On the third day Janet took Daniel off the pain killers, telling him to call if the pain got too much. He didn't call. As restful and carefree the drug-haze was he didn't really like how fuzzy it made his brain. Ever since he got back from PZX-760 he'd had the feeling there was something he should remember, something regarding high roofs and florescent light. As his mind cleared it finally came to him and later that evening, when he was telling his team of his escape, he made sure to make an important point to Jack.

"We have to go back to PZX-760."

Jack almost choked on the coffee he was drinking.

"Crazy geek say what?!"

"Not crazy! I found something that I think we need to investigate."

"And what is that exactly that warrants the risk to anyone who goes to that planet?"

"I'm not sure."

"Really?"

"Yes, that is the whole point. There are so many contradictions on that planet. I can't figure it out. A much traveled road that seemingly leads to nowhere, a village and a fortress torn down but no sign of where the people went. And finally the cavern I found when I was hiding."

"What of this cavern, DanielJackson?"

At least he had captured his Jaffa friend's interest. Or maybe he was being nice.

"It had paintings all over it, on the walls and ceiling. In florescent paint."

That caught Sam's attention, and she curiously scooted forward in her chair.

"Florescent paint?"

"Yes, florescent paint. But the motives were amazing too. They showed the history of the planet, with the usual parts: Goa'uld poses as god, brings humans from earth and enslave them."

"So, what?" Daniel still hadn't managed to catch Jack's interest.

"Then they went on to tell how the people overthrew the Goa'uld, with the help of a hero that came from the stars."

That did it. Now the colonel was intrigued as well.

"Someone came to help them defeat the Goa'uld? And you think you might be able to figure out who that was? A potential ally?"

"Yes, Jack. Finally." The last word was little more than an exasperated sigh as Daniel sank back towards his pillows.

"But…" Trust Jack to have just one more question, even if it was the same one he'd been wondering about. "If they kicked the Goa'uld out, where are they now? And why'd they tear down their own village?"

"I don't know, Jack. I didn't get that far. You came to rescue me."

"Well I'm very sorry. We'll wait a little longer next time."

"Who says there's gonna be a next time?"

"With your track record? There'll be a next time."

Daniel sighed. Jack was probably right. There would be a next time.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Wait longer next time. In fact you could have hurried up."

"Nothing's good, huh?" The colonel threw his hands up in a mock gesture of defeat.

Day six Daniel was done with the infirmary. Sure, he was still in pain and could do little more than rest but the place was driving him insane. Time and time again he found himself wondering how this could have been the place he missed so much back on PZX-760. He begged Janet to let him go until she finally did, probably mostly to get rid of his nagging.

She only agreed to do so however on the condition of releasing him into the care of colonel O'Neill, with strict instructions of regular meals and plenty of rest, and absolutely no work for another week. Daniel quickly realized Jack was going to take his assignment seriously. As soon as he stepped out of the infirmary he turned to head for his office, but was stopped by Jack's hand on his shoulder.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"I just need to..."

"Aht! Fraiser said no work, just rest. We're going home, buddy."

"But Jack..."

"Daniel..."

As Sam walked around a corner in the corridor she caught the end of her teammates' argument, just as it deteriorated into repeating of each-other's names. It still amazed her how the two men could have a complete conversation – well, argument – using only names.

"Jack..." There must be tons of backlog translations to do. I can bring some home with me.

"Daniel..." No work. Rest.

"Jack..." But translating is restful to me.

"Daniel!" I said NO!

Daniel knew he had lost, but he wasn't the kind to give up. He tried one last time.

"Jack?..." Please...

Jack just shook his head and steered the unwilling archaeologist towards the elevators, almost bumping into Sam.

"Whoa...didn't see you there Carter."

"Sorry, sir. How are you doing, Daniel?"

"I'm fine, Sam. Jack was just about to take me home."

"Good." She flashed him one of her sunshine smiles and patted his good shoulder before she walked on to whatever technical project she had waiting in her office.

"Jack?..." If I could just get some things from my office.

"Daniel!" NO!

Jack grabbed his arm and gently but resolutely pulled him into the elevator, pushing the button to go up to the surface. They got into Jack's truck and headed out of the mountain.

Daniel had thought Jack was going to take him home to his own apartment, and he was already looking forward to settling down in his sofa with a few pieces of Goa'uld text he had at home, but as they drove on he realized Jack was taking the wrong route.

"Jack?" Where are we going?

"I figured we'd go to my place. After all Fraiser told me to look after you."

Daniel sighed and gave up, leaning his head against the cool glass of the car window. He must have fallen asleep because what seemed just like a moment later he was gently shook awake. The truck was parked in Jack's driveway and Jack was leaning over to the passenger side with his hand on Daniel's arm.

"Hey, Danny-boy? Time to go inside. I'll make up the sofa for me and you can take the bed."

"No, Jack, I can take the sofa."

"Daniel..." Just shut up, okay.

He let Jack help him out of the car and lead him into the house. As he sank down on the bed, resigning himself to letting his friend help him take off the shoes and pants, he was actually quite grateful to be looked after. He was already drifting away to sleep when Jack tucked him in with a nice warm blanket.