...The Day Will Dawn of Sanity...
The group eyed the seemingly younger man. They had never seen him act like this before, and SG1 was thrown off their game. Even when he was first brought back from being ascended, Daniel had not acted this flippant.
As Daniel followed them he finally pulled on a long sleeve, drab green shirt and buttoned the buttons, leaving the top button undone. They finally reached a clearing with a circular object gleaming in the late morning sunlight. “What the fuck!?” Daniel exclaimed. He had never seen anything like it in his life; and yet, it seemed familiar at the same time. It looked alien in origin. In fact, it finally sunk in that he was on a different world altogether.
The other members of the team turned to him in shock. They had never heard Daniel used any sort of profanity. It was rather shocking.
“That is the Stargate, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c explained calmly as he indicated it with a wave of his arm.
Cautiously, as though he were creeping up on a lion or other strange beast, Dr. Geiger slowly stepped up to the device. He looked at the symbols surrounding the track with a scientist’s keen intelligence.
Jack watched carefully for any kind of recognition on the younger looking man’s face, “Daniel, this is the Stargate. You gave it that name.”
“Well, I don’t remember,” the English accent came heavily to the fore as he snapped nearly viciously. He looked at Jack for a long moment before he gave a deep sigh of frustration, “I’m sorry I don’t remember much. I can tell you what café in Paris I ate brunch in last weekend, I could show you how to disable a bomb and I could tell you where I was in the 12th Century before I could decipher what those symbols mean. They look like constellations.”
“They are constellations,” Sam said as she moved closer to the DHD. “This,” she said as she placed a hand on it, “is the Dial Home Device, each symbol represents a symbol on the Stargate.”
“Press them in sequence and they send you somewhere else as long as you have the seventh symbol,” Daniel shocked himself as he answered. “I have no idea how I know that,” he ran a hand through his already messy hair. He then rubbed a hand over his eyes.
“Where are your glasses?” Jack observed.
“What glasses?” Daniel asked.
“You wear glasses.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Damn it! Jack, for once can’t someone else have the last word?!” the Immortal stepped back. He moved away from the other three as they stared at him in stunned silence.
“You are remembering some more stuff,” Sam said with a triumphant smile.
“Drips and drabs,” Daniel shook his head.
“It’s not as if it’s not the first time you’ve lost your memory.” Jack said as he turned to the major, “Dial us home, Carter.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as she punched in the dialing sequence.
Jack grabbed Daniel and pulled him far enough away from the ’gate so that he would not be vaporized by the backwash.
“Hey!” the researcher protested as he heard the whooshing noise. He turned his head and noticed the pool of horizontal water in awe. He flashed to seeing this sight for the first time. He moved up to the edge and raised one hand to just barely brush the surface. “It feels almost like a quickening,” he observed as he felt the electrical current within the Event Horizon tingling along his arm and down his spine. “The doorway maintains the portal,” he observed scientifically.
“Study later,” Jack said as he grabbed the other man’s shirt, “leave this hell hole, now!” He pulled the other man through as he stepped through the event horizon.
The sensation of nothingness and quickening washed over the Immortal's body as he was flung through the Stargate at high velocity.
As he was reconstituted on the other side, Daniel quickly turned to face the ’gate. He watched as Sam and Teal’c stepped out of the Event Horizon and the pool of water disengaged.
“Let’s go, people, debriefing, Daniel’s office, now,” Jack said as he stormed, nearly military fashion toward the doors and exited the embarkation room at an extremely fast pace. Since he still held onto Daniel’s arm, the Immortal was pulled along in a very uncomfortable manner.
He growled and soldiered on since he did not want to get trampled in the other man’s wake. With a frown, he took note that the walls of the place were drab, olive, military gray. Once they reached the office, the doors were flung open and he was practically thrown into the room and stumbling fell into a leather chair.
“Damn, man! Experienced in manhandling?” Daniel said sarcastically.
“Who the hell are you?!” Jack demanded at a near yell, “For real. Don’t give me shit, just give me facts. And how the Hell did you have amnesia for nine fucking years?!”
"Nineteen," Daniel corrected quickly.
Daniel gave a great sigh as he looked at the taller man. Somehow, he knew that nothing less than the truth would pacify this man.