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Daniel leaned his head back upon his pillow. It was the end of a rough day on the Planet PX-9994 known by the inhabitants as 'Neona'. He was surprised to find many artifacts containing writings of the Ancients stored in deep caves. It must have been a holding area of some sort, Daniel had concluded. He was sorry that he was only able to take a few of the more ornate artifacts back with him, but he knew it would be impossible to properly study anything on site. Besides, he was sure it would take many more trips to the Neona caves to sift through all the artifacts.
Daniel flipped over onto his back and put his hands under his head, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He was anxious to begin translating the writings on the stone tablets he had brought back with him, but he hadn't had any sleep for two days, so he knew he wouldn't be functioning at his best until he got some rest. Regardless, Dr. Frasier had insisted that he get at least a good night's sleep before anything else.
Daniel rolled onto his right side and punched the pillow beneath him. Was he so over-tired that he couldn't sleep? he wondered. All he could think about were those artifacts from Neona. He was sure they predated anything he had ever seen. In fact, he was willing to bet that they were created by the hands of the same 'Ancients', who had built the Stargate.
Though it was dark, he could still make out the room's simple furnishings; a large metal desk with chair, two tall wooden bookcases, and a long worktable were the only other pieces of furniture in the room save his bed and nightstand. An engraved circular stone artifact, obtained from today's expedition to Neona, lying on top of Daniel's desk caught his eye. It appeared to glow. Was he seeing things or was it merely a reflection of light? Daniel immediately regretted not having taken the time to decipher the ancient writing on the stone before retiring to bed.
"I can't sleep," Daniel muttered reaching for his glasses. He rose to his feet and switched on the light. He knew he should be sleeping, but the excitement over his recent expedition wouldn't be dismissed. "Maybe if I…"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Daniel?"
"Be right there!" he called back.
"Daniel, I need to speak with you."
"Okay-okay. I'm coming," he answered, stumbling over a pair of his shoes he had neglected to put away. "Darn those shoes!" he mumbled, nearly tripping over himself.
"What's up?" he asked, opening the door.
No one was there.
"Hello?" he called, looking up and down the hallway. "This isn't funny guys!" he said hesitantly, waiting for Jack or Teal'c to appear.
"Yes?" Daniel answered, turning around, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Daniel, I am glad to see you."
"Who are you?" Daniel demanded, trying to determine from where her voice was coming.
"My name is Tatarina."
Daniel returned to his room and closed the door behind him. No one was in the hallway or in his room. He shook his head. I must be dreaming.
"You're not dreaming."
Daniel's jaw dropped. "Can you read my mind?"
A look of relief washed over his face. "Good. Why can't I see you?" he asked, his eyes darting across the room.
"You can't see me because you're not looking in the right direction. I'm over here, next to your bookcase."
Daniel turned toward his bookcase. Standing before him was a stunning, slender, red-haired young woman dressed in a long flowing white gown that seemed to sparkle. He estimated her to be about his age; however, he couldn't be sure. Her long amber tresses spilled gently over her shoulders in ringlets that reached her hips.
"Tatarina?" he asked, staring into her large deep-green eyes. He was immediately taken by her beauty. "How did you get in?"
"You opened the door, silly," Tatarina laughed playfully. Her eyes sparkled.
Daniel looked away, shaking his head in disbelief.
Tatarina stepped closer to Daniel in slow, easy steps. "Daniel Jackson. You are the chosen one. You must come back and set me free."
She was so close to him; he could smell the lilac scent of her perfume. She was utterly intoxicating; Daniel was convinced he was dreaming. After all, she was too perfect to be real.
"Chosen One?" he asked, struggling to focus his attention on her words and away from the desire growing within him.
She reached up and removed his eyeglasses, placing them carefully on top of a stack of books on his desk.
"I don't understand…" Daniel said still not convinced this was anything more than a dream.
"It has been foretold of your coming. You are the one who broke the seal; you are my besheret. All this time I have been asleep, waiting for you. Now, you must return to the cavern and release me." Tatarina gently pressed her lips against his.
"Besheret… soul mate," Daniel whispered. He instinctively closed his eyes, smiling as her lips lingered upon his. He felt as though he was enveloped in a cloud of joy and wanted nothing more than to hold onto this moment forever. This HAD to be a dream.
Daniel opened his eyes. Lying comfortably on his back in bed, he glanced at his watch. He had been asleep for over nine hours! He looked around the room half-expecting to see something or someone. This is strange, he thought. He swung his feet over the side of his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
Rising out of bed, he realized that he felt different: energized. It was more than just a good 'fresh' feeling; he felt happy. No… happy wasn't quite the right word to describe it; rather, he felt something akin to the excited joyfulness a child feels upon waking on Christmas morning. He felt positively exuberant!
He reached for his glasses on the nightstand beside his bed, but they were not there. That's funny, he thought. Daniel scratched his head. Maybe they fell on the floor, he considered, kneeling down to search under his bed.
Three loud thuds on his door interrupted his search.
"Daniel? Are you awake yet?" Jack bellowed.
"Yes, I'm awake," Daniel called out, as he rose to his feet to open the door.
"It's about time, Sleeping Beauty!" Jack teased. "This is what happens when you stay out past curfew!"
Daniel shook his head. This was typical for his commander. Deciding to ignore Jack's comments, Daniel scratched his head and began, again, to search for his missing eyeglasses.
"You okay?" Jack asked with concern.
"Huh?" Daniel glanced at Jack momentarily and continued on his search. "Oh yeah, I'm just looking for my eyeglasses…"
"You mean those?" Jack pointed to Daniel's glasses, perched carefully on top of a stack of books on his desk.
Daniel frowned. "Yes. Thanks," he said sheepishly, reaching for the glasses. "Did you want something?" he asked as he slowly put the glasses on. Suddenly, Daniel snatched the glasses off his face and stared quizzically at them.
"Something wrong?" Jack asked, looking puzzled.
"Don't know," Daniel replied hesitantly, examining the glasses closely. "These ARE my glasses," he commented, as if to reassure himself.
"Who else would they belong to?" Jack asked, staring at Daniel suspiciously.
Daniel held the glasses up and peered through them. "Jack… These glasses are not the right prescription…. I mean, I can't see through them."
"It's probably time for a new eye-glass prescription, Daniel," Jack suggested. "Must be from all that scrounging around in dark dusty places playing with broken pottery and painted stones."
"Historical artifacts, Jack. Studying planet's historical artifacts are important…"
"Yeah-yeah-yeah. Whatever. Never mind that," Jack interrupted. "I'm not surprised your eyes are going on you, Daniel…"
It was Daniel's turn to interrupt. "Jack."
"What?" Jack shrugged his shoulders innocently.
"That's just it. My eyesight isn't worse, it's better. I mean, my eyesight is perfect without my glasses!" Daniel explained, holding his glasses out toward Jack.
Jack glanced at the eyeglasses and back at the amazed look on Daniel's face. "I think you should pay a little visit to Dr. Frasier. Check back with me afterwards."
Daniel nodded in agreement.
Dr. Frasier smiled as Daniel entered the infirmary. "Good morning, Daniel. My, you're looking chipper. I take it you had a good night's sleep?" she asked warmly.
"Uh, yes I did… Thank you, Janet," Daniel replied, sitting down on the examination table.
Dr. Frasier stepped closer to Daniel, her eyes locked on Daniel's face. "It's amazing what a good night's rest can do for a person," she commented. "Truly remarkable…" She said, lightly touching his cheek in fascination.
"Uh, yes, I suppose…" Daniel answered, growing uncomfortable.
"Your face is positively glowing!" she said with amazement, stepping back, but not taking her eyes off him. "It's incredible!"
"Incredible?" Daniel asked, confused.
"It's just that you… well…" Dr. Frasier hesitated before completing her sentence. "… never looked so good," she answered, her eyes still locked on him.
Daniel's eyes narrowed, trying to focus on what she was saying. Why was she looking at him like that? he wondered. He noticed that her eyes were fully dilated and she seemed very unsettled. Nervous even
"Is there something I can do for you this morning?" she asked, her voice taking on a more formal tone. She quickly turned away from him snatching a clipboard from a nearby table.
"Janet… are you okay?" Daniel asked concerned. Was she blushing?
"Yes. I'm fine," she responded sharply. "I've got a lot of work to do, so if there isn't anything…" Dr. Frasier added, turning her back on Daniel.
"No-no…" he began, trying to call her back to him. "Er… I mean… yes. It's my eyeglasses. I don't need them anymore." Daniel held out his glasses for her to see.
"You mean you need a new eyeglass prescription?" she said taking them from him.
"No. I mean, I don't need glasses at all," Daniel answered shaking his head. "I woke up this morning and… that's it. Everything is blurry when I put on the glasses. I don't suppose you've seen this kind of thing before," Daniel added, feeling foolish.
"Well, no. It is normal for vision to change as one ages, but it is unheard of for someone's vision, especially someone of your age, to…" she stopped in mid-sentence. "Why don't we just have a look and see," she said moving closer to examine Daniel's vision. Too close.
"Hey, Jack," Daniel said, seating himself in a chair across from General O'Neill's desk.
"Hey, Daniel," Jack replied, glancing up from some papers he had been working on.
"You told me to report to you after I checked in with Dr. Frasier."
"And?" Jack said leaning forward expectantly.
"She did a most thorough exam. I mean not just the typical eye exam, but she ran a full-blown physical. And we're not talking just checking blood pressure, heart-rate, ears, eyes and throat, but she ran blood lipid profiles, an EKG, MRI, stress test, hair follicle test, breathalyzer test…"
"Yeah-yeah-yeah… I get it. She's very thorough, that's what we pay her for. Can we cut to the chase here?" Jack answered impatiently.
"She didn't find anything wrong. I'm perfectly normal."
"Then that's a good thing. Right?" Jack asked.
"Jack. Something's weird with Dr. Frasier. I mean she ran tests on me that… well… frankly, were completely unwarranted."
"Daniel, I understand that you don't like these examinations, and honestly, I, myself, am… let's say 'less than enthusiastic' about them as well; but, if Dr. Frasier ran them, then they must serve a purpose. You can't be too careful," Jack said sternly.
"No, 'buts', Dr. Jackson. Jack shook his finger at Daniel.
Daniel sighed. He knew, whenever Jack referred to him by his title, there was no arguing. Jack had an uncanny habit of pulling rank when he didn't want to discuss something that he didn't agree with.
"Anything else?" Jack asked, folding his hands together, another sign that Jack was ready to move on to another topic.
"No, sir." There was no point in addressing Janet's 'peculiar' behavior in the infirmary; Jack would probably say he was imagining things anyway.
"Fine. Say, Daniel, anything new on those 'artifacts' you retrieved from Neona?"
"Not yet. I was hoping to get to it now. We're scheduled to make a return trip to Neona this afternoon."
"Good." Jack returned his attention to the papers on his desk. "Wish I were going," he mumbled to himself.
Daniel smiled to himself as he exited the General's office.
Daniel jumped up from his seat at his desk in his room. "I don't believe it!" he shouted. "This is amazing!" He shook his head in disbelief. "This makes perfect sense and yet we missed it completely."
Unable to contain his excitement, he ran out of the room to Colonel Carter's lab.
As he drew closer to the lab, he heard two female voices. Sounds like Sam has company, he thought.
"Sam, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was like seeing him for the first time. I don't know… I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on the Captain of the football team. Am I crazy? I'm too old for this sort of thing."
Daniel immediately recognized Dr. Frasier's voice.
"You're talking about Daniel. Our Daniel. You have the hots for Daniel," Sam said firmly.
"Sam, please don't put it that way."
"Sorry. I guess I just never thought of him that way," Sam explained. "I…don't know what to tell you. Does he know you feel this way?"
"I don't think so…. and he'd better not find out from you either!" Janet warned. "Please don't say anything to anyone."
"No problem," Sam agreed.
"Thanks Sam. I appreciate it."
Janet has the hots for me? Daniel wondered as he stepped away from the lab and ducked down another corridor to avoid being seen by Dr. Frasier and Sam.
Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by Teal'c.
"Do you require assistance?" Teal'c asked, looking puzzled.
"Uh, no, Teal'c but thanks for asking," Daniel replied, distracted.
"You are most welcome, Daniel Jackson."
"Say Teal'c, do I look any different to you?" Daniel asked curiously.
"I do not understand."
"Do you notice anything different about me today?" Daniel repeated.
"I do not," Teal'c replied flatly.
"No, of course not," Daniel agreed. "You wouldn't."
Raising an eyebrow, Teal'c looked at him questioningly. "If you do not feel well perhaps you should pay a visit to Dr. Frasier," he suggested.
"Uh….no thanks. I already have."
Teal'c bowed slightly.
"Say Teal'c have you ever heard anything of the great world-wide flood on Earth?" Daniel asked.
"I have not," Teal'c answered.
"No. I don't suppose you would have…It's written in the Bible," Daniel replied. "The Bible is a historical text considered sacred by many of the Tau'ri. It's foundational doctrine is based on the belief that there is only one true Almighty God," he explained.
"This God," Daniel continued, "is the same one who created the heavens, the Earth, animals, land, water, and man. His desire was to fellowship with man; but, due to man's choice to succumb to forbidden temptations, man broke fellowship with his God. As time went on, man's bad behavior continued to spread and grow worse. The Earth filled with violence and evil. Eventually, there was no one who trusted in God. That is, no one except a fellow named Noah. God decided to rid the world of the disobedient people by sending a worldwide flood. He spoke to Noah and warned him of the impending flood. He instructed him to build a large boat and bring aboard his family, different animals of the land, and the necessary provisions to sustain them. Though Noah warned people of the flood, no one had believed him. The others laughed at him and, in the end, only Noah, his wife, his three sons, and their wives boarded the ark. The eight survivors were the only ones saved from the flooding waters. It is believed that everyone on Earth today is a descendant of Noah."
"Interesting," Teal'c answered.
"Teal'c, I just finished translating the tablets we brought back from Neona. They explain the history of the Neonans," Daniel said excitedly. "The Neonans are descendants of the pre-flood civilizations on Earth that date back to the time of Noah! They were far more advanced than we could ever imagine! In fact, technology that we attributed to aliens actually comes from the ancestry of the Neonans, the very same ancestors of Noah … our ancestors, not the Goa'uld or some other sophisticated technically-advanced aliens from another planet. Do you realize what this means?"
"Did we not already suspect that the Neonan's ancestors came from Earth?" Teal'c questioned.
"Yes, but, what's truly amazing is that the technology of their time was much more advanced than anyone ever suspected," Daniel explained. "Since pretty much all of the technology had been buried or destroyed by the flood, Noah didn't have access to that technology he was already familiar with; so, his family being forced to begin their society on a more primal level left no traces of this advanced technology. The technology that should have been credited to Noah's ancestors and the pre-flood civilizations of the Earth, were mistakenly assumed to originate from the technically advanced aliens from another planet."
"How do you know their advanced technology was not given to them by the Goa'uld?" Teal'c replied.
"Because the Neonan tablets describe the construction of the Stargate. The Stargate was constructed by the Noah's contemporaries," Daniel continued.
"Daniel, we know that the Ancients built the Stargate. Are you now saying it was the Neonans?" Teal'c asked.
"Teal'c, I'm saying that the Neonans who built the Stargate were the Ancients. I'm not sure of the specifics, but that much I know," Daniel replied.
"You're suggesting that the Neonans built the Stargate and left the Earth through it; that they, in fact, were not taken forcibly to other planets by Ra, as were many other Tau'ri," Teal'c replied.
"Not only that, I'm suggesting that perhaps the Stargate was built before the flood on the Earth, by the Neonans, as a means of escaping the flood," Daniel answered.
"If what you say is true, then the Neonans did not die in the flood as their God intended and the Bible story is not accurate. Why would their God permit them to escape to another planet if his intent was to destroy them?" Teal'c asked.
"I don't know," Daniel admitted thoughtfully. "It does appear to be a contradiction. The Bible says that everyone but Noah and his family perished in the flood. There is nothing mentioned in the Bible about the Stargate or anyone escaping the deluge. Perhaps, I can find the answers to those questions back on Neona. I need to get back to the cave and collect more of their tablets to translate."
"You mean to say that you are questioning the truthfulness of the Bible?" Sam interjected.
Startled by the interruption, Daniel turned suddenly and found himself face to face with Colonel Samantha Carter.
"Oh, hi Sam, I didn't know you were there…" Daniel said quietly.
"Good afternoon, Colonel Carter," Teal'c said evenly.
The expression on Sam's face softened as Daniel turned to face her. She blushed and nervously looked down at her feet.
"Sam?" Daniel asked, noticing the obvious change in her deportment.
"Um, I was just wondering why an archeologist would so quickly discount our own historical resources…" Sam said quietly, slowly raising her gaze to Daniel's face.
Is she blushing? Daniel wondered. Daniel shot a glance over to Teal'c to see if he noticed the obvious change in Sam. Teal'c stoic expression revealed nothing. No news there, Daniel thought.
"I don't discount the Bible or other historical resources, Sam. It's just that I'm already familiar with them. I need to get a more complete picture of what the Neonan's historical tablets have to say…" Daniel took a step away from Sam.
Are you okay?" Daniel asked hesitantly. He couldn't help but notice that the pupils in Sam's eyes were fully dilated.
Sam smiled coyly, "Of course."
"Would you like to see the tablets?" Daniel asked, uncertainly.
"Uh, that would be very interesting, but I'm in the middle of running some diagnostics for Janet. Maybe later?" Sam replied shyly, squeezing his hand.
"Sure. Whatever you say," Daniel answered uneasily. "What about you, Teal'c?" he asked, turning his attention away from Sam.
"I am afraid that would not be possible at this time. I must be on my way to a meeting with General O'Neill."
"That's okay," Daniel replied, feeling like he was starring in an episode of the 'Twilight Zone'.
Crawling around in the dark caves of Neona was a great relief to Daniel. He was never more at home than when he was surrounded by ancient hieroglyphics and historical artifacts; and these caves were an archeologist's dream come true. Daniel was especially glad to get off world with an all-man SG team. He didn't want to get paranoid, but all the women around him were beginning to act very strangely and he knew he couldn't concentrate if he had to contend with the distractions of an amorous female.
This was one of the few missions that Daniel was assigned to accompany one of the other SG teams. He had been selected to go with SG-18 to Neona because the Recon. Team had discovered a plethora of artifacts in the caves. The people of this world were very hospitable and eager to share; thus, Jack had suspected they might make good allies and an allegiance with them would be profitable for them both.
Daniel lost all sense of time scrounging around the artifacts in the cave. There seemed to be no order to these artifacts, and trying to select which ones to study first was based on not much more than a best guess or hunch. He decided to concentrate on the deepest area of the cave for no other reason than supposing the most valuable and best-preserved artifacts would be closest to the interior of the cave. A clay jar shaped in the form of a woman caught his attention. There was something familiar about it. Was it perhaps fashioned after a goddess or prominent princess? he wondered. He carefully placed it into his sack, along with two smaller, but elaborately decorated tablets.
"We've got to head back now, Dr. Jackson," ordered Major Williams, the leader of this SG team.
"Coming…" he shot back, quickly scanning the area for one more thing to take.
"We've got to go NOW…" demanded Williams.
"Okay- okay!" Daniel shot back, grabbing a small jade-colored stone that was no bigger than the size of the palm of his hand. He didn't expect the stone to amount to much, but it gave him the satisfaction of having another precious piece to study.
A quick step through the Stargate and he was back 'home'.
Ordinarily, the brief routine physical exam with Dr. Frasier was something he gave no thought to, but now Daniel found himself trying to postpone the procedure.
"Hey, Jack, want to see the artifacts I picked up on Neona?" Daniel called as he came down the ramp.
"Not particularly. Do you have anything special to report?" Jack asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Um… there is this one piece of pottery that is truly…" Daniel began.
"I take it that's a 'no'?" Jack interrupted.
Daniel shrugged, "I won't know anything until I decipher more inscriptions… But, I would like to talk to you about what I've found so far."
"We can discuss that at the debriefing."
"Sure." Daniel nodded. There was no putting off that exam, so he headed straight for the infirmary, intent on getting it over with.
"Hi, Daniel," Dr. Frasier said to Daniel as he entered the room.
"Hi, Janet. Back for the usual check-up," he replied cheerfully.
"You know, Daniel, I was looking over the test results from earlier this morning," she said nonchalantly.
"Oh?" Daniel asked, innocently. "Did you find something wrong?"
"Well… the only thing wrong was that everything was perfect. I want to rerun all the tests," she said smiling at him suggestively.
Picking up on the flirtatious tone in her voice, Daniel coughed nervously. "I-I'm sorry? You want to rerun ALL the tests? Is that really necessary?" Daniel couldn't believe his ears.
"Why, yes, Daniel. You don't have a problem with that do you?" she asked, sticking a tongue depressor in his mouth just as he opened it to object. "I thought not," she added, leaning a bit too close for Daniel's comfort.
"Janet, I just finished running those diagnostics you asked for and it looks like- Daniel?" Sam said stopping short in her tracks.
For lack of ability to talk with his tongue still forced down with Janet's wooden tongue depressor, Daniel attempted to acknowledge Sam's greeting by smiling and shrugging his shoulders.
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked Janet worriedly.
"That's what I'm trying to determine. Daniel has just returned from an off world mission," Janet answered, removing the tongue depressor from Daniel's mouth and shoving a thermometer in its place before Daniel could respond.
"Daniel, I hope nothing is wrong," Sam cooed, as she felt his forehead for signs of a fever. "He looks great to me," she added smiling sweetly a little too close to Daniel's face.
"I can handle this Sam," warned Janet tensely. "Please. Just leave the file on my desk on your way out," she added, taking Daniel's pulse.
"I was hoping to see those artifacts you mentioned earlier. Shall I just wait here for you while you finish up?" Sam asked Daniel, ignoring Janet's glaring eyes.
"98.6 another perfect score, Daniel," Janet announced tossing the disposable thermometer into the trashcan.
"Um, Sam… I think this may take a while," Daniel answered cautiously.
"Please remove your clothes," Janet ordered matter-of-factly.
"What!" Daniel and Sam said simultaneously.
"It's okay, I AM a doctor," Janet commented confidently. "I need to check your skin for signs of bites, scratches, and suspicious pigment colorations."
Panicky Daniel looked from Janet to Sam.
"Janet, I hardly think…" coming to Daniel's defense, Sam walked over to Daniel and put her arm protectively around his shoulders.
"Sam. Please leave. You are interfering with my examination," Janet announced, peeling Sam's arm from Daniel's shoulder.
"Perhaps I can meet you in my quarters," Daniel suggested, nervously.
"Didn't you just have a complete examination this morning?" Sam asked Daniel.
"Well…" Daniel began.
"This is a mandatory examination that is conducted for EVERYONE returning from all off world missions. You of all people should be aware of that, Colonel Carter!" Janet hissed.
"It's okay, Sam. Really," Daniel insisted.
"Fine. I'll see you when you're through here," Sam said, glaring angrily at Janet. She leaned close and whispered something incoherent to him, her breath tickling his ear sending shivers down his spine. He swore he felt her lips brush against his ear, but he could have been mistaken.
As Sam left, Daniel sighed in relief.
"Okay, Dr. Jackson, strip down to your skivvies," Dr. Frasier commanded.
Daniel's jaw dropped. "You're serious?" he asked in shock.
"Absolutely," she replied smiling mischievously.