WALLS
by:  Jmas
Feedback to:  jmtm1@eastky.net

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*****

'There's got to be a better way of doing this.'

"Daniel, you're thinking out loud again," Jack complained.

Daniel looked back at his commanding officer in surprise, as if unaware that he had spoken and
mumbled an apology. The kid looked tired, but Jack knew Daniel would keep going as long as the
rest of them did. Daniel had sprained his wrist in their rough tu mble through the 'gate and
Carter had wrapped it, but Daniel had to be constantly reminded to keep it in the sling.

'This mission is turning out to be a real pain,' Jack thought wearily.

After they'd literally been thrown through the gate at high speed, SG-1 had stared helplessly
as the 'gate and the DHD had disappeared. Carter had theorized that it was either some sort of
spatial shift or that somehow, hopefully, the 'gate had been telep orted elsewhere on the
planet. Stargates just didn't make a habit of disappearing. Jack had his own, less benign and
much less popular theory that perhaps the 'gate was being hidden from them purposely. Of
course, Jack admitted, his theory was based on ye ars of distrust of all things unexplainable.

Considering the shape the team was in, Jack had opted to spend the first night on the 'gate
site, on the vague excuse that maybe the 'gate would reappear just as mysteriously as it had
disappeared. Actually, it was the best way he could ensure that his te am got a good night's
rest. None of them had come through the 'gate unscathed this time.

Carter had a nasty-looking scrape across her forehead from plowing up against Teal'c's pack
when they'd been so rudely ejected from the wormhole. Teal'c had a gash on his upper arm from
Carter knocking him to the ground. Daniel's wrist was, thankfully, on ly sprained and he also
had a gash across his left cheekbone. Jack himself had felt his shoulder wrench painfully upon
impact with the rocky ground.

Now, three days later, footsore and rapidly running out of essential supplies, Jack was glad
they had taken that short break. P3J050 was as desolate a planet as he had ever seen, rocks and
more rocks...geological-type rocks not Daniel's artifact-type rock s. They were heading in the
direction of still-distant snow-capped mountains. At the very least, it was their best chance
for water.

They had left a message at the original 'gate site. If it should reappear and if Hammond sent
through a rescue team they would know the direction they had followed and how they had marked
their trail. 'Too many ifs,' Jack thought. From long experience he knew that ifs were the the
basis of defeat and that he needed to take action to ensure the survival of himself and his
team.

So the first order of business had been water and food; their best hope for that lay in the
still distant mountains. Jack estimated another two days to reach them. The water in their
canteens would only last one more under normal consuption, but he had no ticed all of them were
reducing their intake, as if they too realized the necessity of conserving the precious fluid
and had silently agreed to make it last. Jack realized once again how lucky he was to have such
a team.

Captain Samantha Carter was the physics expert and metaphorical heart of the team, her quick
wit and courage had saved them all on more than one occasion. Teal'c was the stalwart strength
and the steady will that saw them through the best and worst of tim es. Daniel was the soul and
the conscience which, when combined with his vast knowledge of language and civilizations, had
gotten them out of many situations without so much as a shot being fired. Not that Daniel
couldn't fight, he just firmly believed th at in most situations there were always
alternatives. Jack liked to think he himself was more like the guiding force of the team, he
knew his 'kids' and their unique abilities and he firmly believed that a leader's greatest
strength lay in making use of t he strengths of his people.

As the sun was sinking low, Jack began to turn his mind toward the coming night. He knew it
would be cooler to travel through the cool darkness, as he also knew his team would do it if he
asked them to. Looking at his team he could see Carter's head droop ing as she silently plugged
onward. Daniel's eyes were a little glazed and Jack could see him holding his arm close to his
chest as if in pain, but he would never complain. Teal'c, as always gave no outward sign, but
Jack knew the Jaffa well enough to see the unease in his eyes. Jack made a quick decision,
"Guys, lets break and take off again at first light."

The made camp in the relative silence of long experience; they'd done it so often that it was
second nature. Teal'c got the wood, Jack laid the fire, Sam and Daniel pitched the tents. They
alternated cooking and cleaning duties and tonight was his and Tea l'c's turn.

Sorting through their meager supplies Jack put together a couple of the MRE's to make a sort of
journeyman's stew. It was something he'd learned a long time ago in a place he preferred not to
remember, you can make a stew out of anything.

As Jack prepared the food, the others finished their tasks and settled around him. Daniel
lounged back against a stone outcropping, moving painfully, his hand still held close to his
chest. Jack looked at Sam who had also noticed and she silently passed D aniel a couple of
painkillers. He nodded gratitude and swallowed them dry, closing his eyes for moment.

'Jack looks tired.'

"We're all tired, Daniel."

Daniel opened his eyes quickly, staring at Jack in confusion.

"Jack, I didn't say anything."


"Well, maybe you were just thinking too loud," Jack quipped, but the look on Daniel's face told
him that the young scientist was serious.

"Maybe we've just been around each other so long we're starting to read each others' minds."
Sam joked.

Daniel just nodded, closing his eyes again.

*****

Daniel was asleep before dinner was ready. The combination of exhaustion and the mild
painkillers easing him into much-needed rest. Jack was reluctant to wake the younger man, but
realized that Daniel needed food every bit as much as he needed rest. Jack decided to give him
a few more minutes as he separated the stew into equal portions.

Suddenly, Jack was gripped by a vision of hot, sandy desert stretching as far as the eye could
see. As his point of view shifted, he could see the outline of three moons above a pyramid and
a figure wrapped in burgundy robes approached. This vision was ac companied by a feeling of
loneliness so intense that Jack dropped the spoon in his hands into the pot with a loud rattle.
Jack blinked in confusion as the vision faded, leaving a lingering desolation. Within moments,
Daniel stirred and awoke.

"Jack? What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up carefully.

Jack shook his head briefly, inclined to let it pass. "Nothing...nothing. You ready to eat?"

Daniel nodded and accepted the bowl he was given with a nod of thanks.

Jack smiled a moment at that. Daniel must really be tired if he wasn't talking. Jack was
generally inclined to think that speech was as vital as breathing to the young scientist. Jack
called for Sam and Teal'c and they all ate dinner in companionable sile nce.

Once again Jack studied his team. Sam looked much more rested and alert now; the paleness from
earlier was gone. Teal'c had meditated and seemed positively revitalized. Daniel, though, still
looked bone tired and Jack noticed the swelling of his injured h and around its wrapping.

Not wishing to cause alarm, Jack said casually,"Carter after you eat, why don't you play medic
change everybody's bandages?" He looked significantly at Daniel and Carter understood the words
he wasn't saying.

"Yes, Sir!" she said in her best chipper Airman''s tone.

Daniel started to protest, but Jack treated him to his C.O. 'look' that said he would accept no
arguments on this one. Daniel had learned the hard way that this was one look his best
arguments couldn't defeat.

When Carter finished eating, she retrieved her medkit from her pack and sat down next to Daniel
who held out his hand to her. Jack could see the swelling more clearly now and wondered if
maybe they'd been mistaken about it only being sprained. But as Cart er unwound the last layer
of the bandages, something dropped out of them onto the ground.

"Whoa, what is that?" Jack moved closer and saw that it was a small beetle-like insect, emerald
green in color with nasty looking pincers protruding from its moutrh. It appeared to be dead.

Carter pulled the rest of Daniel's bandages off quickly, confirming their fears. There on
Daniel's wrist, directly over the large vein was a bite mark with red-purple streaks radiating
several inches around it.

Carter looked at Jack in alarm, reaching for the small bottle of alcohol in the medkit. Daniel
had gone a few shades paler at the sight of his arm, but just watched Carter work on his arm
with a kind of detached fascination.

Out of reflex, Jack reached out to check Daniel's forehead and discovered the young man was
burning up with fever. "Dammit, Daniel! Why didn't you tell somebody you weren't feeling well?"

Daniel looked at Jack with a look of sheepish confusion, " I don't know, Jack...It just came on
all of a sudden...." Daniel swayed a little bit as Carter poured on the alcohol and Jack cursed
and moved to support his friend. Carter finished quickly and re bandaged the arm.

"Sir, he needs to stay off his feet to keep the poison from spreading any faster."

Teal'c moved to help Daniel to his tent and laid him down. Jack could hear the young man weakly
apologizing for causing them trouble. Jack smiled ruefully to himself. Whatever happened, he
could always be sure that Daniel would find a way to assume the bl ame. Jack had often wondered
if it was because Daniel was so smart; did he think he was duty bound to foresee all
possibilities?

Carter looked at him with concern shining out of her eyes. Jack knew she could anticipate his
next question, so he didn't ask it.

"It's an unknown, Sir. We don't know if this 'bug' is fatally venomous or will just make him
ill. Either way, with that fever, he's going to need water and soon..." Carter's voice trailed
off as she looked off in the distance as if she could see the mount ains...still two days
distant.

Teal'c had walked up behind them quietly. "Daniel Jackson sleeps. If you will permit it,
O'Neill, I will go and retrieve water for us all."

Jack knew from experience that Teal'c possessed strength and endurance that exceeded that of
his teammates. But it was so far to send anyone alone....

As if reading his thoughts again, Carter chimed in, "I'll go with him, Sir. None of us should
go it alone in this place."

Jack hated the thought of splitting his team, but he also knew that Daniel couldn't make it to
the mountains and the water they hoped was there. He knew his kids, he knew they would do it or
die trying, he knew he didn't have to tell them to be careful....but he did it anyway.

Teal'c poured their meager supply of water into two canteens, leaving the larger portion for
O'Neill and Daniel, then gathered every empty container he could find and put them into his
pack. While he was doing that, Carter emptied her pack of everything e xcept meals for three
days and a minimal medkit. The two of them rolled up their sleeping bags, not even bothering to
pack up the tents. When they were ready, they looked towards Daniel's tent and then at their
commanding officer.

Jack felt an odd mixture of pride, concern and impatience.

Carter pointed out the obvious; the sooner they left, the sooner they'd be back. Jack nodded
agreement.

"Just be careful and remember you won't do anybody any good if you get hurt out there. Radio
check every two hours."

Jack did something then that he rarely did with this particular team, he stepped back and
saluted, trying in his own awkward way to express the feelings he could never vocalize.

Carter nodded as if she understood. "We'll hurry, Sir. Take care of him..."

Teal'c echoed her sentiments, saying, "We will return soon, O'Neill." His glance toward the
tent spoke louder than words of his concern for the young man he had taken on as a personal
responsibility.

Jack watched them until they faded into the darkness then turned back to the tent and Daniel.

*****

Jack had situated his own sleeping bag next to Daniel's and was dozing with one hand on his
assault rifle and the other on Daniel in a sort of resting guard. He was alert enough to react
quickly, yet resting his mind and body in preparation for what might come. It was a soldier's
reflex, born out of a keen sense of survival and too many nights spent in dangerous territory,

Daniel had barely stirred in the few hours since Carter and Teal'c had left. His breathing was
regular and even and Jack had felt it was safe enough to rest awhile. He'd spent enough time
waiting for Daniel to pull out of things like this that Jack knew h e should conserve his
strength while things were calm.

Jack dreamed...

Alone...so alone. A grief that possessed no voice threatened to pull him irretrievably into its
depths. There was nothing he could do...no one left to turn to...Like when they had died but
somehow worse....at least then there was no hope....Now the hope w as almost as impossible to
bear as the loss....

Jack started suddenly and awoke.

"Where in the hell did that come from?" Jack found himself shuddering in the darkness trying to
shake that unbearable alone-ness...

Twice now he had felt a party to memories and feelings he knew were not his own...

Daniel stirred next to him and whispered something in his sleep that Jack couldn't quite hear.
Reaching out to touch his friend's forehead once again, Jack muttered a soft curse. Daniel's
fever was dangerously high. Somehow, Jack knew, he had to find a wa y to cool Daniel down
before they ran the risk of febrile seizure...or worse.

Moving quickly, but as gently as possible, Jack dragged Daniel out of the tent seeping bag and
all. Once out under the cooler night sky, Jack unzipped the sleeping bag and removed Daniel's
shirt, then his shoes and socks. Daniel shivered a little, but whe n Jack checked again Daniel
seemed much cooler.

Jack retrieved their half-empty canteen and touched Daniel gently on the shoulder.

"Danny..." he had barely whispered it, but Daniel's eyes shot open and once again Jack was
caught up in that deep, pervasive loneliness....

Daniel blinked and the moment passed.

"Jack?" Daniel's voice was plaintive and desolate, almost a reflection of that feeling that
Jack had just experienced. Jack was beginning to form what even he would have called a hare-
brained theory, but just now Daniel needed him.

"You need to drink a little bit, Danny..."

Daniel nodded understanding and raised himself up on his uninjured arm. Taking only a small
sip, Daniel fell back...none too gently.

"Christ, Danny, sorry about that. Never claimed to be much of a nurse."

Daniel smiled at the lame joke and seemed only then to notice the fact that he was now
outdoors. His eyebrows raised in the question he lacked the strength to ask.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, I...uh...thought it would be cooler out here. Too hot in that tent to
sleep."

Again those expressive eyebrows quirked in a way that told Jack that they recognized a lie when
they heard one.

Jack grimaced in apology. "Your temperature's been getting pretty high, Danny."

Daniel nodded, forgiving the white lie. He looked around then back at Jack. "Sam? Teal'c?"

"They went for water. If we're lucky some food..."

Daniel tried to raise himself up again in alarm. "No, Jack...Too dangerous...not for me..." The
effort of animation was just too much for Daniel and he fell back again, but this time Jack
caught him and eased him back down.

" Daniel...damn...Not just for you....We're all gonna need it and soon...."Jack tried to
explain, trying to head off the guilt he knew Daniel would try to take on for placing his
friends in danger.

Daniel nodded again in acceptance, but his fever bright eyes spoke of friends, family...so many
gone due to his actions.

A heavy weight...dragging him down..down...

"Daniel!" Jack spoke more sharply than he'd meant to, but that palpable thought...which Jack
now knew was not his own....could not be ignored. "They'll be okay, Daniel. It's not your
fault, none of this is..."

Daniel looked into Jack's eyes as if seeking something...and finding it. He arched those
expresive eyebrows again and then....

If you say so, Jack.

Jack nearly jumped as he realized he had been looking straight at Daniel...but Daniel had not
spoken those words out loud. As he watched Daniel's eyes close again, Jack shuddered.

'This is getting a little too weird.'

*****

Jack spent the majority of the next hour wondering what could possibly be going on inside his
friend that suddenly his thoughts and emotions were broadcasting all over the place like a bad
AM radio station.

'Sure wish I could change the channel for him, " Jack thought to himself, still bothered by the
waves of pain and loneliness he'd felt earlier. He had always understood that Daniel missed
Sha'uri, but had never fully grasped how deeply the younger man sti ll felt the loss.

Two years or two hundred would be the same to Daniel, Jack realized. The wound of separation
was just as raw now as the day it was made. Jack guessed that Daniel had just become more adept
at hiding those feelings. Jack envied Daniel, in a way, his abilit y to give his heart and soul
so completely, but also pitied him for the same reason.

Daniel's fever was spiking again, sweat poured off his skin now and he was starting to grow
restless...

Pain!...pain like he'd never known...Questions...no answers, got to find the
answer....Jack?...I don't know...Sha'uri?...help me, Jack...

Pain!...Shot?...Got to stay awake...They'll hurt Jack...got to stop them here...

Jack felt himself fall too his knees, the impact jarring him out of the haze of Daniel's
nightmarish memories.

'God, so much for one kid...man...to...'

And Jack knew that this was only a small portion of what Daniel had been forced to deal with
since that long ago day they had first stepped through the Stargate. The suicidal soldier and
the allergy-ridden geek. Jack knew that he'd always tended to think of Daniel as a kid, but
deep down he knew...had always known...that Daniel was as much, or more, of a man as those
swaggering military heroes he'd always admired. It took more than strength of body to be a man;
it took strength of character and a strength of spirit that Jack hadn't realized the full
measure of...until now.

Jack knew he had to pull Daniel out of these fever-driven memories before they were both caught
up and unable to function. Each time Jack felt himself drawn into Daniel's psychic backlash, it
seemed harder and harder to separate from it.

"Daniel!" Jack practically shouted it, shaking his friend forcefully. "Daniel, you've got to
wake up!"

Jack, Sam...gone...can't be gone...got to find...Jack ...my friend...my fault....

The substance of those thoughts rattled Jack enough to enable him to pull out of Daniel's
delirium and in desperation he struck Daniel across his uninjured cheek, apologizing to his
friend even as he did so.

"God, Danny, I'm so sorry..."

Jack? Why?

Jack guiltily recognized the source of that question...the last time he had hit Daniel, but he
swallowed hard against the bitter memory and slapped Daniel again.

Daniel raised his hand then in a defensive gesture, his fever-bright eyes snapping open in
confusion.

"J-jack? What's happening?"

Jack sat back on his heels, shaking his head. "I dunno, Danny. Seems like you're going through
every bad thing that's ever happened to you...and sharing."

Daniel looked at Jack so strangely that Jack laughed and ruefully tried to explain what had
been happening over the past several hours.

Daniel's brows furrowed in concentration. "The ...bug?"

Jack shrugged helplessly and grinned. "Stranger things have happened...mostly to us."

Daniel smiled weakly and nodded, "Don't know if I like this one, though..."

Jack understood what Daniel meant; Daniel only shared his personal thoughts and feelings with
three other people on Earth...Jack, Sam and Teal'c.

"I'm not real happy about it either, but look at it this way, at least I'm the only one
around..."

Jack didn't finish, but Daniel nodded as if he had. Jack knew more intimately than anyone all
the little hells that had been Daniel's life...before and after the Stargate, but he had always
respected the barriers that the younger man had placed around cer tain areas of his life, just
as Daniel had always respected Jack's. This seemed too much like an invasion of trust...like
reading Daniel's diary without permission, only worse.

Daniel smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

Jack sighed and shook his head in consternation. "Will you stop apologizing! This isn't your
fault..."

Daniel shook his head, "No, Jack. Not for that...."

"What, then?"

Daniel looked up at his friend in perfect earnestness. " For what I'm going to put you through
if this doesn't stop," he whispered.

*****

Jack decided to use a little of their dwindling water supply to make some coffee, they both
needed something to keep them awake. By unspoken agreement, they were trying to keep up a
running conversation...anything to stay alert. Jack could see the strain in Daniel's eyes as
the young man fought to stay aware and in control, now , as always, putting his friend's needs
ahead of his own.

Jack had redressed Daniel's hand while they had waited for the coffee. The red streaking seemed
to be spreading, but slower now. Jack hoped that it meant they'd have a break for a while. At
the last radio check, he'd told Carter about everything that had happened. She'd sounded
worried, but could offer no theory. She said that she and Teal'c were making good time and
should reach the mountains by midday. Jack had cautioned them once again to be careful and
broken the contact.

'The kid looks like shit.' Jack thought.

"Not a very nice thing to say, Jack."

Jack looked at Daniel in alarm.

"Uh-oh," Daniel said, realizing what the look meant. "No...Jack, I..."

Jack shook his head, "Don't worry about it, if it happens...it happens." He busied himself
pouring the coffee. "Nobody else I'd let peek in there..."

When Jack turned to pass over the coffee, he could see that Daniel was struggling to maintain
his composure. Between the fever and the venom's effects, Daniel's emotions were very near the
surface right now.

Daniel took the coffee in his good hand and drank deeply, sighing. "What are we gonna do,
Jack?'

"What do we always do? We deal with it," Jack said with his usual rock-hard certainty. A
certainty he didn't necessarily feel right now.

Daniel looked at Jack and nodded. "Okay," he whispered, exhaustion plain in his voice.

"C'mon, Danny...stay with me here."

Daniel nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "Jack..."

"Yeah, Danny?"

"If something happens..."

Jack nearly spilled his coffee as he reached over to shake Daniel's shoulder. "Don't talk like
that Daniel! Nothing's gonna happen to you...not while I'm around."

Jack could see his own fear reflected in Daniel's eyes and tried to clamp down on his feelings
as Daniel reeled in confusion.

"Can't...can't block it out..."

Jack moved to support his friend, not knowing if the contact would make things worse; only
knowing that Daniel needed to feel reassured...he needed Daniel to feel it.

Waves of fear...comfort...all jumbled together...Jack...gotta hold it together... for
Jack...don't leave me alone again...

In the confusion of their intermingled thoughts, Jack realized that things were going both
ways...

God...Danny...not alone...never again...promise...

It seemed to Jack like he could no longer tell where Daniel's thoughts ended and his began. It
was like a dam breaking, once begun it couldn't be stopped. All the large and small thoughts,
memories and feelings that made them what they were eddied from one to the other....

*The coverstone fell with a resounding crash as the little boy watched in horror...the sound of
their screams forever etched in his memory...A hand struck out in anger...the boy realized that
the man didn't want to hear talk of feelings...he never made the same mistake again....A hand
struck out...grief had no welcome here...nor did the frightened lonely boy so full of
sadness...A hand struck out in anger...the boy/man cursed and left the house that was no longer
a home...had not been in a very long time...he would make his own way now....They didn't know
what to do with him...send him on...He didn't know how he would survive...just that he
would...Isolation...again...it was getting to be a habit...worse yet, he was starting to like
it...easier not to try...Determination drove him onward...sheer stubborness...nothing could or
would stop him...The search...the need to know...so much....Joy like a golden thing....a
promise to be a better father than his own...Happiness was a fleeting thing...people leave
you....hurt...don't let them get close...She'd been right...she'd had a feeling about this
mission..this is gonna be bad...

Too old...couldn't be right....everything he'd been taught was a lie...they won't listen... The
shot...the sound echoed forever...slow motion...it would never be the same again...he'd broken
his promise...It was over...they'd never believe him again...he'd failed...A chance...something
to end the pain...A chance...probably his last..they've got it all wrong...Who was this runny-
nosed kid...doesn't have the sense to come in out of the rain...but he did it when nobody else
could....He knows it's a long-shot...he wants this as much as I do....Why?...he barely knew
this boy-genius...didn't think he had it in him...why?...more blood on his hands...Wife?...I
have a wife...what does she see in me...

I owe him...a lot of things...hope he'll be okay...He looks better than he did two days
ago...hope he'll be okay...He looks like he belongs here...happy...still thinking too
fast...what have we done...Gone...but not gone...should have done something...he said we'll
find them...trust him..What have we gotten ourselves into...Got to stay strong...can't give
them a reason to make me quit....Had to make him do it...had to be his choice...looks like he's
losing her all over again...Got to...for my friends...but it hurts so much....Gone?...he can't
be gone...Help me, Jack...Kid's a mess...how can a smart guy be so dumb...like he hadn't been
there himself...God...so sorry ...can't make up for this one...stupid...stupid....Looks like a
zombie...what the hell...she was here...baby?...that had to hurt...Gone...again...so sick of
people leaving....They can't be gone...they're his kids...his friends...God...not again...not
Jack...He should be doing this...not me... Educated...articulate...Jack said that?...He can't
be losing it...he's been so strong...

Don't leave me in this place....

*****

Jack awoke to the sun beating low on his left. 'Setting?' he questioned himself. Daniel was
laying across his legs, unconscious and so still for a moment that Jack hesitantly reached for
a pulse. Steady, not necessarily strong...

Jack just sat there for a moment absorbing what had happened over the past night and day. Had
they really come that far? It seemed like a lifetime ago... A ghost of Daniel's loneliness and
grief lingered even now and Jack tightened his grip on his friend for a moment, as if to assure
him that he wasn't alone. Nobody should have to suffer so much in one short life, Jack thought.
Nobody as intrinsically good as Daniel deserved to. Granny O'Neill used to say that what
doesn't kill you makes you stronger...we ll Daniel must be awfully strong, he'd suffered
through all this stuff and it had killed him...twice.

Jack had always felt a deep kinship and respect for Daniel, which was strange considering their
diverse backgrounds, but now he realized just how deep those feelings went. Over the past two
years, nobody had stood by him like Daniel. Through the good time s and the bad....Jack
wondered if he'd done enough to return that support.

Jack felt his sleeping friend's forehead. Cooler, definitely cooler. He realized he was thirsty
and the canteen was an arm's length beyond his reach. He started to shift Daniel over so he
could get up, but Daniel awoke with a jump.

"Jack!" he shouted looking around him, clearly unsure of his surroundings.

"Here, Danny, I'm here..."

Daniel turned to look at Jack for a long moment, bright blue eyes unguarded and full of tears.

"Daniel, what's wrong?" Jack asked in gentle concern, almost sure he already knew.

Daniel dropped his head into his hands, "Hurts so much, Jack..."

"What hurts?"

Jack almost couldn't hear Daniel's muffled voice, "You..."

Jack had guessed that his own feelings had filtered through to Daniel. 'Like the kid needed any
more grief...'

"Daniel...I...I'm sorry."

But Daniel was shaking his head, " 'S'okay...I...just..."

Jack nodded in understanding. "Yeah...I feel like a peeping Tom."

Daniel gave a hoarse breath of a laugh, nodding. "Yeah.."

"Head still hurt?" Jack asked as Daniel put his hands to his temples again.

"Like somebody dropped a pyramid on it..."

Jack retrieved the medkit and pulled out a couple of painkillers for both of them. On his way
back over to Daniel, he grabbed the canteen. Daniel accepted both with a grateful sound and
drank just enough to help the pills down. Jack urged him to take more, but Daniel shook his
head. He could read the situation as well as Jack could. Checking his watch and doing the math,
Jack realized they'd missed eight radio checks, they'd been out of it for sixteen hours. Carter
and Teal'c must be worried sick about th em by now. The next check was due in 20 minutes. Even
at best speed, with no rest, it would take them until well into the next day to return.

Daniel shifted a little, pulling the light sleeping bag around himself.

"Cold?" Jack asked, a bit concerned. The sun was still quite warm on his back.

Daniel shrugged, trying to make light of it. "Just a little..."

Jack reached out once again to check Daniel's temperature, it was warmer now than before.
Evidently the venom was not yet out of Daniel's system. Jack stood up and stretched, with night
approaching he needed to get a fire started and food prepared. As he worked, he kept one eye on
Daniel. The younger man seemed distracted, as if trying to work something out in his head. It
didn't take Jack's new-found insight into his friend for to realize that when Daniel had things
figured out he'd talk about it, it was something Jack had come to understand a long time ago.

Right on time Carter answered the radio check. "Sir? Sir? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, Carter. For now everything's quiet." Jack proceeded to explain what had been happening
to them, skipping over the personal details.

"But you're okay for now?" she asked, even over the staticky connection the concern in her
voice was evident.

"Yeah, we're fine. How's the water situation?" He didn't have to explain to her that they were
fast running out.

"Found it six hours ago, we're on our way back."

Jack sighed in relief and told Carter,"Great job. Are you two okay?"

Carter's laugh was audible. "Yes, Sir. We're tired, but travelling at a good pace. We should be
back around noon tomorrow."

"We're aren't going anywhere," Jack responded, making Carter and Daniel laugh.

Jack signed off on that note, reminding them again to be careful.

Jack dished out the food, took the plates over and sat down beside Daniel.

"Not the best job I've ever done, but it'll fill you up." Jack apologized.

Daniel nodded, still distracted, and started to pick at the food

"Daniel? What is it?"

The younger man shook his head. " Jack, what if it happens again? They'll be back
tomorrow...We'll all be in a mess...I don't think I...I can go through that with anybody
else..."

Daniel ducked his head again, embarrassed at the depth of truth in those simple words.

Jack had to admit that he, too, would have found it difficult too share the intimate and
private details of his life with anyone but Daniel. After all, even though they'd known each
other only a relatively short time, he'd come to regard Daniel as his clo sest friend. From
Daniel's side of things last night, Jack knew that his friend felt the same kinship with him.
They were more than friends, more than brothers. It was something Jack didn't possess the words
to explain. He'd described it once as 'family,' but even that wasn't enough; Jack felt that way
towards all of his team. But with Daniel it was different. It was a closeness born of shared
experience and shared pain, of common goals and disparate viewpoints, of deep respect and trust
earned through ha rdship, and of mutual support through the worst and best of times.

"What makes you think it'll come back?" Jack asked, knowing even as he did so what the answer
would be.

Daniel blushed a little, looking embarrassed again. "I..uh..I've 'heard' every thought you've
had since the fever came back."

*****

Jack didn't know what to make of that statement. His first instinct was to feel uncomfortable,
but just as quickly he decided it didn't really matter. There wasn't much in Jack's life that
Daniel didn't already know...or hadn't guessed at...especially aft er the past sixteen hours.
Jack knew, somewhere on an almost elemental level, that he trusted Daniel with his
life...literally and figuratively.

When Jack looked up Daniel was looking at him with an intensity that told Jack that the message
was received and appreciated. Just as quickly Daniel looked away as if trying to leave Jack
some measure of privacy inside his own head.

"I'm sorry, Jack..."

Jack felt a twinge of anger at the quiet, level tone. "Daniel, I thought we had this guilt
thing worked out. This isn't your fault. For once, it wasn't something you touched, tasted or
jumped up and asked for."

Daniel grinned that small self-deprecating grin that was usually a precursor to that sharp
biting wit. "No," he admitted, "but we've got to find that trouble magnet."

Jack stared at his friend for a moment in disbelief, recognizing his own past description for
Daniel's singular talent for dicovering misfortune...or having it discover him. Jack realized
they were laughing together; the quick, rueful laughter to which th e only alternative is to
cry. And Jack knew neither of them was the type to indulge in that other alternative, which was
one of their shared strengths.

"Or weaknesses..." Daniel finished the thought, obviously not realizing what he had done.

Jack let it pass with a sigh. "So, what now? You don't seem to be 'broadcasting' anymore. Maybe
the two-way stuff is over..."

Daniel shook his hed slightly. "No...I'm trying real hard not to, but it, " Daniel paused a
moment, rubbing his forehead, "it makes my headache..."

Jack smiled tightly in sympathy and had a sudden insight. "Maybe you shouldn't try, then."

Daniel looked up sharply in surprise, wincing at the pain it caused.

Jack raised his hand to forestall the argument he could see coming. "No...no, listen...When you
let go on me the last time, you felt better...fever went down and everything. When the fever
started coming back..."

Daniel grasped Jack's train of thought instantly, "...I started 'hearing' you again and the
harder I try to stop it..."

"The worse you feel," Jack concluded with a 'there you go' gesture.

"So," Daniel began in that I'm-about-to-form-a-hypothesis tone that Jack knew so well...and
sometimes dreaded, "maybe this...thing...has to be 'released' somehow in order for it to run
it's course." Daniel frowned then, looking up at Jack as if to have hi m confirm the logic of
his reasoning.

Jack grinned at the irony. 'He wants my opinion on a theory?'

>From Daniel's nod and sardonic smile, Jack knew that thought had definitely been 'heard'.

With a deep, sobering breath, Jack tried to sort through the facts as they knew them. The
basic, and most important, fact remained...Daniel had gotten better, if only for a short time.

The two men looked at each other, blue eyes meeting brown. As they had done so long ago on
Abydos, they reached the same conclusion simultaneously.

"We have to do it again."

*****

Daniel was trying to talk Jack into leaving.

"Dammit, Daniel. I am not leaving you alone with this!"

Daniel sighed, all too obviously trying to talk over the pain in his head. "Jack...please...I
don't want you to go through that again...not for me...." Daniel's voice trailed off in pain
that was not entirely physical.

Jack felt a sudden gut-wrenching sympathy for his friend, but remained adamant "Will you get it
through that thick, over-educated skull of yours...I'm not going anywhere. Besides if no one
else is around, how do we know it'll work. What if there has to be a 'receiver'."

Daniel was holding his head constantlyy now, the effort of shielding Jack showing plainly in
the barely focused eyes and sweat-drenched face.

"Better...be sure, Jack." The soft voice was both a warning and a plea. Jack knew all too well
that Daniel didn't want to be alone, but he was also warning Jack that things could, and
probably would, be worse this time.

Jack had the good sense to weigh the full meaning of that. He could make a fair guess at what
some of it would be, but...this was Daniel...his best friend.

Daniel looked up then, eyes shining in the firelight; a mixture of pain and a gratitude beyond
the ineffectual ability of words to express.

Jack busied himself with building up the fire and bringing the water and other necessities over
to their sleeping bags. He found his hands were shaking a little. This was going to be bad, he
knew that, and yet...as he watched Daniel trembling with the eff ort of protecting him, Jack
knew there really was no other choice.

When all was prepared, Daniel moved unsteadily to his sleeping bag and collapsed with his back
against the stone outcropping. He leaned his head on his raised knees, rubbing his neck with
both hands to ease the pain.

Jack looked around a moment, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then sat down beside the
younger man.

"Ready?"

Daniel made a sound that wasn't...quite...a laugh. "No..."

Chuckling noiselessly at the plaintive tone, Jack reached out to knead Daniel's tight
shoulders, hoping his friend could relax enough to let go...

Pain...darkness...falling...falling forever....was dead...try to remember...breathe...how?

Jack felt a jolt at that. His own experience with resurrection had been almost gentle, thanks
to the Nox. Evidently a sarcophagus provided no such comfort.

Jack felt less overwhelmed by Daniel's rapid-fire thoughts this time....at least so far. This
was not like the steady give and take they had gone through before. This was purely Daniel,
full to overflowing and unable to stem the tide...

God...somebody make this go away...what have I done...she...made me...could have fought
harder....don't...can't...Sha'uri....never forgive me...never forgive myself...sick....this
won't ever go away....

Jack felt a shudder of revulsion and self-loathing echoing from Daniel to himself. Along with
Daniel's thoughts Jack was receiving brief visions of memory, like a strobe effect, each
carrying its own attendant emotion; pain, anger, hate, self-hate, grief, despair...

My fault...my fault...my fault....should have been able to stop it....

Jack wasn't really surprised by Daniel's tendency to take on every burden as a personal
responsibility, but he hadn't really fathomed how ingrained that 'universal conscience' thing
was...

Don't believe me...just 'flaky Daniel' off on another tear...got to make them see....was
real...we'll all die...Skaara...little brother...my fault...Jack had to choose...

Jack was aware that tears were flowing down both their faces and decided he didn't care. Daniel
had fallen against Jack and the older man wrapped arms around the vulnerable young man in a
gesture of fierce protection. Something about his young friend tend ed to bring out paternal
instincts in Jack that he had thought long since buried...along with Charlie.

Goodbye...my good friend....let them make it...less than ten minutes....a chance?...jjust want
to sleep...no...got to try....for Sha'uri...for Jack....make that look go away...that
look...like before....

Jack remembered all too well the 'look' that had stared blankly back at him in the mirror every
day for months after Charlie died. Something akin to that look must have shown up again as he
tore himself away from Daniel on Apophis' ship, leaving his best friend in the world alone to
die...

Me?...not me...old...so terribly old...so tired...can't sleep...may not wake up....Sam...she
won't let me give in...no....he's taking away my only hope...no...

Jack heard the cry echo through his head. He fought to keep a hold on his own emotions. He knew
the memories were pressing inexorably onward and he knew what was coming...

Gone...no...alone again...all of them gone...you promised, Jack....no, not gone...she
lied...used again...no!...never again...help me, Jack....tired...so very tired....

Jac wasn't sure if that last was a thought of the present or a memory of the past, but he could
feel the waves of exhaustion, mental and physical, flowing from Daniel. Two years worth of pain
and constant struggle threatened to pull Daniel under...

Jack began to wonder if his friend would survive.

*****

Madness...so this is what it's like to lose it....no!...don't lock me in....Jack...don't leave
me here alone...think...why can't I think...only feel...feel afraid...can't they see it's not
me....got to make them understand...Jack,,,got to trust me...pleas e let him trust
me...why...you left me here alone...alone....

The word reverbated through Jack like a physical blow. He'd always thought he had a good idea
of the loneliness and isolation that Daniel had always felt here on Earth, but he could see now
that the depth of his friend's sorrow was a tangible thing...soul deep and never ending....A
man cut off from the best part of himself...

'Like when Charlie...'

Jack squelched that thought before it could find its way to Daniel and drag him down even
further. To Jack it seemed that Daniel was caught up now in an ocean of despair, surrounded and
carried along by that cold, hopeless alone-ness.

Not stopping to think about what he was doing, Jack took a deep shuddering breath and 'dove'
into Daniel's mind....

'Weird', he thought, 'so this is what it feels like to be Daniel.'

It was, to say the least, an odd sensation. The mind raced far too rapidly, bypassing the
routes that Jack found necessary to cognitive function, yet arriving at a solution with a speed
and clarity that were almost frightening...

'Too much stuff in here..."

Jack could only wonder how one person could learn so much in such a short time. Languages,
modern and long-dead; cultures, more dead than modern; civilizations, long-dead, modern and
otherworldly. Dial-up codes, hundreds of them, Daniel must have memorize d every working
address. The sheer, unyielding will of the man was enough to boggle the mind. Jack felt like
nothing could ever distract Daniel from the pursuit of knowledge, except perhaps the pursuit of
Sha'uri...

Jack had never felt anything so intense in his life...

Not that he hadn't loved Sara, he always had, maybe always would, but this....

This was something so completely overwhelming that it threatened to drown Jack for simply
observing it. It seemed that Daniel gave his heart with the same passionate focus that he gave
to everything else he did...

Beyond that shining point came darkness...That place in the mind where child and adult meet;
the child clinging to fears and comforts of the past, the adult struggling to rise above them
ever aware that, in the great scheme of things, it was a probably a futile battle.

Dark...don't leave me alone in the dark...

Jack 'moved' toward that child-like plea...

Didn't mean to...my fault...always my fault...please...don't lock the door...

Jack felt anger rising and quickly stilled it. Somewhere someone had made Daniel believe that
he was to blame for every bad thing that had happened and had punished him by locking him in a
darkened room...a closet?

Moving 'onward,' Jack came to a place of ghosts. It was a place all too familiar to him. All
the deep regrets lived in this shadowed place. The lives lost, the abiding terror of roads not
taken...and roads taken that never should have been...

Jack passed beyond the ghosts into the realm of nightmare. Images of friends and loved ones
dead, decaying...crying out in entreaty and accusation. Jack recognized some of these as the
source and substance of Daniel's infamous demon-driven dreams...

**At the moment of impact, the child-Daniel saw the stone shatter...saw the blood...bright and
sluggishly flowing from beneath the stone...

**Sha'uri, accusing...beseeching, forever beyond his grasp...

**Her...Her face...Her voice...touching him...invading his senses...pushing away the haze of
forgetfulness....leaving him raw and sickened by what he'd done...

"Okay, not a fun place to be"Jack thought as he pushed on to a place where every large and
small action had been analyzed and categorized by what should or could have been done to make
it better, to have seen it sooner... A vicious cycle of self-doubt and recrimination.

Jack knew that Daniel's intuitive nature had often allowed him to act on instinct and resolve
situations thought beyond hope. Jack was more than familiar with the power of should haves and
could haves...he'd been caught up in it for far too long himself m aking life miserable for
himself and everyone around him.

Daniel, it seemed, kept his demons to himself...

*****

Dark...

Jack 'dove' after that fleeting thought, coming to a place devoid of emotion, of hope...empty
of everything but that cold, pervasive solitude...

'Daniel?'

Jack couldn't see anything in this darkness, but somehow he knew this was where Daniel had
retreated to. A place of punishment...the punishment that had become a refuge...a place to go
when the pain became too great to bear.

'?'

Though nothing was 'spoken,' Jack knew that Daniel was surprised by his presence there. 'Like I
go sight-seeing inside people's heads everyday?' Jack thought.

'Danny? It's me. It's Jack...'

'Here...Jack...help...'

The mind-voice was weak, confused...

'Daniel, you've got to let me take you out of here...now.'

'Tired...hurts...'

'I know...but we need you...out there...'

'Can't...too tired...can't find the way out...'

Jack mentally shuddered, realizing what could have happened if he'd left when Daniel had wanted
him to.

Jack reached out with his mind, enclosing Daniel's bone-weary soul with his own protective
spirit.

'We'll find the way...trust me?'

'Always...have...' A weak glimmer of his friend, but strengthening now.

Jack began drawing Daniel back with him through the shadows and the nightmares, through the
doubts and the fears...trying in some instinctive fashion to project reassurance to his friend
as they passed through the dark places. Then, Jack hesitated...

He couldn't find his way back to himself.

They paused there on the edge of the darkness and Jack started to feel like he'd been set
adrift, cut off from the things that made him "Jack."

'Colonel!'

A light mind-touch...sweet, concerned, insistent...drawing him upward. He tightened his 'hold'
on Daniel and plunged toward it.

Jack felt himself gasping, as if he had been under water for too long a time. Someone was
rubbing his back, easing the painful breathing. Jack opened his eyes and realized several
things in rapid succession: it was daylight, Carter and Teal'c were back an d staring at him
like they'd seen a ghost, and Daniel's weight across his legs had long since cut off his
circulation.

Daniel...

Jack tried to force his hand to his friend's throat to check for a pulse, but Carter stopped
him.

"He's alive, Sir...The fever seems to be gone."

Teal'c raised a canteen to his lips, allowing Jack to take only a few small sips. Carter was
saying something about dehydration, but Jack was having trouble focusing on the world around
him. Part of him was still overcome by the experience of being inside Daniel's mind.

Carter was asking him something. "Sir? What happened to you two? When we got here I thought you
were both dead."

Jack just shook his head and his eyes drifted shut in exhaustion. "Not dead,
just...visiting..."

*****

The next time Jack woke up, he realized he was lying on the ground beside the fire. Something
was cooking and he distinctly smelled coffee. Jack opened his eyes slowly, expecting it to
hurt...it did.

It was dark now. Carter and Teal'c were talking quietly on the other side of the roaring fire,
but he couldn't quite focus yet on what they were saying. As glad as he was to be alone with
his thoughts again, a part of him felt...bereft. It was as if he'd lost something...

'Daniel?'

Jack panicked a moment when he didn't see Daniel. Slowly, he became aware of a warmth against
his back and realized it was Daniel. Evidently Carter and Teal'c had just pulled them over to
the fire, sleeping bags and all.

Jack raised up gingerly, acutely aware of dozens of little aches and pains, waving away
Carter's gesture of assistance. Teal'c poured a cup of sweetened coffee and passed it over to
Jack. As he took a deep drink, resisting the urge to gulp it all down, Ja ck reached out with
his other hand to check on Daniel. Cool, he was still cool after...how long?




"Nine hours now, Sir."


Jack could see plainly that Carter was dying to hear the details of what had occurred here. He
filled them in quietly, carefully glossing over the non-essential, in other words personal,
details.

"Next thing I knew, you called out to me and I was able to...reconnect...somehow..."

Carter's eyes darkened at that, " And Daniel was really..lost...in there?"

Jack's eyes closed a moment, remembering darkness...

"Oh yeah..."

Jack reached out again to touch Daniel's forehead, as much to reassure himself of his friend's
presence as anything else. Still cool.

'Just wish he'd wake up.'

"What about his hand?" Jack asked roughly, slightly embarrassed by the gesture.

Carter shrugged, "The swelling is gone, just some discoloration around the bite itself. We'll
just have to wait until he wakes up to see if everything else is back to normal."

Jack nodded and laughed as his stomach grumbled, loudly. "so, what's on the menu?"

"What else?" Carter grinned. "MRE stew."

"Probably...no better than yours, Jack."

The hoarse, barely audible voice caused them all to jump.

Daniel was lying there watching them out of eyes nearly drained of color by exhaustion. Carter
smiled brightly and brought over the canteen, but her expression darkened a little as she had
to help him raise himself up enough to drink. Daniel simply didn't have any energy to spare
right now. Daniel raised two fingers in thanks.

"Wh-what's up?"

Jack smiled at the casual, albeit drained, tone. "Like he's making small talk at a party.' Jack
thought. Daniel looked up at him then and Jack understood that it was only the younger man's
considerable will that was holding him together right now. Jack no dded as if the thought had
been spoken aloud. They'd been here before and Jack didn't need telepathy or some kind of
psychic-bug to tell him that Daniel needed a touch of normalcy right now.

"Hey, Carter...bring Daniel some of that stuff you call coffee."

Carter caught on to what Jack was doing and responded with a rude remark. Teal'c moved over to
gently help Daniel into a sitting position against the rocks. Jack noticed the way Teal'c
handled the younger man, fussing, but without making it look like he w as fussing. Jack
realized he wasn't the only one whose protective instincts kicked in where Daniel was
concerned.

Daniel thanked Teal'c with a slight nod, taking the coffee cup in trembling hands, taking a
small sip. He raised an eyebrow at the sweetener, but made no comment. He seemed lost in
thought...as if trying to digest the events of the past few days and decid e how he felt about
it.

Carter brought the food over and Jack dug into it, rediscovering his appetite with a vengeance.

Daniel picked at the food as if he were unsure what it was he should do with it.

"C'mon, Danny...It's not that bad." Jack joked. "Even if it is Carter's cooking."

Carter protested, "Hey., Sir, it's your recipe."

This exchange drew a small smile from Daniel, who took a small taste. " She's right...just as
bad..."

They kept up the light banter so common to their quiet-mission camps. Jack didn't think that
Daniel was even aware that he'd finished nearly half of his stew before setting it aside. Jack
knew how he felt, after going three days with only one small meal i t didn't take much to feel
full.

Daniel had drifted off after that, his head inevitably landing on Jack's shoulder.

Jack saw Carter smile at the familiar scene. This wasn't the first time Daniel had used Jack
for a pillow. Carter gently touched Daniel's forehead again, the smile broadening at the lack
of fever.

Jack felt himself relax then and vaguely felt someone remove the cup from his hand as he sank
deeper into sleep.

*****

Daniel slept through until late the next morning. Jack had awakened fairly early, moving
stiffly, but none the worse for the events of the past few days. Carter and Teal'c had taken
turns watching over them through the night, as Jack had known they would. Sometime in the
night, one or both of them had a erected a canopy over the sleeping pair to keep the sun from
waking them.

A cup of water for each of them had been set aside for washing and/or shaving. It didn't seem
like much, but Jack definitely felt better for it.

Over breakfast, Carter explained that at the base of the mountains, near a small river, they
had found a stone structure with writing on the inner walls.

Jack realized that this writing could provide a clue to the missing Stargate . He looked over
to where Daniel still slept. If all went well, it would still take several days to make the
journey on foot. Days they didn't really have to spare; the food and water wouldn't hold out
more than two or three days. They didn't have time to camp here and let Daniel recuperate...

Jack made a decision. They would fashion a travois out of one of the tents and between them
they would carry Daniel to the mountains, while at the same time Daniel could rest and regain
his strength.

'Oh, boy..." Jack thought sarcastically, 'Daniel's just going to love this."

"Jack, I can make it!" Daniel protested, trying, unsuccessfully, to raise himself up on
trembling arms.

Jack just looked at the younger man and reached out quickly to catch him before he could fall
back. "Uh-huh."

Daniel fixed his eyes on Jack with a look that promised retribution...later.

Jack sighed, "Look, Danny...I know you hate the idea, but who knows what we're gonna run into
later. Besides without you that writing isn't going too help us much."

Daniel closed his eyes a moment and Jack knew the battle was won. After a few seconds, Daniel
opened his eyes and nodded. "Okay, Jack."

To Jack it was a major accomplishment. He had actually won an argument with his stubborn friend
and he hadn't even had to pull out the team leader look. Jack smiled and looked down to see
those intense blue eyes staring back at him, full of things left un said.

"Jack, I ..." Daniel's voice trailed off, not yet able to find the words.

Using that gentle tone that Jack reserved for children and close, close friends, he tried to
tell Daniel that it really didn't matter right now, it really didn't have to be said at all...

"Just rest, Danny...we'll talk about it later."

Daniel nodded acquiescence, even as his eyes closed.

"Thanks, Jack..."

******

Epilog



Close against the rocky ridge a pair of eyes watched as SG-1 packed up their camp and moved
out, pulling their ill comrade on the travois. They were heading directly toward the distant
mountains...as expected. As the off-worlders moved beyond sight over t he next ridge, the
observing eyes glowed....