and caution plastered on their faces. Makepeace threw the sword on the ground and watched as the blade sank back into the hilt. One Airman hit his knees as he was gazing at SG-1. He groaned in pain as the Airman cuffed his hands behind his back.

"No place like home, is there Jack?" Makepeace called out in a desperate attempt to save face.

"Depends on whose home you're in." Jack called back over the Intercom.