Hotwired

Description: (Angst, PG-13) This is the long awaited sequel to 'Crosswired'...if you consider 12 hours a 'long' wait. Daniel's back with the team, but a new threat has arisen that may force old enemies to become new friends.

Chapter One

Sam looked around her lab and sighed heavily. Sooner or later she was going to have to pick up the broken pieces of her spectral analysis equipment that Jack had thrown to the floor. She knew it was silly, but the loss of the sophisticated machine felt like losing a beloved pet.

Kneeling down carefully she started to sort through the tangle of metal and glass. There was one part that seemed to have survived the fall, more or less. She had just picked it up when there was a light knock at her door.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly and Daniel cautiously stepped inside. As much as Sam hated to admit it he looked like he'd just escaped from an Insane Asylum. His hair had grown long enough to actually look messy, rather than just 'stylishly spiked'. His every motion was awkward, as though he didn't quite have control over them. The bare feet and oversized white scrubs he wore just added to the picture.

"Hey, Sam."

"Hey." Sam greeted with a warm smile.

"What...um...what happened in here?" He asked looking at the mess.

"Oh, just a bit of an accident."

"Let me guess: Jack." Daniel chuckled.

Sam nodded ruefully. She stood up and placed the intact piece on the counter gently. Having rescued the piece she turned her attention on Daniel. It was odd to see him roaming around the base in the scrubs. The back of his hand had a small trickle of blood on it where he'd freed himself from the IV.

"Don't you have two more days of mandatory bed rest?" Sam asked with a raised eye brow.

"Yeah, well, please don't tell the Warden I'm up and about."

Sam smiled. She was pleased to see his sense of humour was intact. However he didn't look ready to be walking around. Even after only standing in her lab for a few minutes he'd reached out and put his hand on the counter to support himself.

Seeing the look he was receiving Daniel scanned the room. He'd been without his glasses for so long he was starting to get used to his slightly out of focus world.

"Ah, there it is." Daniel walked over to the draft table and retrieved his blue journal. "Something told me you had it."

"Oh," Sam flushed "I...um...I didn't read it."

"It's okay, there are no great secrets in here." Daniel smiled sadly and opened the book. "Most of it doesn't even mean anything, just rambling. It helps me think to write things down."

Daniel looked down a the deep blue journal. Although he was staring at the page he didn't seem to be reading it. When he didn't move Sam cleared her throat, but he didn't react.

"Daniel?" Sam asked concerned. "Are you alright?"

"No." Daniel admitted.

"Come on," Sam came up and placed her hand between his shoulder blades "I'll help you back to the infirmary."

Daniel peacefully allowed her to lead him a few feet. However he stopped suddenly. He tore his tired sapphire eyes away from his book and look to Sam. She suddenly found herself fighting the acid sting of tears. Daniel looked so lost.

"Am I doing the right thing, Sam?" Daniel asked quietly.

"The right thing?"

"To have sent Gabriel and Rea'beka away?"

"Daniel, no one expects you to willing allow yourself to be host to an unknown Goa'uld." Sam said seriously. "We don't even know if his story is true yet."

"What if it is? What if the Plague really is spreading?"

"Then we'll think of something. There has to be another way."

Daniel forced a smile, but seemed unconvinced. He glanced down at the book in his hands and closed it. He looked around the lab as though trying to figure out what to do next. He caught sight of the large lettering still up on white board.

"51, Nem?" Daniel read out loud. "What does that mean?"

"Rea'beka left us that note. It guided us to Nem who helped 'uncross your wires' for lack of a better term."

"And 51?"

"Area 51." Sam replied automatically.

"What about it?"

"Daniel, don't you remember? That's where you were being held, Rea'beka made a deal with them."

Daniel pulled away from Sam and stared at her in silent horror. The journal slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

"General O'Neill didn't tell you?" Sam asked shocked.

"What?" Daniel asked in a frightening calm tone. "That I was kidnapped and sold to torture by my own government...by the very agency that I work for, the country that I've risked, and even lost, my life for?"

Sam said nothing, she just nodded slightly.

"No," Daniel growled darkly "it must have slipped his mind."