Jack's head reeled at all the new information he had obtained today, almost like being told about the Stargate program all over again, this other worlds business. He was exhausted, but neither could he sleep.

It was midnight local time and he had arrived at 4.30am, being a Cheyenne for four hours previous. 20 hours he'd been awake and he just couldn't sleep, some part of him was restless and just wouldn't settle.

He looked fondly in the direction of Daniel and Teal'c, Daniel sleeping on a camp bed and Teal'c sitting cross-legged and meditating. Jack was glad that they had been able to sleep. He felt better knowing that even if he was not refreshed for the next day his team would keep him alert.

Sam had taken the spare room, being presumed sleeping over two hours ago.

He winced at the feeling of his mind buzzing constantly.

I just want some peace! He thought desperately.

With this his mind drifted back to what Will had said of seeing your deamon, about being relaxed and concentrated at the same time.

Teal'c being used to meditating had found the 'sight' easy to obtain. A vicious looking dog appeared before them, though something was distinctly wrong with it. It seemed ghoulish in some way, its eyes to sunken and teeth too large. It gave insight in to the genetically modified nature of his race. Teal'c appeared disturbed at first but soon became more comfortable as did the rest of the team as the deamon's personality was ever so slowly revealed much like its human counterpart. Jack had asked several questions about his own deamon, assuming that now he had the sight he'd be able to see it too, but Teal'c insisted that he could not see it as Jack had not seen it yet.

So, sitting deep in the armchair, leaning his head back he tried to get in the right frame of mind for the fifth time that day.

Eyes closed he relaxed his body and concentrated his mind drifting in some indefinable place until he felt eyes on him. Holding the state of mind he looked down to be faced with a pair of green eyes watching him tentatively, Jack was so shocked by them he lost his mind... his state of mind. But now that calm state.

Before him sat a great cheetah; sleek, graceful, strong and intelligent. Its tail swishing from side to side as it eyed him with curiosity and mild fascination. Those eyes buried though him, he felt as though the animal could read his mind and see his soul.

Sliding from the chair he knelt before the luxurious animal, somehow it felt strangely familiar though he'd never seen it before. For some reason he was drawn to it. He stretched his hand out tentatively worried in case those powerful claws would swipe it away, but the beast seemed nonplussed, as it began purring before him.

His fingertips delved into its soft coat finding a particularly soft spot beneath its jaw causing the purring to increase tenfold.

Jack however, upon touching the animal, suddenly became breathless; his heart racing feeling both on edge and strangely calm at the feel of the animal.

Jack completed his stroke of the animal's throat, beginning to recover form the strange experience as soon as his fingers left the sleek coat. But in his recovery he thought of the sensation that touching the deamon brought, knowing almost instantaneously that the cheetah was not his, but someone else's.

"You're Sam's deamon." He said simply. He didn't know how but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.

The cheetah nodded in response, then padded away softly down the hall, Jack followed to find the big cat sitting outside Sam's bedroom door.

"Go in. She's asleep." Muttered the deamon.

Jack did as the animal asked allowing him to go in before he did.

Stealthily he leaped on to the bed and curled around the sleeping form's feet, instantly looking content.

Jack couldn't place it but he felt another reason for being in the room other than the fact that the cheetah had instructed him.

The reason appeared from behind the other side of the bed. A majestic white wolf stood proudly before him, emanating power with every movement. Jack found himself on his knees once more now staring deep into the deep brown eyes of his deamon.

Somehow he knew, with Sam's deamon he had felt a tingle of familiarity but the wolf it was instinctual. She, this powerful white wolf was a part of him, the other half of him, the part which had been restless and denied him sleep.

Sitting leaning against the wall, legs crossed the wolf moved laying her head on his lap. It felt as though she'd always been there, which she had, but it felt so right being able to see her and rub soothing patterns in her deep coarse fur.

When he touched her he felt completeness, he felt whole, extremely different from the electricity of Sam's deamon's touch.

Jack dozed against the wall revelling in the calmness of the wolf's presence feeling soothed and whole.

He remained there until Sam's deamon stirred, and restlessly jumped from the bed and began to pace the floor at the foot of the bed in front of him.

"Can you wake her?" he asked. Looking intently at Jack. "Can you show her how to see me?" he pleaded.

"Jack, he needs her just as much as I needed you." The wolf spoke compassionate and sympathetic.

"Ok." He said getting up and stepping towards Sam's sleeping form. She slept peacefully, Jack was almost hesitant to wake her but he was sure she would want to feel what he had. Sitting on the edge of the bed he shook her gently and called her name.

"Sam. Sam."

She mumbled incoherently starting to come round. Getting an idea he turned to the cheetah who stepped forward obediently. Jack prepared himself and stroked the big cat as he'd done so before, at the touch Sam's eyes flew open and she gasped. Releasing his grip he moved his hand to Sam's leg to reassure her.

"Sir?" she said questioningly, and groggily.

"its ok don't worry I can see them."

"Them?" she asked confused.

"Our deamons." He grinned in their direction.

"Sir, you can see mine?" she said seriously, all traces of sleep disappeared.

"Yeah."

"But..." she protested before being cut off.

"He wants you to be able to see him, he asked me to help you."

She looked confused for a moment then looked into his eyes curiously before nodding.

"What do I do?"

"Lay back," his voice took on a soothing tone, lulling her to the right frame of mind, "close you eyes... relax... allow you mind to focus on the centre of your mind... a quiet corner." Watching her do as he asked her could guess that she was almost there, letting silence fill the room he allowed her to find the rest of the way by herself.

The cheetah pounced softly onto the other side of the bed and watched tentatively over his charge.

Her eyes soon fluttered open and met those of her deamon, holding the focus she sat and looked upon the sleek animal.

"He's so beautiful." She said, staring at him, entranced.

"Touch him," Jack instructed softly as he felt his own deamon leap on to the bed and lay down next to him.

The cheetah purred louder at her touch that his, Sam sat mesmerised watching her fingers trail through his thick fur.

Jack sprawled on the bottom of the bed, propping his head up with his elbow. His deamon stretched her back against his chest each glad of the reassuring contact. Her eyes closed as she dozed next to him but Jack continued to watch Sam and her deamon. He felt as though he was watching something he shouldn't, something sacred but neither objected to his presence, which he was grateful for.

He watched as the cheetah settled at her touch, purring contently, and eventually sprawling over her legs as Jack's had done.

Sam peeled her eyes from his sleek fur and met his eyes with a relieved smile.

"Do you have name's?" Jack murmured loud enough for all to hear.

"No." His replied.

"You must name us." Hers said.

Sam got over her shock of the animal's smooth voice quickly and looked towards Jack and his deamon.

"She reminds me of Tikya, the wolf formed alien who ran about the SGC a few years back."

"Right, how's Kya?" he asked of the wolf.

"Good Jack." Kya replied, arching against him once more.

Silence settled over them for a moment, Sam and Jack thinking deeply about their new life long companions.

"When I saw his eyes," said Jack smiling, "Do you want to know what I thought of?"

"Emerald city." They answered in unison.

"Yeah." he agreed grinning.

"Do you like Oz?" she tested as he had done.

"Yes, thank you." He replied.

They settled into a calm silence, it was then that Jack thought of something.

"Kya, when I figured out how to see you, you weren't there." He said almost painfully at the thought of them being separated, "Why were you with Sam, and Oz with me?"

The two deamons looked at each other then made their way off the bed, Jack frowned at the loss of contact, guessing Sam felt similarly as a small whimper came from her. Once on the floor they nuzzled each others necks, the feeling of pleasure sweeping to their human counter parts.

"If you remain close to each other, we switch, taking care of the other, even though you only had known this subconsciously it calmed your minds to know a part of you was watching over each other." Kya said as Oz began grooming her.

Kya closed her eyes and howled slightly, nuzzling her snout deep in the cat's fur; Jack shuddered.

Oz continued to speak between the long licks of his tongue. "The two of you have died so many times and been revived by sarcophagus or medicine that we can travel far from you without any great loss. With each death we found we could travel further from you. And look over each other too."

After Oz finished his grooming, they settled lying next to each other feeling completely at ease, and quickly drifted into semi-sleep with fur against fur.

"You ok?" Sam asked Jack, only being able to imagine what Oz movements had done to Kya and Jack in turn.

"Yeah." He said still trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes for a second and suddenly came to the conclusion that he was tired.

Opening his eyes he noticed Sam seemed to feel the same.

Seeing the closeness of their deamons had allowed them to slip into a familiarity neither had shared before.

"Sam? You tired?" he asked.

She nodded sleepily laid down once again.

Manoeuvring to the top of the bed Jack wrapped his arms instinctively around Sam, spooning against her, mimicking the actions of his deamon.

"Night." he murmured, eyes closing to an inviting sleep.

"Night Jack." she replied.

Jack woke first, the beginning of the dawn creeping through the window, Sam still asleep in his arms, their legs entangled, and fingers entwined. Their deamons finding their way onto the bed in the night, draped over their tangled legs keeping their feet warm.

He could feel Kya was awake as well, she growled quietly to serve as a good morning, then stretched arching deep into Oz's fur.

Jack breathed in deeply, and began thinking about what had happened last night, mainly about what Kya and Oz had told them before falling asleep.

His deamon watched over Sam and Oz over him.

When he thought about it, it did put his mind as ease, as if he had a constant link with her, knowing that she was ok at anytime. Not that she needed his protection but the idea of part of him being there with her through everything was undeniably calming and enticing at the same time.

Though he would never admit it, being with her (anywhere) felt right. And now lying with her sleeping in his arms he felt it even more right, even more complete.

Not admitting or showing things was what he was good at, something he did to survive, to stay out of trouble. But with Kya he felt a release, they way she stared longingly at Oz, licked tentatively at his coat, nuzzled at his throat. Each move she made around him reflected how he felt about Sam.

He wanted to pay as much attention to Sam, as Kya for Oz, but bound by duty he could not.

Jack wondered if it was the same for her; did her deamon reflect how she wished things could be, how she wished she could act, wished she could feel.

Jack woke from his musings at a sound in the hall.

Nodding to Kya, indicating for her to wait there, he slipped from the room.

Opening the door softly, he peered out into the hallway to find Will standing there as if waiting for him. Jack noticed that he looked a little shaken.

"What's up?" he asked concerned.

"I had another dream." He said his voice barely above a whisper.

"What did your dad say this time?" he asked directly.

"In two days time we have to go back to the Stargate, he said by then I'll be ready do find the right world," he held up his hand at the excited look on the colonel's face, "Not yours though. He said your journey isn't finished here yet; our paths go someway yet before separating, I must admit I am already dreading it." He added truthfully.

"Me too." Answered Jack grasping the young man's shoulder.