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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Daniel headed toward the Methra, intending to intercept them before they got anywhere near the warehouse.  Long before he got to the city's outskirts, he stopped to check on their progress and was startled to see that  the aliens had covered the distance a lot more quickly than he'd estimated.  They must have increased their pace.  They were already almost at the city.

"Sam, Teal'c.  It's Daniel," he said into the radio.  "They're almost at the city."

Sam cursed silently.  "Daniel, I'm going to go ahead and try to power up the systems," she said.  "I can't let you take the chance of getting caught by those things.  Stand by."  She turned to Teal'c.  "Go to a window and tell me when you see lights coming on."

The Jaffa hurried to the nearest window, letting her know when he was ready.

Sam took a deep breath and, one by one, began touching the buttons on the control panel computer screen.  The hum of the machinery grew in volume, and she heard other things in the building turning on.

After several seconds, Teal'c saw lights begin coming on everywhere, buildings and streets lighting up for the first time in many centuries.

"The city is illuminating," he reported into the radio.

"Yes!" Sam cheered.

Her triumph was short-lived.  All of a sudden, everything went black, the machinery going silent.

"No, no, no!" she cried.  "Dammit, don't do this!"  With a sinking heart, she knew that what she'd feared had just happened.  She'd just overloaded the system.  She may also have just sentenced Daniel to death.

In another part of the city, Daniel's smile upon seeing the lights coming on vanished when, only a few seconds later, everything went dark again.

"Uh oh.  That's not good."  He got back on the radio.  "Sam?"

"The system overloaded, Daniel.  Dammit!  There has to be some kind of reset, something to get the main controls back online."

Daniel checked on the Methra and saw that they'd stopped just outside the city, probably alarmed by the lights.  They stood there for a good minute or so, then headed into the metropolis.

"Sam, I can't wait any longer.  The Methra are coming into the city."

"I'm so sorry, Daniel."

"It's not your fault, Sam."

"I'll hurry as fast as I can.  Please be careful."

"I will."

Daniel turned his attention back to the Methra.  Observing them for a while, he realized that they were following the same path through the city that SG-1 and the villagers had taken.  How the aliens could still be tracking them was a mystery to him, but at least he now knew which way they'd go and where he could await their arrival.  He picked a spot on a long, straight street that would allow the Methra to see him from quite a distance, if their night vision was as good as Daniel figured it was.  He could only hope that it was far enough away to be beyond the reach of their psychic abilities.

Daniel psychically watched the aliens draw progressively closer, preparing himself for what would soon come.  He attempted to feel their presence, but found that he couldn't.  Figuring that they must have some kinds of psychic ability that cloaked their presence, he tried harder.  Faint at first, he began to feel it.  It grew gradually stronger until he was having no difficulty sensing the aliens.  As he got past the 'cloak', he also began sensing something else, something he normally didn't feel when sensing the presence of a human being.  He could detect the emotions of the Methra, and what he felt answered once and for all the question of whether or not there would be any chance of making them change their minds.  Their determination to kill him and wipe out the threat they perceived him to be was powerful and unwavering.

Just before the Methra reached the street he was on, Daniel called out to them in his mind, hoping they'd hear him.  'I am here.  You want me, then come get me.'

There was a brief pause before he got a reply.  'We are here.  We will come.  You will die, and the threat will be ended.'

'Don't be so sure of that.  You've got to catch me first.'

A few seconds later, the Methra turned onto the street.  He knew the moment they'd seen him.  He didn't wait around for them to get closer.  Turning on his heels, he ran, taking the first side street he got to.  He could sense the Methra in pursuit.

Wishing he could see in the dark as well as they could, Daniel ran down the city streets, leading the Methra deeper into the heart of the metropolis.  He could sense that they were slowly gaining on him.  He also knew that he'd be able to run for just so long before he got tired.  His best chance to stay ahead of them was to take paths that would slow them down because of their larger number.

With that plan in mind, Daniel cut through buildings, knocking down doors when he had to.  The Methra would either have to file through one at a time or circle around.

At one point, Daniel paused to see what they were up to and was concerned to find out that they'd broken up into smaller groups, probably hoping to surround him.

Coming toward him now from the south and the east were two groups of the aliens, twenty-three individuals in all.  So focused on them was Daniel that he failed to sense something else until his sixth sense blared a warning.  He spun around to see six Methra only a couple dozen yards away.  He felt them strike at him.  The power hammered against his defenses, but he was able to deflect it.  He struck back, aiming not at the Methra but at a large sign right above them.  The supports snapped, and the sign came crashing down.  Taken by surprise, the aliens dove out of the way.  Two didn't quite make it.

Another warning hit Daniel, and he saw ten more of the aliens coming.  He turned and ran, the Methra in hot pursuit.  He felt like he was the fox, and the Methra were the hounds and hunters.  Their ability to track him so easily could mean that, like him, they had the power to see what their eyes could not.  Either that or they were tracking him by sound and their sense of smell.  Between the two possibilities, he'd rather it be the second.  He feared that it was the first.

The next confrontation was almost fatal.  Cutting through an alley, Daniel found himself suddenly trapped, Methra blocking both ends.  There was no time for subtlety.  Fire blazed out of thin air and raced toward the aliens, intent upon consuming them.  Only once before had Daniel deliberately sought to sent fire to a living being, but he could not allow morality to curtail his actions this time, not when he was fighting an enemy with such power.

But, though Daniel's intention was to kill the Methra, the fire didn't reach them.  It was pushed aside to strike harmlessly against the walls of the buildings.  By then, however, the archeologist was no longer there, having smashed down a door and fled through a building.

Daniel cast his senses outward and saw another twelve Methra approaching his location.  With a sinking feeling, he knew that, sooner or later, his pursuers were going to catch him, if he couldn't find a way out of this.  He had not anticipated that they'd be able to track him so easily.  That mistake might prove fatal.

Again, Daniel ran.  Only a few minutes later, he encountered four more of the aliens.  His will hardening, Daniel struck in a different way.  He attempted to telekinetically grab hold of them and felt a moment of triumph when he succeeded.  But he could sense them psychically fighting his grip and knew that he wouldn't be able to keep hold of them for long.

Lifting them high into the air, he threw them with all his power.  No indestructible armor protected them as it had the supersoldier Daniel fought all those months ago.  Daniel sensed their deaths, but couldn't afford to regret the necessity of his actions.  The Methra had chosen this battle, not him.

The archeologist now knew something important.  Against half a dozen Methra or less, his powers were strong enough to shield himself, and, with the right attack, he could kill them.

That's when Daniel made the decision to become the hunter instead of the hunted.  He cast his senses outward, seeking small groups of the Methra.  He found one a couple hundred yards away and headed in that direction.  He stopped before reaching the point where they'd be able to see him.

Closing his eyes, Daniel focused his power.  This time, because of their location, he could not throw them very far, so he would have to stop them in another way.

Wishing that he didn't have to do this, Daniel struck.  Inside the body of one of the Methra, there was the sound of bone crunching.  The alien fell dead at the feet of its fellows, its neck crushed from within.  Before the others could react, a second of their number fell dead, then a third and a fourth.

For the first time, the Methra felt fear.  They had believed themselves more powerful, but this lone human was killing them, and they could not strike back for he was not within their sight.  His power was reaching out from the distance and destroying them.

The two remaining Methra fled, calling in their minds for aid, but their pleas were barely sent when the first of them died, the second soon after.

Daniel opened his eyes, feeling sick over what he'd done.  He knew that, if the tables had been turned, they'd have done the same, but that didn't make him feel any better.

'Please,' he pleaded telepathically.  'We don't have to be enemies.  I never planned to harm you.  We came here to explore and seek friendship.'  His silent cry went unanswered.

Knowing that he had no choice, Daniel sought out another small group of the aliens.  This one had seven in it.  He hoped that it wasn't too big.

He had learned something new, something that gave him another advantage over the Methra.  They apparently could only attack someone within sight.  Daniel did not have that limitation.  He could kill those his eyes could not see.

This time, when Daniel struck, he encountered resistance, as if his intended target was being shielded.  His determination firmed, and the power of his attack increased.  It pierced through the force shielding the Methra, and the one he was attacking fell.  With its death, the shield was weakened, and the next died more quickly.

Daniel was so focused on his task that he failed to sense the approach of more Methra.  Suddenly, the five remaining ones of the group became fifteen, and Daniel's power slammed up against a shield that he could not break through.

Before the aliens could come after him, Daniel hurried away, alarmed to discover that still more were converging upon him.  All of them were in groups of ten or more.  The Methra had learned their lesson, and the archeologist knew that he wouldn't find any more small groups.  Even now, they were banding together into larger forces too powerful for him to overcome.

Once again, Daniel had become the hunted.  He needed an escape route, someplace the Methra could not go.  That's when he recalled something he and his teammates had seen earlier.

Running as fast as his legs would carry him, Daniel hurried to what he hoped would be his salvation or at least a place where he could rest for a while.  But when he got within sight of it, he saw that his way was blocked by Methra.  There was no way he'd be able to get past them.

Daniel's gaze went up.  Could he do it?  Knowing that it was the only option, he entered the building next to him, heading to the staircase.

By the time Daniel had reached the top floor, he was panting for air, his legs trembling with fatigue.  Finding the access to the roof, he went out.  He could sense several Methra coming up after him.  There were many more below.

Daniel went to the edge of the building and looked across the space separating it from another structure, a distance far too great for anyone to jump.

"Oh, Jack.  If you were only here to see this," he muttered as he backed up as far as he could go.  He stuck his glasses in a pocket for safekeeping.  And then he was running, reaching the edge in seconds.  With a mighty leap, Daniel threw himself into the air . . . and, for a few incredible seconds, he flew.  And then he was on the other side.  He landed a little harder than intended, almost falling.

The structure he now stood upon had been under construction.  Only the skeleton and part of a temporary roof existed.  It stood alone at the center of a small park, a distance of at least a hundred and twenty feet separating it from every other building.

Daniel looked down at the only means to get up to where he was, an elevator-like car.  Focusing his mind upon it, he ripped it off its track, and it toppled to the ground with a loud crash.

At that moment, he sensed a group of Methra come onto the roof of the building he'd just left.  They came up to the edge and stared at him across the distance.

'You have great power,' the voice said in his mind, 'power we have not encountered before.  But we are many, and you are one.  You cannot escape.'

'As a very good friend of mine would say, go suck on a lemon.'

The Methra didn't appreciate the suggestion, though they probably didn't even know what a lemon was.

Minutes passed, the Methra making no move to come after him.  Daniel sat down and took the opportunity to rest.  He only had a mild headache, but he was physically exhausted.  Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to rest as his mind kept an eye on the Methra.  A large group of them had gathered at the base of the structure he was on.  Smaller groups were now on the roofs of the only two other buildings nearby, which would prevent him from escaping that way.  Could he "fly" farther?  Probably so, if he could devote his entire attention to it.  Unlike Superman, what he was doing wasn't really flying.  He was using his telekinetic abilities to hold himself up.  It was dangerous.  Any distraction could be deadly, causing him to lose control and fall or crash into something.  He'd really rather not do it again under these conditions, especially not in the dark.

At that moment, Daniel's second sight revealed something he had not anticipated.  His eyes snapping open, he went to the edge and peered down.  The Methra were climbing the frame of the building.  He didn't understand how they were doing it, but they were, slowly yet insistently.

Crap.  This was not good.  He might have no choice but to escape to another rooftop.  But what then?  He couldn't keep bouncing from roof to roof.  Sooner or later, he'd get too tired.

Daniel considered attacking the Methra climbing the building one by one, but no sooner had that thought occurred when he sensed that they were being shielded by the ones on the ground.  Any attack against them would be useless.

Higher and higher, the Methra climbed.  Daniel had to act now, before he ran out of time.

The archeologist looked up into the sky, wishing for the first time that he had the power to call down lightning.  With that power, he could kill all the Methra within seconds.  Of course, he'd never actually tried to do it, had he.  He'd just assumed that he couldn't.

Daniel recalled the power he'd possessed as one of the ascended.  On a distant, uninhabited world, he'd wielded his power over the elements, learning how to command the mighty force of lightning.  Closing his eyes, he sought to do it again.  After only a few seconds, he knew that it was beyond him.

And that's when he remembered something else.

Again, Daniel's eyes slid shut.  Reaching deep inside himself, he called upon an ability that was not unlike one he'd already used many times before, but with one vital and much needed difference.

High above him, a small glowing spot appeared.  Slowly it grew, like a star coming steadily closer.  And then, suddenly, it expanded outward with blinding intensity, like a miniature supernova.  It flooded the area with light, brilliant, blessed light.

With a portion of his mind, Daniel heard the Methra screaming as their eyes were pierced by the light.  And then there were other screams as most of those who had been climbing lost their grip and fell to their deaths.  But Daniel could spare no thought for them.  All his attention was focused upon his small, sun-like creation, knowing that, if he lost focus for even a moment, it would vanish.

Across many blocks of the city, Teal'c looked out a window and saw a new star suddenly come into being very low in the sky.

"Colonel Carter!  You must see this!" he called into his radio.

Sam came running in a few seconds later and went to the window.  "What is that?  It looks like a ball of superheated plasma.  My God.  Could Daniel be doing that?  It would take a tremendous amount of power to create and maintain something like that.  He has to be in trouble."

"We must aid him."

"I don't know how, Teal'c!  I've been trying to find the reset switch, something to get the system back online, but I can't find it.  Come on.  Let's get back to the generator room."

They rushed back to the room, where the search for some sort of reset switch or button continued.  Flashing her light about, Sam spotted something she hadn't seen before, a small panel on the back of the control console.  She pushed at it, and it slid aside to reveal a blinking red light.  Taking a chance, she pressed the light and was rewarded with the hum of the generator coming back on.

"Yes!"

Sam scrambled to her feet and watched the control screen come back to life with what was probably some kind of report.  She got back to the previous screen and turned the lights in the building back on.

The astrophysicist stared at the screen.  "Don't screw it up this time, Sam.  You need to get it right."


The Methra ran from the light.  Those on the roofs fled into the buildings, but the light shone in on them through the windows, and they were forced to escape to the stairwells.  The Methra outside sought the shelter of buildings with no windows, their eyes burning like fire from the light.  They cowered in the dark, hands covering their eyes, which were now half-blind.

Up on the roof of the partially constructed building, Daniel collapsed.  The white fire above him flickered and died, but he barely noticed, the pain in his head too great for him to be aware of much of anything else.

After lying still for a minute or so, Daniel managed to roll over and get to his knees.  He crawled to the edge and looked down.  There were no Methra in sight, except for the ones lying dead on the ground.  Apparently, all the ones that were climbing had fallen.

Daniel knew that, now that the light was gone, it would only be a matter of time before the Methra returned, and he had no other tricks up his sleeve.  He wasn't even sure he'd have the ability to make it to another rooftop.

"Sam, I need help," he whispered.

Seconds later, his plea was answered.  All around him, lights began coming on, in the buildings, in the streets.  This time, they did not falter.  Through the pain in his head, Daniel sensed the Methras' cry of agony, felt them fleeing, stumbling away, escaping from the light that was now all around them.  Soon, they were too far away for him to sense.  With his mental vision, he watched them continue to run, arms covering their eyes.

And then darkness covered Daniel's mind, and he tumbled into it.


Sam and Teal'c moved cautiously down the lighted streets, their eyes and ears scanning for danger.  The empty streets felt more eery than they had in the light of day, the utter silence almost unnerving.

But the mind of neither of the teammates was on that.  They'd been trying to contact Daniel for several minutes now and received nothing but silence.  Sam was terribly worried about what had happened to him.  She and Teal'c were heading toward the area of the city where that bright ball of light had formed, making the assumption that they'd find Daniel there.

At last they came to a surprising sight.  Fourteen Methra lay dead at the base of a partially constructed building.  By the condition of their bodies, it was obvious that they'd fallen from a great height.  Sam's and Teal'c's eyes traveled upward to the top of the structure.

"It appears that Daniel Jackson may have taken a stand upon this structure," Teal'c said.

"Yeah, but how are we going to get up there?  The elevator's been wrecked, and there aren't any handholds on those beams.  We need to take a look and see if he's there."

The two members of SG-1 went to another building and headed up to the top.  The large moon was out, casting enough light to see across the distance, but they couldn't see Daniel.  There were a few pieces of large equipment on the roof, casting deep shadows.  It was possible that Daniel lay hidden in one of those shadows.

Sam took her binoculars from her pack and scanned the shadows with them.  It didn't take her long to find what she was searching for.  Daniel lay not far from the edge.  He wasn't moving.

"Teal'c, he's in trouble.  It looks like he's unconscious."  Sam refused to believe that he was dead.  "We have to figure out a way to get over there."

"With the use of ropes, we may succeed in scaling the structure."

Thankful that there was a coil of rope in Teal'c's pack, they went back down to the street and over to the building they needed to climb.  Also in the pack was a folding grappling hook.  After attaching the rope, Teal'c opened the hook and tossed it up toward one of the crossbeams.  The grappling hook did its job and caught on the edge.  After making sure it was secure, the Jaffa climbed the rope and held it as Sam came up after him.

Slowly, Sam and Teal'c scaled the building.  The astrophysicist soon began to tire, her arms and hands aching from pulling her weight.  They rested several times, perched precariously on the narrow crossbeams.

At last, they were almost to the top, which presented a new problem.  A temporary roof had been attached to the top crossbeams, leaving nothing for the grappling hook to secure to.  Scanning the roof, they saw that it did not go all the way across.  If they could get over to a section with no roof, they could get to the top.

With utmost care, Teal'c and Sam inched across the beams.  It seemed to take forever to reach a spot where Teal'c could use the grappling hook.  At last, they were on the roof and running toward where Daniel lay.  Sam went to her knees beside him and felt for a pulse.  She found one, strong and steady.

"He's just unconscious," she said in great relief.  "He probably overdid it."  She patted Daniel's cheek lightly.  "Daniel?  Come on, Daniel.  Wake up."

For several seconds, there was no response at all, and Sam grew concerned that he might have caused some damage inside his brain.  Then the faintest of moans came from his lips.

"That's it, Daniel.  Come on."  She stroked a hand through his hair.

Daniel moaned again, then his eyes slowly blinked open.  He stared at Sam with slightly unfocused eyes.

"Sam?" he whispered.

She smiled down at him.  "Yeah.  It's okay.  We're all safe.  I'm pretty sure the Methra are gone.  How's your head?"

"Still attached . . . unfortunately."

Sam gave him some pain meds for the headache and told him to lie still and rest.  She put her blanket roll under his head for a pillow.  Then she walked off a few yards with Teal'c.

"I do not believe that Daniel Jackson will be capable of descending the building without aid," Teal'c said.

"Yeah.  We're going to have to tie the rope around him and lower him one section at a time.  But we'll have to wait until he's stronger."

They returned to their teammate, who'd fallen asleep.  Since Sam and Teal'c never got around to eating, they decided to do so now.

"As long as we can keep the city lit, we'll probably be safe from the Methra," Sam remarked.  "All we have to do is wait for a ship to be sent."

"And what will become of the villagers once we are gone?"

"That's a problem.  I don't know if the Methra are a race that seeks revenge, but Daniel caused the death of quite a few of them.  They might decide to take it out on the human inhabitants.  We could send the Prometheus to transport the villagers to another location, tell them to stay in the city until then, but what about all the other humans here?  There are way too many to transport to another planet by ship.  It would take months, maybe even years."

"The Methra are the invaders.  It is they who should be required to leave."

Sam nodded.  "I agree, but I don't know how we could do it.  With the weapons on the Prometheus, we could wipe them all out, but, regardless of what they've done, we don't have the right to exterminate them."

The question of what to do about the situation was put on hold until they could all discuss it together.

Nearly two hours had passed when Daniel awoke.

Sam gave him a smile.  "Hey.  How are you feeling?"

"Better.  How long have I been asleep?"

"A couple of hours.  Do you think you feel strong enough to sit up?"

"Um . . . yeah, I think so."  Daniel sat up with Sam's help.  "How did you get up here?"

"With a rope, which, I'm afraid, is how we're going to have to get back down."

"Maybe not.  We could get back down somewhat the same way I got up."

"And how's that?  I assumed that you used that elevator thing."

"Uh, no.  There were Methra blocking my way to this building.  I had to get here another way."

"How?"

"I, um . . . sort of flew."

Sam blinked a couple of times.  "You flew?"

"Sort of."

"Like Superman."

"Not even close.  I jumped across from another building, using my telekinetic abilities to keep me from falling."

"Wow."

Daniel sighed.  "I predict that Jack is going to have a field day with this.  I'd just better not come into work one day and find tights and a cape in my locker."

Sam smiled slightly.  "Do you have the strength to do something like that now?"

"No, probably not yet, at least not safely.  Maybe in another hour or so."

"Then we'll wait.  It's not like we have to be anywhere any time soon.  Besides, what you're proposing will be a lot faster and safer than the only other way to get down."

Daniel gave himself another hour to recover.  At the end of it, he still had the headache, but it wasn't too bad, and he felt a lot stronger.

SG-1 stood at the edge of the roof, looking down.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Sam asked.

"I'll lower you and Teal'c down first."

"Okay, so what do I—  Eee!"

Sam's cry of surprise was caused by feeling herself suddenly lifted off the ground.  She was carried out over the edge, and she instinctively stiffened.  But she needn't have worried.  Daniel's telekinetic abilities safely lowered her at a gentle pace until her feet touched the ground.  She looked up, and, after a few moments, saw a dark figure that she assumed was Teal'c.  When she was close enough to see his face, she had to hide a smile.  His expression told her that he wasn't especially comfortable with the means of transportation.  She recalled his reaction to having to jump out of a plane.

The teammates looked up, waiting for Daniel to begin his descent.  Sam gasped, her heart going up into her throat, when the archeologist suddenly jumped off the roof.  His descent was a whole lot faster than theirs had been, and, for a terrible moment, Sam thought that he'd lost control.  But then he slowed, landing lightly.

"Wow again," she said.  "You did that like you've done it a hundred times."

"No, just once before and not nearly from that high up.  Five or six years ago, I doubt I could have done it that calmly."

"Yes, you used to have a thing about heights, didn't you.  At least that's what you said once."

"Yeah.  It wasn't really bad, though.  I wasn't acrophobic.  I just wasn't very fond of high places.  I was pretty much over it by the time we all had to jump out of that plane over Siberia."

"A most unpleasant experience," Teal'c said, frowning.

Daniel walked up to one of the dead Methra.  He pushed aside the hood to reveal a thin, bony face with white skin and huge eyes.

"Do you recognize them, Teal'c?" he asked.  "Have you ever heard any stories about creatures like this?"

"I have not, Daniel Jackson.  If any Goa'uld ever encountered them, it was never made known to the other System Lords."

"If a Goa'uld ever ran afoul of one of the Methra, they'd probably either have tried to wipe out the entire race, like they attempted to do with the Reetou, or sought to capture and study them, like what happened with the Reol."

"The alien race of which one made us believe that he was a fifth member of SG-1."

Daniel nodded.  "The Methras' psychic abilities would be considered a threat."

"Just as yours are."

"Yeah."  Daniel looked around at the dead.  "I wish this hadn't been necessary.  I wish the Methra could have been our allies instead of our enemies.  Their abilities might have been a big help."

"There's no point in feeling regret, Daniel," Sam said, "and it certainly wasn't your fault that they reacted as they did.  Come on.  Let's go."

SG-1 returned to the warehouse.  The villagers were delighted to see them.

"My friends!" Kelith called out as he strode forward to greet them.  "When you did not return, we feared the worst.  What of the Methra?"

"They're gone," Daniel replied.  "They ran away once the lights came on."

"The lights are glorious!  If we had such things in our village, we would no longer have to fear night attacks from the Methra."

"Um . . . yeah," Sam said.  "Speaking of that, we're kind worried about what will happen after we leave.  We're afraid that the Methra might attack you out of revenge."

"I caused the death of several of them," Daniel explained, "and they might be pretty angry."

Concern filled Kelith's eyes.  "What can we do?"

"Well, there are a few options," Sam replied.  "One is that you live permanently in the city.  I could teach you how to turn the lights on and off, and I know that there must be a plumbing system for water."

Daniel took over.  "The second option is that we move your people to another location, far enough away from these Methra that they'd never be able to reach you.  A third is that we take you and as many of the humans on this planet as we can to another world, where you will all be safe from the Methra forever."

"But this is our home," Kelith said.  "We have known no other."

"This is something you should talk about with your people.  For the present, though, it would be best for you to remain in the city, until we figure out what to do."

It was quite late, and Daniel was still a little shaky, so SG-1 got busy preparing a place to sleep near the main door.  Just to be on the safe side, one of them would remain on guard.  Sam and Teal'c tried to insist that Daniel be excluded from the watch schedule, but he was having none of it.

As Teal'c took the first watch, his teammates lay down on their sleeping bags.  Sam could tell that Daniel was worried about the humans of this world.

"We'll figure something out," she said.

"I hope so.  I can't leave until I know that they'll be okay."

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