A Story by Pip

A/N: Okay, the writers block i had for this story finally went away today, and i spent all day getting it done for al you lovely fans out there chomping at the bit for more. So, heres the product of many long hours of work. Hope you enjoy. (not much of a author's note, i know, but, I'M FAMISHED at this very moment...and, not very coherent! LoL)


Ch.8: To the Surface

Lea woke with a start, shooting straight up in bed. Blinking rapidly, she tried to focus in her dark room, noticing her digital clock. It showed 10:30 in bright red letters. Looking around the small area, she let out a heavy sigh.

Something was wrong, she could feel it. Her daddy had once told her it was her own special sixth sense. Somehow, she always seemed to know when things were very wrong. And, right now, the feeling seemed overwhelming.

Grabbing her teddy that her daddy had given to her when she'd first come to this planet, Lea threw back her comforter, and slowly climbed out of bed. Using the light shining brightly from the direction of the hallway, she made her way to the door. Though the door was closed, she could hear laughter coming from the direction of the den.

Quietly, Lea turned the knob, and light rushed in as she pulled the door away from the frame. The noise level increased immediately. She blinked a bit, her eyes adjusting to the bright light. Moving into the frame, Lea looked toward the direction of the den. The adults seemed to be having a good time. The trouble she was sensing couldn't be coming from there.

Looking the other direction, toward her father's room, Lea could see the door slightly ajar. Even amongst all the noise coming from the other direction, she could faintly hear sounds drifting out of the room. 'Not very good sounds.' she thought. She glanced back towards the den, making sure nobody was watching. Quickly, Lea made her way over to the door, the opening being just big enough for her to slip inside. She didn't want anyone to know she was awake. She had to know what was giving her the feeling of dread first.

The room was surprisingly brighter then she expected, and she looked to where the light was coming from, the bathroom. For now, the noises had subsided, and Lea wasn't sure what to do now. Remembering that her Uncle Danny was suppose to be sleeping on her daddy's bed, the girl softly called to the room. "Uncle Danny?"

When she got no response, Lea quietly crept over to the bed, and for the first time, realized it was empty. Suddenly, the sounds started up again, and the girl jumped, turning towards the bathroom. Clutching her teddy closer to her chest, Lea quickly made her way to where her Uncle Danny obviously was.

Though the bathroom itself was quite big, she could see from the doorway, Daniel laying on the floor in front of the toilet. His eyes were closed, and his breathing shallow, and he was drenched in sweat. Lea couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. "Uncle Danny!" she whispered loudly.

Opening his eyes, Daniel attempted to give her a weak smile. "Hey munchkin." his voice was hoarse, and immediately followed by harsh coughing. Lea took a step into the room as Daniel continued to cough, his face now buried in his arm.

"Are you okay?" she asked, now near where he lay.

"No, Lea, i'm not." he turned his head to look at her once more. She could see unshed tears in his eyes. "I need you to-" he stopped mid-sentace, clutching at his stomach, and moaned softly. Lea now rushed to his side, gently placing her hand on his arm. She could feel that he was slightly shaking.

"What do you need?" she asked quickly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. Lea felt him finally relax a bit beneath her touch. She barely heard the deathly quiet "Jack" that escaped his lips.

"Okay, i'll be right back." she said softly, setting her bear down in Daniel's now lax hand as a sign of comfort. "Watch my teddy." Before he could respond, Lea was up and out of the bathroom. Quickly, she made her way out of her father's bedroom, and down the hall, stopping right before the entrance to the kitchen. She could hear someone rustling around inside. Hoping it was her daddy, Lea stepped through the doorway.

Jack was busy throwing out the trash that seemed to piling up on the counters from their little "non-party" as they had come to start calling it earlier that evening. Both Cassie and Sam refused to call it such, their exact words being repeated much through the night had been "its not a party if without Daniel." Jack had to agree, the archaeologist did know how to have a good time when he wanted to. But, right know, Jack doubted that Daniel really felt up to having a good time. He was still trying to figure out what was really up with his best friend.

Turning, Jack slightly jumped as Lea stepped through the doorway. "Hey babe, what are you-"

Lea cut him off. "Daddy, I need you to come with me." she was speaking a mile a minute. "You need to come with me NOW, because-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down Lea!" Jack cut her off in turn, walking up to her, and kneeling down. He gently ran his hand through her long hair, looking in her brown eyes, identical to his. They shown back at him with urgency and fear. "What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked concerned.

Lea looked at him for a minute, before quickly turning her gaze towards the den, where the others were laughing. She looked back to her father. He understood the meaning, and gently rubbed her arm. "Its okay Lea, their not listening. Now, What's wrong?"

"It's Uncle Danny..." she said quietly, her voice wavering a bit. Jack's heart skipped a beat at her words.

"What about Uncle Danny?" he said back, his voice now more than concerned.

"He's lying on the floor in your bathroom." she turned slightly, pointing down the hall. "He's sick." she sobbed, unable to control her emotions anymore.

"Dammit!" Jack cursed loudly, making Lea wince. In one quick, but gentle motion, he picked the girl up in his arms, and made his way down the hall. He burst through the door with a shove of his hand, and in a few long strides, he was to the bathroom, Daniel insight, now leaning against the rim of the toilet.

"Oh god, Danny..." Jack put Lea down as quick as possible, and rushed to his friend's side. Slowly he began rubbing Daniel's back, as what little of dinner he'd had made its second showing. After few minutes, when he realized Daniel was finished, Jack pulled his now exhausted friend against his chest. The archaeologist turned slightly, and buried his face in Jack's shirt. He started to cry. The General starting rubbing his younger friend's back again. "No, hey...Danny, don't cry." he soothed.

"It hurts Jack." Daniel muttered through sobs.

"What hurts Daniel?" Jack asked scared, not hiding the fact that he was from either his daughter or ailing friend.

"Daddy?" Lea said quietly, making her way over to them from where she'd been standing at the doorway. "What's wrong with Uncle Danny?"

"I don't know baby, if he doesn't tell me." Jack gently sat Daniel up, still strongly supporting him. "Danny, what hurts!" his tone was commanding, but kind.

The response he got wasn't what he wanted. Daniel looked at him with fever-bright blue eyes, a look of confusion on his face. "Jack?" he whispered. "I feel so sick, and I'm so tired." his voice slurred.

"No, Danny, stay with me..." Jack realized his friend was about to pass out, and still without telling him what was wrong, other than the obvious that he was sick.

"so...tired." Daniel's eyes began to slowly close.

"No, danny...Daniel!" Jack called to the younger man, as he went limp in the General's arms. "Shit! Daniel...DANIEL!" his voice rose with every call. "No, Danny, don't do this!" he gently shook his friend. Lea rushed to the other side of the unconscious man, also trying to wake him.

"Uncle Danny!" she cried, tears in her eyes. She looked up at her father. "Daddy!" she squeaked.

Jack checked Daniel's pulse. Weak and thready, but still there. He let out a sigh, and rubbed a hand over his face. Looking at Lea's scared face, he attempted a smile. "Lea, hunny, its okay, he just passed out."

"No!" she cried, "Its not okay, What's wrong with him!" her voice rose considerably.

"What's going on here?" Cassie called from the doorway, causing Jack and Lea to jump. "Oh my God, Daniel." she gasped, rushing into the room.

"Don't bother, he unconscious." Jack began to lift the dead weight archaeologist into his arms.

"Why?" Cassie asked confused.

"I don't know!" Jack snapped loudly, causing both girls to back up in surprise. "Sorry.."he lowered his voice a bit. "But, i'm going to find out. I'm taking him to the SGC. To the infirmary." Turning to walk out, he was surprised to see Sam and Pete blocking his way.

"I thought he was just tired.."Pete said, confused.

"Jack, What's going on?" Sam stepped out of the way, as Jack hurried past them, Daniel cradled in his arms.

"I'm taking Daniel to the infirmary." the General groaned, Daniel's added weight in his arms starting to make itself known to his older body. Everyone followed him through the house, and out the front door, to his truck.

"And, i'm going with you." Cassie announced, opening the passenger door. Jack gently laid Daniel inside, making sure he was strapped in safely.

"Then., we'll go too!" Sam started to head back inside, to get her things.

"No." Jack stated, still leaning against the open passenger door.

"What?" the other adults asked confused.

"Nobody's going with me." he said firmly.

"But, Jack, what if something happens with Daniel. Your gonna need someone-" sam started to ay, but, Jack cut her off.

"Did you hear me? I said NO!" he shouted. "You two aren't going anywhere near that facility!" he pointed between the husband and wife.

"Excuse me?" Sam said in a low voice.

Cassie looked at Jack, seeing that all the anger, all the resentment to Sam's leaving almost four years ago was about to come to the surface. "Uh, you guys..."she stepped between the death glares they we're giving each other. "You guys don't have clearance." she turned back to jack, and placed a hand on his chest. "Now is not the time to do this..." she whispered to him.

"We've both been there before. We could get clearance!" Sam's voice was angry, for a reason Jack couldn't figure out. What he did know was it made his temper sore, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Pushing past Cassie, he looked at the woman he use to know so well.

"No, you can't get clearance!" his tone was low, and angry. "You may have been there before, you may know its secrets. Hell! You worked there for EIGHT years. But, you left. YOU LEFT! And, no matter what you do, I will never give you clearance back to MY base." In the back of his mind, Jack amusedly thought he was sounding like Daniel during one of his rants. After eleven years, both had started to rub off on each other. "I know you've been in contact with Hammond since you left. BUt, one thing you haven't had, is my trust. I wouldn't trust you, or HIM" he pointed viciously at Pete. "ANYWHERE near the most top secret place on this earth."

Pete stepped close to Sam, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Plus.."Jack answered, now more friendly. "You need to stay here and watch your children."

"Jack." Cassie answered closing the passenger door. "You need to go.."

"Yeah." Jack quickly made his way to the driver's side, completely ignoring their guest's shocked expression. "Lea, sweetheart." He called to his daughter, who was standing on the porch, her teddy in her arms. "Lets go."

"What, she gets to go!" Pete fired to the man, seemingly appalled.

"Ofcourse! Lea has the highest clearance imaginable." Jack said sweetly. "Plus, you were right Sam." he looked at the still shocked woman. "I need someone with me, incase something goes wrong."

As Lea climbed in the backseat, and Jack stepped up into his own, Cassie walked over to the driver's side. Jack rolled down the window. "I want you to watch those two. They're up to something."

"I agree." she whispered looking at Daniel. Jack followed her gaze.

"Hey.." he took her face in his hand. "Don't worry, you know how Daniel likes to beat the odds."

"Yeah." she leaned into his hand. He gently kissed her on the forehead, and let go.

"I'll call you." he called to her as he started to back out of the driveway.

"You better!" she yelled back, watching the truck disappear down the street. Slowly, Cassie turned and walked back into the house.

Coming Soon: Ch.9: Thoughts and Ideas


A/N: lack of food making Pip delerious okay, i KNOW i spelled that wrong! So, wanna review...the more review I get, the faster the next story comes along to sooth your, cravings...i want mcdonalds...drools, and runs off for food

but, seriously, PLEASE REVIEW!