DANIEL* LEAVES THE BETA SITE FOR EARTH

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"..It was very good to see your other self."

"I know exactly what you mean Teal'c*, that's how I felt earlier on when I saw Jack."

"Yes."

"How was I?"

"You were very well Daniel Jackson*. And in high spirits."

"I.. ..He didn't see you going to the base?"

"He saw me, and I was on my way to the secret base, but he has no inkling of my true destination. And after leaving him I took a long detour. The location of our base remains a secret."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I was currently undertaking military exercise."

"Yeah, that's plausible Teal'c*, and true as well."

"Thank you."

"Teal'c* do you think General Hammond will notice the difference in my clothes, my appearance?"

"Yes Daniel Jackson* I believe he will notice that difference."

Colonel O'Neill* and Major Carter were still out on their 'Mission' to 'little Minnesota', and Teal'c* had returned from his visitation to the secret storage base. Daniel* and Teal'c* began discussing the plan for Daniel's* to visit The SGC, where he would hopefully impound their requirements.

"Daniel Jackson*, would it be correct to assume that without a G.D.O. device, you are in fact going to be boned with regard to returning to The SGC without the assistance of a Comms Officer?"

Astounded. "What was that last bit Teal'c*?"

"Without the Comms.. ..without the assistance of.."

"No not that bit, the boned bit." Daniel* found it most amusing. "What is that?"

"Well.. ..O'Neill*.."

"Oh I see, okay I've got you. Teal'c* in the future just do me a favour, just leave out the word boned, okay."

"As you wish Daniel Jackson*."

"Actually Teal'c* I was thinking, instead of alerting Comms to the fact that I've lost, so to speak, my G.D.O. I'd much rather hang about round here and try and tag on to the back of one of the Logistics Teams returning through the Gate."

"That does appear to be a much better option Daniel Jackson*. A suggestion which would also maintain our plan of subdefuge."

"Can we agree on this then. We'll just carry on here inspecting these cargo cases and as soon as one of the Teams are returning to Earth I'll dash over to the StarGate and follow them through."

"This plan is going to work. However once you succeed in returning to The SGC, I shall be unable to offer you any assistance."

"You're going to have your work cut out Teal'c*, keeping the other me off my back."

"Indeed I will do everything to keep the Daniel from discovering your activities."

Teal'c* was mentally reviewing the situation.

"Daniel Jackson*, it will be extremely difficult for me to determine the direction from which Daniel Jackson of The SGC will re-enter the compound. Consequently I must circulate myself amongst the outbuildings in order to keep a look out so that I may detect and thereby prevent him from returning to The SGC whilst you yourself are there."

Daniel* and Teal'c* continued their discussions, concentrating on what other equipment they may be able to 'borrow' from The SGC. The check list Daniel* had drawn up was short.

Naquadah. Niquadria? A micro measurement, be careful, don't handle it directly. Copy of the StarGate addresses from the Abydonian cartouche and the Ancient's repository of knowledge that Jack inputted into the dialling computer, very important, essential Jack* said. Oh and Jack* wants his favourite ball cap back. Daniel* doubted that one as Jack, the other Jack, was probably actually wearing it. Sam* had requested a few tools from her lab, easy.. ..right? Teal'c* on reflection had thought it may not be wise to remove anything out of his room, the other Teal'c's room, he was bound to notice. And lastly, though they would probably be the first things he acquired, his favourite books.

In order for Sam* to design a smaller longer lasting, - extremely long lasting -, internal power supply unit, she needed some more naquadah. And based on her theories of size reduction for the synthesising equipment, and using some of the Altarian subatomic analysing apparatus, she also wanted to begin experimenting with the compound niquadria, as an alternate source of energy, which could possibly be used to endure the demands of the redesigned and permanently stored equipment.

They, SG-1*, had been hearing about this substance, niquadria, and Sam* felt sure that by now The SGC would have sourced some quantity of the material.

It had long ago been decided that at the first opportunity Daniel* should be the one to visit The SGC to see if he could obtain a minute quantity of the material, as well as some of his favourite books, as a reward for going, Jack* had said. And most importantly the StarGate addresses.

Daniel* was now at the back of the Beta Site queue lined up for Gate travel. He was lost in thought. He was trying to imitate Jack's* method of strategic implementation. It wasn't going very well.

Commandeer equipment and obtain a quantity of naquadah and niquadah, no niquadria. Buried in his office were hard copies of all the StarGate dialling addresses from when they were comparing their existing addresses with the ones found on the Abydonian catouche. He could take those, they wouldn't be noticed missing for a long time. Downloading from the server was out of the question. Tools for Sam*, Hat for Jack*, books, what could be simpler, easy.. ..right? Right?

The Gateway to the infinite finite infinity. He loved it. You'd be fine just as long as you didn't hang around out there. GYTGYB, Geat Gib. Yeah Jack/*, it always gets you there but it very nearly didn't get Teal'c back one time. And I sure am praying its going to be re-materialising me back here at the Beta Site right after my looting expedition to The SGC.

At least he'd be able to see General Hammond. He missed him. What Teal'c* had said in the debrief wasn't so far fetched.. ..Okay now drop it Daniel*. Anyway he missed the General. He looked after all of them. Cared deeply about them all. And he had such a way of being able to read into a situation. See the truth of things..

..Ooops! What if he.. ..hes gonna know! Please General, be completely unavailable. Tied up. Busy. Don't be around. On holiday, that's nice. Out with your Granddaughters, you like that. Maybe with the President. Just don't be around, please! He may even be on the radio with Jack at this very minute. He was suddenly scared witless. "Oh G.."

Whooosh!

Daniel* was feeling like an unstable vortex!

"Sending I.D.C. signal. Doctor Jackson*?" Straight to the front of the queue. After you, so to speak. Ot-oh. No camouflage. A full frontal exit into the Gate Room.

Daniel had had little to do with the Logistics Teams at The SGC. But he did see them around quite a bit. They were like miners. Quiet, hard working, chipping away at the base on every Level, always moving things around. They were good guys. Daniel* had hoped their numbers would shield his appearance into the Gate Room. He was hoping for a straight run to his office.

Daniel* stepped into the cool inviting unknown, followed closely behind by seven Logistics officers.

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