Jack spent much of the day beside Daniel's bed, working his
reluctant way through a pile of paperwork. There had been a repeat of the beta
wave spike followed by an alpha-theta state again, but Jack had missed it,
having just closed his eyes for a few moments. Paperwork was just so
Janet reappeared shortly afterwards which roused him from his
drifting state of consciousness. They were both disappointed to find that the
delta rhythms were back again.
"Why don't you go and get some fresh air, Colonel,"
Janet suggested, "clear the cobwebs away. Sam's here so she'll take your
It seemed like a good idea. Jack had been inside the mountain
breathing its slightly stale air since their return from the ill-omened
P9Z-221. Maybe a breath of fresh Colorado air would make him feel a little less
As it was several hours since lunch, he stopped on the way at
the commissary, where he grabbed a sandwich, a donut and a bottle of spring
water, then made his way up to the surface.
The sun of late summer improved his mood as he trekked up to
his favorite rocky outcrop, He liked that particular spot because it made him
feel like he was balanced between heaven and earth. Above was the celestial
vault, blue-dazzled by the sun which hid the rest of the universe with all its
dangers. Below was the perceived safety of civilization that was Colorado
Springs; it was his tether, knowing that life went on down there, ant-like, in
happy ignorance of those far-off but very real threats.
He munched thoughtfully through his snacks, contemplating
Daniel's present predicament. He should be recovering by now, yet he wasn't -
far from it. Jack couldn't help feeling that they must be missing something,
yet he couldn't imagine what. He kept running the horrible events on P9Z-221
through his mind, looking for a straw to grab hold of but nothing new offered.
Having finished eating, he folded his jacket into a pillow, lay
back upon the sun-warmed rock and watched birds circling overhead, or just
passing through. Above them, cotton-candy clouds drifted lazily by. He let
himself relax a little, and remembered the childhood pastime that kept him
entertained when childhood ailments kept him confined to bed. Drowsily he
watched the clouds shape themselves into dragons, dinosaurs, eagles, a fine
His eyes closed as the castle formed itself into a temple...
When he returned to the infirmary an hour or so later, he felt
physically rested but mentally and emotionally drained. It seemed to be
affecting Sam, too, who was gently dozing with her head nodding on her chest
when he arrived. He forbore to wake her but pulled up a chair and sat beside
her, sadly regarding his comatose friend.
"About a klik and a half, sir. We're just thinking of
packing up," Sam muttered suddenly.
"What?" Jack asked, then realized she was still
asleep and, presumably, dreaming.
" she said after a moment's pause, then, "Oh God, Daniel's hurt.
We've got to go. Now."
"Never mind the rest of the plants. The colonel said
Daniel's badly hurt and to step on the gas..."
There were a couple more sporadic comments. She seemed
distressed - understandably - and Jack was about to wake her when she gave a
soft sigh. Her breathing, which had become ragged, evened out and she seemed to
settle. It was only a brief respite.
"About a klik and a half, sir. We're just thinking of
Jack didn't hesitate this time but gently shook her. She jerked
into wakeful confusion and looked around as though threat assessing.
"Sir?" she said as she got her bearings.
"It's okay, Carter," he soothed. "You were
about to have a bad dream, I think."
"Yes," she said in surprise. "How did you
"You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, then added.
"It's funny - well, not funny exactly - but every time I fall
asleep, I dream about the same thing
and the dreams are identical."
"You're reliving what happened on P9... whatever,
"Yeh," Sam agreed thoughtfully. She looked
inquiringly at her C.O. "You too?" she speculated.
"Yeah... Me too... " Jack sighed. "It's a
kicker, isn't it?"
The two sat glumly side by side, lulled by the gentle sounds of
the monitoring equipment as they kept watch over their motionless friend and
colleague. Janet checked up on her most frequent patient from time to time in
between dealing with several members of S.G.-11 who'd been injured when the
apparently solid rock they were drilling into turned out to be not so solid
Sometime later, Teal'c joined the rest of his team in the
"Is there still no change, O'Neill?" he asked.
"No. If anything he's getting worse. The doc says he
keeps having these changes in his brain wave patterns and each time it happens
they get - they get - slower, or something." Jack looked up over his
shoulder at Teal'c. "Say, T, you're not looking so good yourself," he
said in concern.
"I am having difficulty in achieving the proper state of
" You don't dream, do you, Teal'c?" Sam asked.
"I do not. In kelno'reem, I am in complete control of my
?" Jack prompted.
"It is as though something is preventing me from reaching
a deep enough state. I keep seeing... images."
Jack and Sam exchanged puzzled looks.
"Sounds like dreams to me," Jack muttered.
"What sort of images," asked Sam.
"We are on P9Z - 221. You receive a call from O'Neill. The
conversation is short. Daniel Jackson has been badly injured. We must make
haste back to the Stargate. When we arrive, there is much activity - much blood
"Uh, yeah, we can follow it from there, T," Jack
said with a pained look at Daniel.
"It is most disturbing," Teal'c concluded.
"Back up a bit, Teal'c," Sam said. "You said
you're usually in complete control when you kelno'reem. How often does this...
this loss of control happen?"
"It has only happened twice before, Major Carter. The
first time was
" Teal'c paused. "The first time was when my father was killed by
Cronus, and the second was when Daniel Jackson disappeared on P7X-377."
"That the planet with the nintendos?" Jack asked.
"Neutrinos," Sam replied, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I was just asking," Jack said a little
"Do you think that Daniel Jackson is somehow... out of
phase again, Major Carter?"
"I don't know. I mean, he can't very well be out of phase
as we have his... his body right here in plain sight."
There was a thoughtful pause, then Jack broke the silence.
"It can't be just coincidence that we're all having the same dreams... Can
"Well it could be," Sam said slowly, "but
in our line of work... I have an idea. Wait there."
Jack and Teal'c exchanged blank looks as Sam disappeared into
Janet's office. Jack shrugged and returned to contemplating Daniel's fate. Sam
soon returned with a sheaf of print-outs in her hand.
"These are records of Daniel's brain waves mapped against
time. Maybe we can make some sense out of the fluctuations."
After careful examination, Sam sighed in disappointment.
"Bang goes my theory."
"What theory, Carter?"
"I thought maybe the increased brain activity might tie
in with times when one or other of us was asleep. And it does, up to a point,
but I'm sure I was only asleep for a short time, just before you woke me, sir.
Yet there's quite a long period of activity around mid to late afternoon."
Jack gave a grim smile. "I think your theory does work.
That was when Janet sent me off to get a breath of fresh air. I'd guess I dozed
off around that time," he said, pointing to a peak on the graph.
"But, how does that help us?"
"Dreams teach," Teal'c said thoughtfully.
"That is what Shifu said. Dreams teach."
"That was different though. Wasn't it?" Jack asked.
"I am merely wondering, O'Neill, if Daniel Jackson is
somehow trying to communicate with us when we are unconscious, or in a light
trance state in my case."
"I don't see how, Teal'c."
"For crying out loud, Carter, science doesn't have
all the answers to everything yet, does it?" Jack said
sharply, remembering how clear, how exact, his dreams had been. "Try to be
a little more positive."
"Yes sir," Sam said looking chastened.
Jack instantly felt guilty. He gave an apologetic sigh. "
Guess I'm a little tense, what with the... " He gestured vaguely towards
Daniel and then at his head. When Teal'c opened his mouth to speak, Jack held
up a hand. "And yes, I know I'm not alone there. Sorry, Carter. I
Sam smiled. "Thank you sir. You're right. We're all a
little strung out."
"And I don't disagree with you in principle, but this just
seems like the best chance we've got right now. So... what were the salient
features of your dreams or visions?"
"That Daniel was badly injured," Sam responded.
Teal'c nodded his agreement.
"I think we can take that as a given and move on."
"We were busy with the plants, O'Neill."
"Which we left behind... Maybe that's the point of the
message," Sam said slowly, adding skeptically, "assuming it was a
There was a sharp intake of breath from Jack as Teal'c said,
"We abandoned everything but what was already in our packs and ran back.
Perhaps we should have brought them with us."
"Okay. Describe them for me."
"They were about six to nine inches tall. There was a
circle of bright green leaves around the base of a single flower stem, a bit
like dandelions. The stems were a mottled red - nearer to crimson than scarlet.
On the top was a conical flower spike of downy whitish flowers. When the
flowers had finished, a small berries remained, a bit like blueberries but much
smaller and more of a dark steely gray."
When Sam had finished speaking, Jack was looking thoughtful.
"Crimson stems... " he murmured.
"The arrows had crimson stems - and bright green
"Indeed? On Chulak, the herbalists believe that one can
tell from the appearance of a plant what its purpose is."
"Doctrine of signatures," Sam speculated.
"It's a similar sort of thing to what Teal'c said. Take
pulmonaria. It has mottled leaves that look a bit like a slice through a lung.
In fact its common name is lungwort, and early physicians thought it would cure
"Oh. How d'ya know all that, Carter? Bit out of your
sphere of expertise."
Sam gave a wistful smile. "My Mom was a keen
"Do you think the arrows may have been envenomed?"
"That would've have shown up in Daniel's blood work,
wouldn't it?" Jack said.
"I really couldn't say, sir."
Doctor Fraiser was returning from one of S.G.-11's casualties
at the other end of the ward, so Jack beckoned her over and put the question to
"I would've thought so, and I've already had the
arrowheads tested for toxins. Results came back negative. I don't know that I
could rule out something like that entirely though. Metallic poisons like
antimony and arsenic stay in the body for years, but if the toxin was extremely
volatile... What can I say? If it is some sort of toxin, it's alien and
all bets are off."
Jack puffed out his cheeks. "Looks like we need to return
General Hammond authorized the return visit but not until the
following day. Although Daniel was slowly deteriorating, he didn't seem to be
in immediate danger. It seemed prudent, therefore, to ensure that the rest of
his team were well rested and at peak alertness. He didn't want any further
casualties from that planet.
Jack, impatient as he was to return, was forced to accept the
wisdom of Hammond's decision and, after a final visit to the infirmary to check
on Daniel, he turned in early. And dreamed again. He awoke reasonably rested
however, and joined Sam and Teal'c in the commissary.
"Had any more dreams, kids?" he asked over
Teal'c inclined his head as Sam said, "Yes sir, but it was
different this time."
"You too, huh? How about you, T?"
"It was merely a brief repeat of what I had seen before
except that, upon this occasion, I was alone."
Sam looked up from her scrambled eggs in surprise. Jack looked
"In my dream, I wasn't with Teal'c. I was with you, and we
"Inside the temple?"
"Still think this is just a coincidence, Major?"
"I think it's either a monumental coincidence, or...
Daniel's running this mission."
A visit to the infirmary before the team left for P9Z-221
showed Daniel's condition had continued to deteriorate following several peaks
of brain activity during the night. Janet was still trying to find out if she'd
missed something in her initial diagnosis. Although the situation was not yet
desperate, the prognosis did not look good.
It was a somber group that set foot on alien soil once more.
Jack's eye went immediately to the temple and the bloody hand print on the
column. It was brown now, and almost blended in with all the other
discolorations. But it was still there. In his mind, he heard Daniel's plea
again: 'Help me! Help... me...'
" 'Kay, Teal'c, you collect the plants. Carter, you're
with me. Back here in one hour."
Jack took a deep breath and headed for the temple with Sam in
his wake. From the bright light outside, the interior looked inky black. Sam
turned on the halogen lamp and shone it through the entry passage.
The walls were covered with frescoes. They must have been
startlingly brilliant when first done. Although the colors had faded a little
over - what? centuries? - and were covered by a fine layer of green mold and
candle soot they were still impressive. Daniel must have been in seventh heaven
when he first set eyes on it. Not quite Howard Carter's 'wonderful things' in
Tut's tomb, but close.
Jack and Sam followed the passage to its end. Before them was a
large open space. The lamp showed it to be the altar room from their dreams.
The ceiling looked almost black now, but must once have been a deep cobalt
blue. Dull grey stars in unfamiliar constellations decorated it. On the upper
half of the walls, the paint shaded from dark blue to pale azure. Fluffy
clouds, once white, floated thereon.
There was a broad band of random wavy strokes in shades of
blue, green and white around the level of a dado rail. These were presumably
meant to present the sea. The lowest three feet of the walls showed scenery -
with lots of trees - and the daily life of the long dead inhabitants.
And small clouds.
Men in priestlike robes were stepping on to the clouds and
were being born aloft. Now they looked with more attention to detail, there
were small figures on the higher clouds too.
"See any magic mushrooms, Carter?" Jack said wryly.
"No, sir, but look along there."
She directed the beam on to a clump of the red stalked plants
from his dream. Jack was about to make a bee-line towards them when Sam grabbed
"Remember to keep to the sides, sir."
"And keep low. Right."
Cautiously, bent over, they went over to the painted clump of
plants. Sam focused the light on and around it.
"Go a little higher with the light. The arrows must have
been fired from fairly high."
Finally they saw it, a circular hole, a couple of inches in
diameter, in a very dark section of the sea border, and hence not immediately
"I suspect that's where one of the arrows that hit Daniel
came from," he said.
"Do you think the booby-trap only fires the once or are
there any more in there?" Sam asked.
"Well let's see, shall we?" Jack laid his pack down
and took out the collection vessel Fraiser had hastily cobbled together from a
metal urine bottle before they left. He held it up in front of the hole,
carefully keeping his hand out of the probable line of fire. Nothing happened.
Sam shone the beam along the lower section, looking for another
depiction of the plants. They seemed to be placed at fairly regular intervals.
The pair crept up to the next clump along and found another camouflaged hole.
Jack maneuvered the bottle over it and was rewarded with a loud
clang. The force almost knocked the bottle out of his hand. He winced at the
thought of the ones thumping into Daniel's flesh as he quickly capped the
"Okay, let's get out of here."
As they emerged from the tomb, Teal'c was coming out of the
"You got 'em, Teal'c?"
"I have, O'Neill."
"Good. Then let's go."
The next forty-eight hours had Jack nearly climbing the walls.
Jack nearly had Sam and Janet climbing the walls as they worked with their
departments on finding a cure. Janet eventually banned him from the infirmary
but then relented and let him stay by Daniel's bed with the proviso that if he
said just one more word to her or her nurses, he would be banned for the
Not long after that, Sam threatened to ask General Hammond to
ban him from the labs. but settled for asking Teal'c to take him off for a
little sparring practice.
Eventually, after intensive testing of the venom on the dart
and the chemical constituents of the plants, it was believed that a solution
had been found. It was administered and then it was down to watching and
There was no instant response from Daniel except that his
condition had not worsened as a result of the treatment. That had been a
serious worry. They were working at the frontiers of their knowledge, but when
the hoped-for cure was tried, they had reached the point of having no other
Finally, on Jack's watch, Daniel began to rouse gently from the
not-coma. His eyelids fluttered but did not open, and his lips moved slightly.
Jack called for Janet.
Daniel murmured something that he didn't catch. He leaned in
close to Daniel's mouth. "Say again," he said softly.
The word came as a whisper in his ear, "Coffee..."
Jack choked back something that was part laugh, part cry, and
felt tears start to his eyes. Suddenly, it was just like old times. He quickly
dragged his sleeve across his face as Janet came out of her office.
"He wants c.coffee," Jack said, his voice cracking
ever so slightly.
From then on, Daniel improved rapidly. He suddenly discovered
his appetite and went from strength to strength. After a couple of days, he
seemed mostly back to normal and was demanding to be released.
"Daniel," Janet said severely, "You almost died
- again. I'm not taking any risks with you having a relapse."
"I'm feeling fine, Janet. Never better," Daniel
tried to reassure her.
"You might fool anyone who doesn't know you, but I
do know you, and I'm not fooled by the 'I'm fine' routine. Besides
which, when you're not under strain here, of course you feel better, but by the
time you get to the top of the mountain, you'll be feeling pretty washed out.
Trust me on that."
Daniel sighed. He looked up at Janet through his lashes and
used his best cajoling tones. "Well supposing one of the team comes home
with me, just to make sure I don't keel over as soon as I set foot over
the threshold...? Please?"
Janet felt her control over the situation gently slipping away
from her. Then Colonel O'Neill slouched in.
"Having trouble, Doc?"
"You could say..." Against the two of them, she stood
little chance, but laid down stringent conditions before releasing Daniel on
home leave for seven days.
Daniel soon found that Janet had been right about his not
being as well as he thought he was. He'd felt fine while stuck kicking his
heels in the infirmary. Now he needed a couple of stops to get his breath back
between there and the parking lot.
"Maybe we should go back, Daniel,"Jack suggested,
Daniel's eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it,"
he growled. "I've got you all to myself for a week and I'm not
Jack shot him a suspicious look and got an inscrutable one in
return. He began to wonder what he'd let himself in for.
When they arrived at Daniel's apartment, Daniel generously
allowed Jack to indulge his inner mother hen for a while, settling him on the
couch with his feet up, a rug wrapped around his legs and a copy of the
quarterly journal, Anthropological Linguistics, to read.
He then disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee. From the
sounds emanating therefrom - exclamations, mutterings, and the clattering of
the trash-can lid - he was also going through Daniel's 'fridge and evicting a
number of bio-hazards.
He returned a while later carrying a tray with a pot of
Daniel's favorite coffee, two mugs and a plate of cookies on it. He set it down
on the small table beside the couch, poured the coffee, passed one mug to
Daniel and offered him a cookie. Daniel thanked him with an approving smile.
"O-kay," he began as Jack sat himself down on an easy
chair with his own mug and made himself comfortable. "I think you and I
have something to talk about."
"Yes. We have."
"Well, you kissing me for a start."
Jack sat bolt upright, temporarily bereft of speech. Daniel was
looking at him, as if daring him to deny it. He thought back to the beginning.
Daniel had definitely been unconscious at that point. Maybe he'd had a dream -
make that nightmare. Yes that must be it. He gave a chuckle which he hoped
didn't sound as nervous as he thought it did.
"You must've been having some wacky dreams while you were
out of it."
"Are you denying it then?"
"Aw, come on, Daniel, why would I kiss you?"
"Something to do while you waited for the... ah...
mini-Napoleon to arrive maybe...?"
"No..." Jack said thoughtfully. He often called
Fraiser the mini-Napoleon. So it had to be surmise on Daniel's part - all mixed
in with his dreams. "There's something very weird going on here," he
"Well, you got that part right!"
"It's... a long story."
"We have seven days..." Jack grinned, hoping to
deflect Daniel from such dangerous territory - hoping also that he might not
return to it.
"Well, perhaps not that long a story," Daniel smiled
back, failing to be diverted.
"So, about the "
"Kiss?" Jack sighed, realizing he wasn't going to be
able to wriggle out of it.
"Yes. It was sweet."
Jack gave him a skeptical look.
"And the way you held my hand
Till you heard the 'Gate activate," Daniel chuckled, then he added
seriously, "You were my anchor, Jack. Without you, I wouldn't be here
"Where'd you get all this - this... stuff - from
"It's... difficult... "
"We've got seven days... " The hope that Daniel would
get carried away with his account and forget about that silly little kiss was
not yet extinct.
Daniel sighed, looking into space as if debating within himself
on how to tackle the problem. Jack sat back, giving him time to collect his
thoughts. It took a few minutes then he began.
"P9Z-221 was inhabited by the Tzikala, who were probably
derived from the Maya. According to their history - or legends - they were
transported there by a goa'uld called Belachina. She was a Mayan goddess of
death, and seems to have similar interests to Nirrti. Well, not that
similar. She was more into experimenting with the mind
the psyche, you know?"
"Not a lot, and as we don't have the doc. - or Sam -
here, just stick to the basics, huh?"
"Okay, well, the Tzikala priests
long before Belachina arrived on the planet - had rituals involving the
ki-imak ool pak, or happiness plant."
"Kind of their drug of choice?" Jack asked.
"Like cannabis or L.S.D.?"
"Something like that, yes. It enabled them to travel
among the clouds 'untrammeled by the weight of the body.' At the end of the
'trip,' one of the priests who'd stayed behind to care for the body - make sure
it didn't end up as a meal for a jaguar - gave the antidote, the ta-asik nahil
pak, to bring them back again."
"That tassie-what's it, that the one Carter and Teal'c
"Right. Well Belachina was experimenting with the ki-imak
ool pak, splitting the conscious mind off from the bodies of her minions and
projecting it into the minds of her enemies, either as a means of spying on
them or of manipulating them into doing what she wanted."
"She was controlling other System Lords?" Jack
asked, looking slightly freaked.
"Ah, not usually. I gather it was mostly Jaffa and
high-ranking officials. I think dealing with three consciousnesses in one body
was a step too far. Maybe that's part of what brought about her downfall."
"Yes. There was something of a rebellion by the Tzikala
priests. If the consciousness is kept separate for too long, the body withers
and dies, leaving the consciousness permanently stuck in a kind of limbo."
Jack looked horrified. "Ya mean, if we hadn't found out
how to bring you back, you'd have...?"
"Been haunting the S.G.C. like I was when we went to
P7X-377? Yep, sorta."
"Yeah... So, lucky for me, some of them are still around
"They explained what had happened and showed me how to
contact you for help."
Jack stared at Daniel, feeling a cold numbness grip his
insides. Without the priests... "Wait a minute, back up. Are you saying
some of those Tizzy-guys are still floating around out there?" He gestured
"Six of them, actually."
"In limbo? Yes."
"So... How long have they been like that?"
"You really wouldn't want to know," Daniel said
"Eternal life not all it's cracked up to be?"
"At least they're company for each other." Daniel
looked thoughtful for a while. "I wonder..." he mused then slipped
back into his reverie.
"What?" Jack demanded, hooked on the tale and
forgetting his aim of diverting Daniel away from more uncomfortable topics.
"You wonder what, Daniel?" Jack said with forced
"Oh sorry. I was just thinking that maybe the Ancients
could help them."
"Probably could. Probably won't," Jack said
"They might. The Tzikala are kind of ascended
"I thought the Ancients didn't interfere."
"Some do, Jack. Oma Desala's raising Shifu don't forget,
and Orlin didn't seem to have a problem with meddling in the affairs of us
petty humans. Maybe we could schedule another mission to Kheb?"
"I'll recommend it to General Hammond," Jack nodded.
" I think we owe them."
"Yes we do - well, I do. Which leaves us with the
kiss..." Daniel fixed Jack with a bland smile that had Jack feeling like a
mouse in front of a particularly single-minded cat.
"Listen, Daniel, I don't know where you've got this
cockamamie idea from, 'cept that you were knocking on death's door... " He
fidgeted in his seat. "Please Daniel, let it go."
Daniel just kept right on smiling. "So, you're not going
to make good on your promise to take me to the museum of my choice either,
then? Jack...? You okay?"
Jack nodded. "Crumb," he wheezed at last, thumping
his chest. "Went down the wrong way."
"You're not actually eating anything, Jack..."
Daniel pointed out.
"Oh, sorry. You must be hungry. Can I pass you another
cookie or would you like something more filling?" Jack pushed himself up
out of the chair, in the profound hope of either derailing Daniel's train of
thought or of escaping into the kitchen or, preferably, both.
Daniel could have laughed aloud at Jack's dumbfounded
expression. "Just you, Jack," he repeated, "even if means
heading for your ramshackle cabin in the woods, mosquitoes included. Now sit
down before I get a crick in my neck."
Jack did so, still looking decidedly shaken.
"You're not going to give this up, are ya?" Jack
sighed as the silence crammed the space between them.
Very slightly, very slowly, Daniel shook his head.
"Dammit, Daniel!" Jack was looking acutely
uncomfortable as he searched for the right words - any words, really. "It
was just... It's like this, see... I mean... Think of it as... um... okay,
maybe I'm fond of you... sort of... a little..."
Daniel finally took pity on him. ""I'll make it easy
for you," he said, "Why not just tell me you love me?"
"W-What? Daniel, that's
You're not supposed to
Daniel chuckled at his floundering leader. "Jack, I've
been in your head, remember?"
Jack shut up instantly and a deep flush settled on his face as
he wondered what exactly Daniel had found in there. Okay, there had been
nothing NC-17 rated since the incident in the temple, but before that, there
was enough to get him fifty years in Leavenworth, minimum.
"Come here, Jack," Daniel said, setting aside the
impedimenta of rug, mug and journal. He swung his feet around and sat up while
he indicated the floor beside the couch.
Warily, Jack came over and knelt down. Daniel laid his hands
either side of Jack's face and kissed him, long and gentle. There was no
passion in it - time for that later - just a kiss of deep and mutual love
and a token of more to come.
Jack finally broke the kiss, wrapping his arms around Daniel,
holding him tightly and burying his face in Daniel's neck. "I thought I'd
really lost you this time." His shoulders shuddered several times as he
tried to hold himself together and didn't quite make it.
Daniel waited until he'd regained control. "It's okay,
Jack. I love you too - for all time."
"Ya do?" Jack sat back abruptly. "Why?"
Daniel cracked out laughing. "God alone knows!" He
stopped laughing. "But I do."
A wide, almost smug, smile lit up Jack's face.