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Daniel lay back on the bunk and closed his eyes.  He hadn't slept in at least 36 hours.  P3X392 had proven to be a wealth of artifacts even though the inhabitants were long gone.  He had been up all night translating and had to make two trips through the gate just to bring back a small sample of what the planet had to offer.  He would definitely be looking forward to visiting the planet again.

His thoughts started to drift as sleep came.  *Daniel *  He opened his eyes and glanced around the room while reaching for his glasses on the nightstand.  No one was in the room it had to be his imagination.

He took off his glasses and eased back onto the bed.  He closed his eyes and heard it again. *Daniel, you must get up, Daniel*  He sat up.  No, that definitely was not his imagination.  It was definitely a woman's voice, but where was it coming from?

He grabbed his glasses again and put them on.  The voice called out *The bottle, Daniel.  You must get the bottle *  Bottle?  What bottle? Then, he knew.  He didn't know how, but he knew that there was a bottle hidden behind the desk.

He got up and reached behind the desk.  He felt around until his fingers finally brushed against something.  He brought it out.  Flipping on the light, he held it up to look at it.  A sort of pink vapor swirled around inside.  He gently shook it, but the swirl did not change.

*Open the bottle, Daniel *  He looked around again hoping to catch sight of the woman whom the voice belonged to, but still, no one was there.  He looked at the bottle.  The voice urged again *Open the bottle, Daniel *

He knew that it was a bad idea.  His mind was screaming at him not to, but he watched as his fingers tightened around the cap and twisted it off.

The pink vapor stopped its swirling for a moment before drifting out of the bottle.  It floated into the air and towards his face.  He took a deep breath and his mind screamed again to stop one final time before he stopped thinking all together.

Jack O'Neill walked out of the debriefing room, heading straight for the elevators.  It had been a long and boring mission.  No people.  No gou'alds.  Nothing but artifacts.  Yet, who had to sit through the three-hour debriefing?  Daniel, the artifacts king?  No!  Jack O'Niell. Daniel got to go back to his quarters to sleep.  Gen. Hammond had thought that he looked too tired to participate right away.

In Jack's opinion, the whole debriefing should have been called off then until Daniel could join them.  Without him, the whole thing had been: The Gen. asks a question, Jack says, "Well, sir, Daniel would be able to answer that better." And the Gen. glares at Jack.  See?  No point whatsoever.  Even Carter had gotten to go home.

Jack was jerked out of his thoughts when the alarms started to blare a moment after he stepped out of the elevator to ground level. "Unauthorized gate access!  Repeat, unauthorized gate access!"  the speakers shouted.

Jack paused a second considering telling the General that he had already been out of the building when the alarms went off.  That he hadn't heard a thing, but thought better of it and headed back into the elevator and pressed the button for gate level.

Jack arrived just in time to hear the technician say, "No, sir, our side is initiating it."

"Well, who's in there, airman?"  The general snapped.

"No one as far as I know."

The gateroom guard burst into the control room.  "It's Dr. Jackson, sir.  He was the only one in room."

"Open this shield."  The Gen. ordered indicating the shield over the observation window that prevented anyone passing through the room from seeing the gate.

The shield opened to reveal the gate's inner ring spinning as the chevrons locked in.  Daniel stood calmly at the bottom of the gate, watching.

"Why isn't anyone in there stopping him?"  The Gen. demanded.

"He's overridden the door locks, sir.  We can't get in."  The guard informed him.  The General looked like he wanted to hit someone or at least something but thought better of it.  Instead, he grabbed the microphone.

"Just what do you think you're doing, Dr. Jackson?"  The General asked into the microphone, which projected his voice into the gateroom.

Daniel looked up at the group crowded around the window for a moment. When the last chevron locked, however, he turned back to the gate, walked up the ramp, and was gone.

The group stared in silence as the wormhole disengaged behind him. The General regained his composure first.  "Where did he do?"

The technician snapped out of it and turned back to the computer screen.  He punched in a few commands and watched as the chevrons appeared on the screen.  There was no need to speak.  Everyone knew this sequence by heart.  They were the chevrons for Chulak.

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