Stargate Horizons

CHAPTER SIX

Danny had another nightmare that night, but Daniel was able to calm him far more quickly, and he didn't cling to the archeologist after it was over, though Daniel could tell that the boy wanted him close.  He sat on the bed until Danny had gone back to sleep.

As with the previous morning, SG-1 and Danny had breakfast together.  Afterwards, Sam and Teal'c went off to work.  Jack claimed that he didn't have any work that needed doing right now and asked Danny if he'd like to play some games.  The boy agreed, so they stopped by Jack's office, where he picked up a bag he'd brought to work.  In Daniel and Danny's quarters, he dumped the bag out on the bed to reveal a variety of card games and other toys.

Throughout the rest of the morning, Jack and Danny played while Daniel divided his attention between them and his work.  Watching the two of them play Go Fish was especially amusing.  Since Danny didn't talk and, therefore, couldn't say, "Go fish," every time he didn't have a card Jack asked for, the colonel decided that they should both use hand signals instead.  The signal chosen was to wiggle a hand back and forth, simulating a swimming fish.  This hand signal gradually became progressively more elaborate until, at last, with every "Go fish," the two of them were executing a complex – and totally ridiculous – series of hand and body movements that had Danny giggling repeatedly.

Watching the two of them together, Daniel could clearly see how good a father Jack must have been with Charlie.  That made him think about the way he'd reacted when Jack offered to be Danny's guardian.  He owed the man an apology.

A while after Jack left to go take care of some work that couldn't wait any longer, Daniel noticed a change in Danny's mood.  The boy looked upset about something.

"What's wrong, Danny?"  When the boy didn't give a response, Daniel sat beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder.  "Can't you tell me?"

Danny got up and walked over to where the sketch pad was.  He first drew a picture of himself with a smile on his face.  Then he crossed it out and drew himself crying.

Daniel frowned at the pictures.  "I don't understand.  What are you saying?"

Danny crossed out the smiling image again, more forcefully.  Then he wrote, "Shouldn't laugh."

Realizing what Danny was saying, Daniel led him back to the bed and sat down with him.

"There is nothing wrong with you laughing or being happy sometimes, Danny.  When people lose somebody they love, they can still find things to be happy about and that will make them laugh.  Do you think that, because you were laughing, your parents would think that you didn't love them?"

His head bowed, the boy nodded.

"Well, that is so not true.  If they were watching us, they would be so happy to see you laughing.  They would want you to be as happy as you could possibly be, not be sad all the time.  They'd want you to laugh and play.  Remember that, Danny.  Every time you laugh and play, it would make them very happy."


Danny and all of SG-1 were having lunch together when the team was requested to attend a one o'clock briefing about the issue on Cedarna.

Back in their quarters a while later, Daniel asked the boy if he would be okay staying there by himself.  Though he tried to hide it, the archeologist and his teammates could see that the little boy was afraid about being alone.

"I do not believe that it is necessary for me to be at the briefing," Teal'c stated.  "If he wishes, young Daniel Jackson may stay with me in my quarters."

Daniel gave the Jaffa a nod of gratitude, then looked down at Danny.  "Would that be all right with you?"

Danny appeared to think about it for a little while, then he nodded.

When the three human members of SG-1 got to the briefing, they explained to Hammond about Teal'c watching over Danny.

"That'll be fine," the general responded.  "Doctor Fraiser, tell us what information you have."

"Well, we've been working on a neutralizer for the spermicide, but we've had only minimal success so far," Janet informed them.  "We have determined one thing.  This chemical is a naturally occurring one and has most likely been in the water for thousands of years, if not from the beginning."

"That makes no sense," Daniel said.  "There must have been a time when the Cedarnans had no trouble reproducing.  From what I learned, they've been on that planet for somewhere around eight hundred years.  The group that came there was small, just a few hundred, but their population grew rapidly.  If the chemical had been in the water all that time, their population would not have grown like that.  In fact, they'd have died out centuries ago."

"Maybe the amount of the chemical dramatically increased for some reason," Sam suggested.

"That's possible," Janet agreed.

"Or something else changed," Daniel murmured.  "I'm just remembering something from their history.  The Cedarnans are vegetarians and grow most of their own food.  The only meat they eat is fish.  But it wasn't always that way.  At one time, they also hunted, raised animals for meat, and gathered wild grains, fruits and other edible planets.  As time passed, they relied less on the wild grown food and more on their crops.  And then, a few hundred years ago, there was a change in their entire culture.  They chose to stop eating all forms of meat, except fish."

"What would that have to do with the chemical?" Sam asked.

"We know that the wild animals on the planet have a healthy population and that the Cedarnans' livestock are also able to breed without trouble.  Their livestock's primary source of food is the wild grasses and plants.  The wild herbivores would also eat the wild plants, and the carnivores would eat the herbivores."

Realization dawned on Janet's face.  "I think I know what you're saying.  If there was something in the wild plants that neutralizes the spermicide, any animal that ate them would become immune to the effects.  That neutralizer would most likely show up in the animal's blood and tissue. . . ."

"Which would be eaten by the carnivores and get into their system," Sam finished.

"So, you're saying that becoming vegetarians was a bad choice for their health?" Jack asked.  "I find that kind of ironic."

"If they also hadn't greatly reduced the amount of wild grown food that they ate, they might have been okay," Daniel said.  "At the very least, the drop in the birthrate wouldn't have been nearly as bad."

"I'd say that the neutralizer is in the soil," Janet determined.  "We'd probably also find some of it in the crops they grow."

"But, because they irrigate with water from the river, whatever neutralizer they got by eating the crops was only partially effective since the crops also have the spermicide in them."

"And the fish are probably chock full of the stuff," Jack said.  "Hey, wouldn't that mean that there wouldn't be any baby fish?"

"The spermicide may have no effect on the fish," Sam replied.  "If this is a naturally occurring situation for this planet, the fish would have needed to develop a resistance to it."

"We'll have to do some more tests on that soil sample you brought back," Janet said.  "I hope you're right about this, Daniel."

After the briefing ended, Daniel, Sam and Jack went to Teal'c's quarters.  When they got there, they were surprised to see the Jaffa and Danny sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by candles, apparently performing Kel'no'reem.  The man and boy opened their eyes and looked up at them as they came in the room.

"Uh . . . isn't Danny a little young for that?" Jack asked.  "Not to mention that he doesn't have a . . . you know."

"In order to prepare them, the children of my people are taught how to reach a meditative state well before the Prim'ta is performed, O'Neill."

Danny looked at the Jaffa curiously.

"I think he wants to know what a Prim'ta is, Teal'c," Daniel guessed, wondering how the Jaffa was going to answer.

"The Primta is a special ceremony performed by the priests of my people.  Every child goes through it at a certain time in their lives."

The explanation satisfied Danny, who looked back up at the others.

"So, how did you do?" Jack asked the boy.  "I tried it once."  He made a face.  "Didn't much care for it."  Of course, part of the reason for that was that he was in Teal'c's body at the time and had to "commune" with "Junior" out of necessity.

"Young Daniel Jackson did quite well for his first time," Teal'c replied, "equally as well as many of the children of my people."  He looked directly at Daniel.  "The fact that he does not speak was a great advantage."

Smiling slightly, Daniel dipped his head, gaze momentarily falling to the carpet.  The first time that he tried to meditate, Teal'c had to politely tell him to shut up.

"Well, if you two are done meditating, I'd say it's dessert time," Jack stated.

Danny liked that idea and quickly got up off the floor.  He took hold of Daniel's hand and then Sam's, and they all went to the commissary.  This time, they all had chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on the side.

"If I keep eating dessert like this every day, I'm going to get fat," Sam complained as she took another bite.

"Hey, you can always just say no, Carter," Jack responded.

"And let you guys eat all the yummy stuff?  Not a chance."

After dessert, they all went back to Daniel and Danny's quarters, where Sam taught the boy how to play the alien space wars game on the laptop.

As the child played, the adults talked.

"If we can help the Cedarnans, who's going to go back there?" Sam asked, figuring it was safe to talk about this as long as they were careful about what they said.

"I'm tempted to let another team handle it," Jack replied.

"I want to go," Daniel announced, surprising the others.

"Are you sure, Daniel?" Sam asked.  "Considering what they did, I'd think that you wouldn't want to go back there."

"Like I said before, Sam, I understand why they did it."  Daniel looked at his clone.  "I'm willing to put it aside.  Even if Janet does come up with something to neutralize the chemical, it'll take a while for the damage to be undone.  We need to do something else in the meantime to keep their numbers from dropping further.  I have an idea, but, for it to work, the Cedarnans will need to change their viewpoint about some things.  I want to be the one to talk to them about it."

"What's your idea?" Jack asked.

"Um . . ." Daniel glanced at Danny, "we'll talk about it later."

"Ah.  Right."

That night, after Danny had gone to sleep, the teammates talked about Daniel's idea.  They agreed that it might work if they could get permission and if the Cedarnans would be willing to do it.

As his teammates were leaving, Daniel asked Jack to stay for a while.

"I wanted to apologize about what I said that first day, when you offered to take Danny," he said after the others were gone.

"There's no need for that, Daniel.  I understood.  And you were right.  Danny's better off with you than he could be with anyone else.  You can get inside his head way better than any of us can, not to mention the fact that you know exactly what that little brain of his is capable of doing and learning."

"That may be, but I keep having to remind myself that he really isn't exactly like me, not anymore.  From the moment he woke up in the infirmary, his life has been different from what mine was after Mom and Dad died.  His behavior is different.  He's letting himself trust and be comfortable with people he doesn't know well.  He's learning to . . . to let himself love, though I know that he's still a little afraid to.  The more time that passes, the bigger the differences between us will be."

"How did you learn how to trust again?" Jack asked after a quiet moment.

"I was always willing to trust people for who they were.  What I wasn't willing to trust is that they'd stay in my life.  I always assumed that, sooner or later, either they'd leave or I would have to, like it was with everyone else."

"And now?"

Daniel didn't reply.  He couldn't tell Jack that, deep down inside, he still had the fear that, eventually, the people he cared about would all go away.  He had lost Sha're.  He'd lost Skaara, and Kasuf, and everyone else on Abydos.  He had very likely lost Nick, though he never really had his grandfather in the first place.  Robert was gone, Doctor Jordan, too, and Sarah was now a Goa'uld, and they'd probably never get her back.  He had lost friends that he made here at the SGC.

Daniel's silence told Jack the answer to his question.  He laid a hand on his friend's shoulder.  "Hey.  Not everyone you care about is going to leave you, Daniel."  He nodded his head at Danny.  "And, now, you've got someone new in your life, somebody who's going to be around for a very long time to come."  He smiled slightly.  "I can't wait to see what it'll be like when he's all grown up, and we've got two adult Daniel Jacksons running around here, speaking a million languages, giving us all headaches by spouting off textbooks full of information on every known civilization in the galaxy, and being a general pain in the ass to their commanding officers."

Daniel smiled very slightly at the comment.  "Even if I'm still here by then, there's no guarantee that Danny will join the program . . . that is if there's even still a program to join."

"Are you kidding?  If this place is still here, there's no way that Danny wouldn't want to be a part of it and go exploring the galaxy for new civilizations and exciting, dusty old ruins."

"You're probably right about that," the archeologist admitted.

"Of course I'm right."  He gave Daniel's shoulder a pat.  "So, no more of this talk about losing people.  Got it?"

Daniel gave him a smile.  "Got it."

"Good.  By the way, has there been any more telepathy stuff going on?"

The archeologist studied him.  "I thought you didn't believe me about that."

"I didn't say that I didn't believe you.  I'm just . . . reserving my right to be skeptical until there's more proof."

"Ah.  Well, the answer is no, not that I know of.  I know that I haven't sensed anything from Danny, and he hasn't given any indication of having picked something up from me.  But I can't really be sure that there hasn't been anything."

"Then let's just keep hoping that it was a fluke or a coincidence or something."

"Yeah."


Danny ended up spending the next morning with Sam.  As Daniel had predicted, though he was on leave, his presence on base was an open invitation for people to ask for his help.  Some artifacts had been brought in yesterday that the linguistics staff was having trouble translating, and they were hoping that Daniel could help.  Sam didn't have any projects that needed doing at the moment, so she offered to babysit.  She and the boy spent part of the morning on some math and geometry lessons.  The major found that Danny was quick to learn and did have an interest in the two subjects, which made her wonder what Daniel's viewpoint had been about them at that age.  He had once said that math never captured his attention in school.

After the lesson, Sam played some games with Danny on the computer, managing to get him to laugh a couple of times.

Daniel came back to the room a little after one.

"How are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Good."  Sam grinned.  "We worked on some fun math and geometry."

"Ooh, goodie," Daniel responded.

"How are things going on the translation?"

The linguist sighed.  "Slowly.  I'm afraid that we're going to be at it for another few hours.  Are you going to be able to stay with Danny?"

"I don't know if I can stay that long.  I was actually supposed to help on a project later this afternoon.  I guess I can call them and say I can't come."

"I'll call Jack.  Maybe he can take over."

Jack jumped at the chance to watch Danny, so quickly, in fact, that Daniel suspected he'd just given the colonel a reprieve from having to do some of the paperwork the man so detested.

Jack showed up a short while later with a chess set.  Daniel looked at it with raised eyebrows.

"Hey, I figured this might be an opportunity for me to actually beat somebody whose name is Daniel Jackson.  Of course, I'll have to teach him how to play before I can beat him."

"Actually, he already knows how to play.  Da. . . .  Melburn taught him."

"That's good.  Then we can start playing a real game right away."

Smiling slightly, Daniel left to go back to work, Sam leaving as well.

When the archeologist returned a few hours later, he found Jack frowning over the chessboard, Danny watching him.

The colonel looked up at Daniel.  "You knew, didn't you."

"Knew what, Jack?" Daniel asked innocently.

"That he's actually Bobby Fischer in disguise."

Daniel smiled at the reference, knowing that Jack was referring to the former world chess champion who earned the title of International Grandmaster at the age of fourteen.

"I think you're exaggerating a bit, Jack.  Danny didn't start beating his dad until he was seven, and, even then, it was only some of the time."

Jack's eyes narrowed.  "Exactly how old was he when he started learning?"

"Five."

"Five?!  Why didn't you tell me?"

"And spoil your dreams of an easy victory?"  Daniel walked over to the board.  "So, what have we got here?"

"Hey!  Don't you help him!" Jack commanded.  "I'm having a hard enough time beating him."

Daniel's eyes scanned the board.  "He seems to be doing just fine on his own, Jack."

The colonel's gaze immediately dropped back to the board.  He grumbled for a few seconds, then tipped his king over.

"I give up.  I guess I'm destined never to win against a Jackson."

Danny was staring at the colonel in surprise, then he looked up at Daniel, who was smiling down at him smugly.  Jack noticed the smile.

"What?  What aren't you telling me?"

"Oh, nothing, Jack, except that I only said Danny was doing fine on his own, not that he was going to win."

Jack stared back down at the board.  "Are you saying I'd have won if I kept playing?"

"That all depends on whether or not you'd seen what I see.  I think Danny sees it."  He looked at the boy.  "Right?"

Danny nodded.

Jack growled.  "And are you going to share it with me?"

"Shall we?" Daniel asked Danny, who nodded again.  "Move over," the archeologist told Jack.  He took the man's place on the bed and set the king upright.  "My move, right?"

Jack watched as the two Daniel Jacksons played against each other.  Five moves later, Daniel checkmated Danny.

"I could have beaten him," Jack muttered.  "I want a rematch!"

"I'm sure you'll get your chance, Jack."


The next morning, Jack decided that it was a perfect day for a picnic, so, for lunch, everyone went to the mountaintop.  Danny liked being out in the sunshine and apparently thought it was cool to be so high up.

"Well, I guess you're not like Daniel in that way," Jack remarked, sipping his soda.  "He's got a problem with heights."

"Not anymore, Jack," Daniel corrected.  "I pretty much got over that quite a while back, had to in our line of work.  I'd never have been able to jump out of that plane over Russia that easily if I hadn't.  Just the thought of parachuting out of a plane when I'd never done it before was bad enough.  And my problem with heights didn't start until I was twelve years old and got stuck on the side of a cliff."

"The side of a cliff?" Sam inquired.  "How did that happen?"

"My foster father at the time decided to take me hiking up in the mountains.  I wasn't crazy about the idea, but he insisted.  Well, it had rained a couple of days earlier, and the ground was soft.  We were going up a steep part when the ground slipped beneath my feet, and I fell.  I rolled about twenty feet and fell off the edge.  It wasn't a long drop, around a dozen feet or so, and some bushes broke my fall.  I'd landed on a ledge that was six or seven feet wide and a few yards long.  There was about a two-hundred-foot drop beyond.  If I'd fallen after we'd gotten several yards further up the trail, I'd probably have been killed since there wouldn't have been a ledge to catch me."

"And here I thought that your brushes with death didn't start until after you began working for us," Jack remarked, shaking his head.

Daniel looked at Danny, who was staring at him, wide-eyed.  He smiled at the boy and continued.  "The side of the cliff was too steep and unstable to climb, so I couldn't get up, and Frank, my foster dad, discovered that he forgot to pack some rope."

"Oh no," Sam said.

"Idiot," Jack muttered.

"How were you rescued from the cliff, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked.

"Frank had to leave me and go back down the mountain to get help.  I was left alone on that cliff for over five hours.  I kept imagining that the ground was going to crumble beneath me, and I'd fall.  By the time I was rescued, I didn't want anything more to do with mountain climbing.  But I had to climb a few anyway on some of the digs I went on."

"Well, I can definitely understand the thing about heights now," Jack said.  "That would scare just about any kid."

Danny nodded his head emphatically, clearly agreeing with the statement.

After finishing their lunch, Jack got the duffle bag that he'd brought along and, to everyone's surprise, pulled out five Super Soaker water guns.

"Ever have a water gun fight, Danny?" Jack asked.  The boy shook his head, staring at the guns with big eyes.  Jack began priming the gun he held.  "Then let me give you some pointers.  A well thought out strategy is definitely important.  You must be fearless, be willing to risk everything to defeat the enemy.  But, above everything else, the most important thing of all . . ."  Jack spun around and blasted Daniel full in the chest, saturating his shirt, "is to get the enemy as wet as you possibly can."

Daniel looked down at himself, then lifted his gaze to stare at the colonel cooly.  "Good advice, Jack."  He whipped up his own weapon and hit the older man with a blast of water.

"Take no prisoners!" Jack cried, and the fight was on.  At first, Danny stayed with Daniel as the two of them dodged in and out of trees and bushes, shooting anyone they saw.  But then, at one point, with a big laugh, the little boy shot Daniel in the back.  The archeologist spun around.

"Traitor!" he cried with a grin and sprayed Danny.

After that, it was everyone for themselves.  The woods were filled with the sound of laughter and squeals of surprise when someone unexpectedly got hit with a blast.  There were even a few deep Jaffa laughs now and then.  The sweetest laughter of all, however, were the childish ones of delight from Danny.  The others didn't take it easy on him, shooting him with the same zeal as they did their teammates.

The water fight didn't end until everyone's weapons were empty . . . and everybody was dripping wet.

Daniel wiped water drops off his glasses with a tiny part of his BDU shirt that wasn't soaked.  He looked down at his drenched clothes.  "Judging by the massive wounds, I think I'm dead again," he observed.

The other adults all looked at each other.

"Actually, I think we all are," Sam remarked, ringing some water out of her T-shirt.

"These wounds would assuredly be fatal if it had been live ammunition," Teal'c agreed, seemingly not the least bit bothered by the water that was dripping off his shirt to plop on the ground.

Jack ran a hand through his wet hair.  "And you know what's sad?  Here we are, highly trained warriors, and guess who's the least wet?"

The four adults turned as one to Danny, who grinned back at them.

"Well, he's smaller," Sam said, pouting a little, "harder to hit."

"And the little devil's quick on his feet, too," Jack added.

"Young Daniel Jackson was, indeed, quite difficult to shoot," Teal'c agreed.

"I want him on my team next time."

"Well, he was on my team, but he betrayed me and shot me in the back," Daniel told Jack, smiling at Danny.

"Ah.  Sneaky, too, huh."

A few minutes later, as they got off the elevator, trailing water behind them, they ran into General Hammond.

"Oops," Jack murmured.  Then he put on a smile.  "Afternoon, General."

Hammond looked at each of them one by one, eyebrows lifted slightly.  "Today's forecast didn't call for rain," he remarked mildly.  "Apparently, it was wrong."

"Yes, sir.  Cats and dogs out there.  Lucky we didn't drown."

Hammond nodded.  The tiniest of smiles curved his lips.  "I'd recommend that you bring some towels with you for the next battle, Colonel."

Jack realized that the general knew exactly what they'd been doing.  "Towels.  Excellent idea, General."

Hammond knelt down in front of Danny, who was staring at him with the same uncertainty that he regarded all strangers.

"Hello, Danny.  My name's General Hammond."  He held out his hand.  "It is a pleasure to meet you."

The boy hesitated only a moment before taking the general's hand.

"General Hammond is our boss, Danny," Sam explained.

"Yep, he runs this whole place," Jack said.

"You know, my youngest granddaughter is only a few years older than you," Hammond told the boy.  "I bet you and she would be good friends.  Perhaps, one of these days, Doctor Jackson can bring you over to my house when Kayla and Tessa are there, and you can meet them."

"We'd like that, sir," Daniel replied.

The general got to his feet.  "Well, I'd say that you three need to go get dry.  Oh, and colonel?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Next time, I wouldn't mind an invite.  It's been many years since I participated in a good old water fight.  I assume you used weapons with sufficient range."

Surprised, the members of SG-1 exchanged a look.

"Uh, yes, sir.  We certainly did," Jack replied.  "And we'd be happy to have you join us."

"Carry on, then."

Daniel and Danny went to their quarters to change.  They were joined a while later by the rest of the team, who had changed in the locker rooms.   Jack, Sam and Teal'c stayed with them the rest of the day.

Watching Danny with his friends, Daniel was pleased with how well the boy was doing.  He was smiling more often, laughing, and was not only feeling completely at ease with all of Daniel's teammates, but was also having no issue with any of them watching over him while Daniel was off doing something else.

At that moment, Danny was on Jack's lap as the colonel taught him the old string game often called Cat's Cradle, which was played by making a loop of string and wrapping it various ways around your hands and fingers to create intricate designs.

"I remember playing that," Sam said, watching them.

Daniel smiled.  "Me too.  The art of making string figures is found in the history of native cultures around the world.  With many of them, the practice was connected to their religion and mythology, including magic and divination."

"Well, I just know that it's fun," Jack stated.  He looked down at the child on his lap.  "Right, Danny."

The boy nodded in agreement.

"I find it quite fascinating," Teal'c said as he watched Jack teach Danny how to do yet another figure.

"Most kids nowadays would find that boring," Sam remarked.  "If it's not electronic or doesn't have moving parts, it's not fun."

At 8:30, Danny was put to bed.  It had been a long day for him, and he was more than ready to go to sleep.  Outside the room, SG-1 talked for a while, then said good night.

As they began to walk away, Daniel called to them.  "Guys?  Thanks for today.  Danny really needs things like this."

"No need to thank us, Daniel," Jack told him.  "We're happy to do it."

"And it was fun," Sam added.

Jack looked at her.  "More fun than playing with a Naquadah generator?"

Sam thought about it for a moment, then smiled.  "Yeah.  Yeah, it was."

The colonel patted her on the shoulder.  "There's hope for you yet, Major."

Daniel smiled.  "Good night, guys."

"Night, Daniel," Sam and Jack said simultaneously.

"Sleep well, Daniel Jackson."

"You too, Teal'c," the archeologist responded.

Still smiling, Daniel slipped back in the room, grateful for friends like that.

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