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"I, and my companions, have been Blessed to be the Triad selected to observe…and serve…The Chosen. I…we…have come to know him well. He called for us, and asked me to deliver a message to you. He will not go through the Chappa'ai again." First closed her eyes. She could sense the sudden unease around her. Tried to quell the excitement that fluttered in her heart.

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He rolled his sleeve back down. "How much longer will I have to take these?"

Dr. Montigue tossed the used syringe into the biohazard bin. "You say that you've not had any noticeable symptoms in the past three days?"

"None," Daniel replied.

The short, gray haired man rubbed his hand over his chin. "Let's see if you can make it until Monday without another shot."

The young archaeologist nodded. What he really wanted was a nice, long, sweet fix of his beautiful Angel. He shook his head mentally. That was never going to happen. Never again was his beautiful Little Slave going to rock his world with her sweet body, her passion…her love.

"Never say never, Daniel."

He froze, a frown on his face. That was the second time that had happened! He glanced around. It was her voice! He knew he had heard her!

"Daniel?"

He shook himself mentally. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said I'll see you Monday. Are you all right?"

Daniel shook his head. "No. I'm not. I'll never be all right again. Not without Her. But I'll survive. For my kids."

Dr. Montigue studied the young man. There were dark circles under his eyes. He had lost at least ten pounds. And he hadn't seen the archaeologist smile since he had returned from PY2 498. He supposed that it was only to be expected. Daniel had been a widower for just a little over six weeks. The grieving process took time. "If there's anything I can do…"

"There's not," Daniel said, through gritted teeth. If one more person said that he was going to scream. Unless someone could bring Casey back to him, there wasn't a goddamned thing to be done!

Klaxons began to wail, warning lights were flashing. "Unauthorized wormhole activation!" Kyle's voice reported over the loudspeakers.

Daniel nodded at the doctor and ran from the infirmary down the corridor towards the 'gate room. "What's up?" he asked Duncan as soon as he entered the control room.

"No idea. Close the iris," Duncan said.

"I can't," Becca replied. "I have no control."

The Stargate opened with the usual whoosh of power. The Marines were racing into the room and taking up defensive positions around the ramp, weapons at the ready. Seconds ticked by, and nothing happened.

"What's going on?" Sam asked when she ran into the room.

Daniel shrugged, dropped onto one of the chairs near the control console. "Somebody invited themselves, and they're keeping the door open." He glanced around the room. He felt like he was being watched…

Sam sat down at one of the control keyboards, began typing commands. "According to this, there aren't any malfunctions. We should be able to close the iris," she reported.

Suddenly two very wet bodies came through the event horizon, accompanied by a wave of water, almost as if they had been tossed. They rolled unceremoniously down the rough metal ramp.

Daniel instantly recognized that long, blonde hair. "Casey!" he whispered. He was on his feet and racing into the 'gate room. He pushed past Turk and two other Marines. When he reached her, he dropped to his knees, pulled her lifeless body against his, indifferent to the fact that she was dripping wet, and that the front of his clothes were now getting soaked. His warm tears mixed with the cold water on her pale cheeks. He hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth. "Oh, Angel, I've missed you!" he whispered.

"Kyle, call Carly. Tell her to get here ASAP," Duncan said quietly. He didn't even try to hide the tears, or the grin, that covered his face.

Sam was crying against Kyle's shoulder. "Guess that old SG-1 magic and good luck is still working," the young Immortal said, his voice choked, awkwardly patting the lieutenant colonel on the shoulder.

Duncan grinned. "It seems so." He grabbed the microphone. "Let's get 'em to the infirmary."

Daniel refused to let anyone take Casey from his arms. He carried her to the infirmary, his lips pressed against the cold skin of her forehead. She was here. It was just a matter of time until she was back.

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Nurses and medics scurried to remove wet clothes, tugging blue infirmary pajamas over the limp arms and legs. Blankets had been brought in and wrapped around the very cold bodies. So far neither had shown signs of reanimation. Dr. Montigue did a quick inspection of them, and had found no reason for them to not awaken. He was sure it was just a matter of time. Their skin was cold enough that he theorized that they had literally just been recovered from the depths of the ocean on PY2 498.

"You said that the city collapsed on the room where they had been?" the doctor asked Jack, who had raced to the base as soon as Sam had called him.

"Yeah. Lots of rocks and rubble," the general replied.

"Someone took the time, put forth the effort, to dig them out. Brought them to shore and sent them through the Stargate," Dr. Montigue said.

"Tossed is more like it," Duncan said.

"Could it have been the Oannes? They are an aquatic people. They could survive underwater. They might have had to move to a shallower area for warmth, but…" Sam asked.

"I can't think of any other way that they would be here right now," Jack replied.

Carly looked up from where she sat at Teal'c's side. "It's been almost forty minutes, why haven't they-" Before she could finish speaking, both Teal'c and Casey gasped for air, their backs arching off of the infirmary beds, their eyes wide with fear.

Tears on his face, his hand shaking, Daniel smoothed the hair from her face. "Hey, gorgeous. Welcome back," he said softly. He smiled down at her, traced her jaw with two trembling fingers. She was alive! She was here and she was alive! That odd sound, that strange feeling in his chest, was his heart beating once again.

The fear left her eyes, replaced with love and warmth. "Hey handsome," she whispered. She glanced around. "I guess it didn't work, huh?"

Daniel frowned. "What didn't work, Angel?"

"Fixing that damned power grid thingy," she replied. She looked at the faces around her.

"No, it didn't," Daniel said.

"Okay, why do I get the feeling that something is going on?"

Carly was clinging to Teal'c, tears dripping from her cheeks onto his chest. "Indeed," the Jaffa said, trying to comfort his wife, not at all sure why she would even be in the infirmary right now. It wasn’t SOP for spouses to be called in after missions.

"Case, you and Teal'c were killed when the room you were in collapsed," Daniel said quietly.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that part out on my own," Casey said, a slight frown on her lovely face.

"That was six weeks ago."

Her eyes went wide. "What? No way! Why…how?"

Duncan shrugged. "There was no way to reach you…you were buried under a city and lots of ocean. We-" he broke off, shook his head.

"Today someone opened the 'gate, kept the iris from closing, and…tossed you through," Daniel finished.

Casey looked at Daniel. He had lost weight. His cheeks were pale. He had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like hell. She reached for him, held onto him when he pulled her up into his embrace, clung to him while he cried against her shoulder. "My babies?"

"They're fine, Angel," Daniel said when at last he could speak again. "They'll be glad to see you. Especially Emmie."

"I want to go home, Daniel," she said softly, brushing the tears from his face.

He thought he had never heard more beautiful words in his life. He crushed her tighter against his chest, buried his face against her soft, fragrant neck. He could feel the warmth of her skin, smell that sweet scent that was her. He reached out, caressed her, felt her sweet, soft presence in his mind. So long, his soul cried out. It had been so long since he had felt that exquisite touch. He felt like a man dying of thirst in the desert, suddenly finding himself plunged into the clear water of a mountain lake. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Dr. Montigue was standing between the two beds, his arms folded across his chest. "I suggest that you both go home. And make those spouses of yours tell you about the lovely memorial service we had for the two of you." The grin he had been struggling to contain escaped and lit his face. Chuckling, he turned and walked back to his office.

Duncan grinned at them as well. "Take a couple of days. Then I want the team…the entire team, in my office. First thing Friday morning."

Sam and Jack hugged each of their just returned friends, hugged their now rejoicing spouses, then excused themselves. SG-1 was back! All present and accounted for. All alive and healthy and happy. Yep, it was a good day! Jack thought happily. He told Sam to call it a day. He was taking her to dinner. She deserved it. Maybe tonight she would be able to sleep, and without that damned nightmare haunting her.

Teal'c and Casey stopped in the locker room, tugging off the pajamas, pulling on their street clothes. Their soul mates were eager to return home, to assure themselves privately that all was truly well once again.

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Daniel didn't call Erin to let her know that her daughter was home, alive and well. He'd just surprise her…as he had been when Casey had rolled down the ramp in front of the 'gate. Surprised, and so damned relieved! He grinned as they rode the elevator to ground level. He hoped that his mother-in-law would be willing to take the kids tonight. He had six weeks of loving to make up for, six weeks of 'fixes' to get.

His heart was dancing for joy when he opened the jeep for her. He leaned in, buckled her seatbelt before she could reach for it. He turned to look at her, his face just inches from hers. His eyes focused on her sweet lips. He moved forward slightly, saw her leaning toward him. The Fire that raced down his spine at the first contact of his mouth against hers was almost excruciating. It faded into that incredible feeling of flames, the heat almost more than he could stand. He ran his tongue over her lips, softly at first, then with more pressure, then just the tip against her bottom lip…Open Sesame! He moaned when he pushed into her mouth, the taste so sweet, so familiar, so intoxicating that he could feel the rush of adrenaline to his brain, the rush of blood to his cock.

Casey knew only that she needed this kiss. Knew only that it seemed to be too long since his lips had moved against hers, since his tongue had danced with hers. The taste of his mouth set her heart pounding against her ribs. Her hands were already in his hair, holding him close as he slanted his mouth against hers, deepening the kiss. Her body was alive with Fire and need, every nerve ending tingling, every inch of her skin craving his touch. Her body was clamoring for him, her heart and soul calling for him.

"I can't make it, Angel," he said, gasping slightly, pulling away from her long enough to speak. He closed the gap between them once again, taking all that she gave him, giving back what she demanded from him.

"Conference room, Stud Muffin," she panted, barely moving her lips from his.

With a groan he unfastened the seatbelt, his lips still locked against hers, his tongue delving ever deeper into her mouth. He slipped one arm around her shoulders, the other under her legs and lifted her from the car seat. He didn't even bother closing the car door as he carried her toward the Center.

Mike was on his way out when he saw Daniel walking toward him. Even with their faces pressed together, there was no doubt that the blonde that the good Dr. Jackson was sucking the face off of was Casey. He didn't know how, or when, but somehow she had managed to get back to Gamma. With a wide grin, he held the door open as Daniel walked in. He hurried ahead of them to the conference room, opened the door, made sure the lock was engaged, and closed it quietly behind them. He laughed to himself. He and Terry found their trysts amusing. A little stimulating. It kept the young Immortal archaeologist in a good mood. And made for some damned interesting meetings when the two Jacksons would glance at each other and blush. He laughed out loud, shook his head, and walked out the door. Now maybe they could get some work done around here! The place had been like a freaking tomb since Casey's death. Now that she was back…he whistled all the way to his car.

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Daniel was peripherally aware of Mike's presence, and the fact that the man had locked the door behind him when he closed it. He put Casey on the conference table, already tugging at her clothes. Her fingers were moving over the buttons of his shirt, he could feel them trembling against him. Frustrated, his need so great, he ripped her shirt open, buttons flying to every corner of the room, yanked it from her body, then tugged at the white tee shirt she wore. Getting it over her head resulted in the loss of her lips against his for a few agonizing seconds. As soon as it was on the floor her arms were around his neck, her tongue pushing as far into his mouth as she could get, stroking him, tasting him, touching him. His hands were on her breasts, those soft, firm orbs pressing against his palms. A quick twist with his finger and thumb and her bra was unhooked. She moaned into his mouth when he pushed the material away and began caressing her, tugging at her hard nipples with his fingers.

More! She needed more! She slid one hand down his chest, his belly, fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. She tugged, pushed the denim apart and reached for the swollen flesh that rose to greet her. She wrapped her hand around him, felt his body shiver at her touch, felt him throb against her palm and fingers. He moaned softly as he moved his mouth from hers, over her jaw, to her throat, to that place on her neck behind her ear. Her body shivered in return as he sucked and nipped at that sensitive muscle. Desperate to feel more of his skin, she let the hand that was in his hair move down to his chest. She managed to get the buttons unfastened, frustrated by the tee shirt her fingers encountered. She pulled away from him long enough to pull it up and over his head. His mouth went back to her throat, teasing her, tormenting her, pleasuring her, his hands alternately squeezing and massaging her aching breasts.

She filled his senses, her sweet skin surrounding him with the scent of her, the taste of her. His cock throbbed in her soft hand as she gently stroked him. He pushed her farther back on the table, stretched out beside her, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses over her collarbones, his tongue tracing that sexy tattoo above her breast before he finally took a hard, sweet nipple into his mouth. He suckled greedily, his hands and mouth moving back and forth in a frenzy of need. She arched against him, trying to force more of that sweet flesh into his mouth. He heard the tiny whimper that escaped from the back of her throat. She had been dead for the past six weeks, but she was reacting as if her need was every bit as great as his own. He pulled away from her, gasping for breath. "I'm not gonna last long, Angel. It's been too long since I've been with you," he panted.

"I don't care," she replied, her own breath short. "We'll make love slower tonight…please Daniel, take me, I need you to make love to me!" she begged. Her hands were pushing against his jeans, forcing them down over his hips to his thighs.

With a groan he reached for her pants. She had to help him unbutton and unzip them, his hands were shaking too badly to do the job. He pulled them from her hips and let them hit the floor, her tiny little bikini panties going with them. He slid into one of the chairs, grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. His hands tenderly gripped her slender thighs, pushed them apart as he buried his face between them. Oh, Sweet Jesus! So long! Too long! He thought that he would never again smell her, taste her, experience her…He pushed his tongue into her warm well, taking the flood of sweet, sweet honey that resulted from the action. He drank his fill, his body still shuddering with need. He teased her clit, her hands tightening in his hair, more honey flowing from that sweet center. He lapped it up as well. No more Methadone, flashed across his mind. He almost laughed out loud. He was getting exactly what he wanted, what he needed. A fix of his beautiful Angel…his amazing Wife. His heart was battering his ribs with love, and lust.

"Please," she moaned, "I need you inside me!"

His moan matched hers as he stood to his feet. He pushed his hips against her, nearly cried out with joy as his cock slid home. He moaned again when she began to massage him with those inner muscles. He leaned forward to kiss her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. His knees were already weak, he put an arm around her, reached behind him to find the chair before settling down in it.

She let her head drop back as she impaled herself again and again on that magnificent cock. Her knees were beside his hips, gripping them as she moved herself up and down, holding him, massaging him. His fingers dug into her ass as he controlled her movements. His face was buried between her breasts, she could feel his tongue against her skin. In the back edges of her mind she was aware that her need was matching his, the Fire burning as hot in her veins as it was in his. She had been dead, she shouldn't be this needy, after all, they had made love that morning before leaving for work, and that mission. Still, she could feel that the flames that raced up and down her spine, wrapped around her very soul, leapt just as high as the flames that engulfed him. Touching him, tasting him, smelling him, feeling him…the sensations were nearly overwhelming. The more he gave her, the more she needed, the more she wanted. She had to please him in return, had to make him feel as good as he was making her feel…she concentrated on using her muscles to hold him, pleasure him…she hissed a sigh of satisfaction when his lips closed around an aching nipple. He suckled, tugging at that hardened nub, making her body sing with delight.

He was thrusting up with every downward movement she made, felt himself banging against the very back of her sweet, warm well. He had to slow her down, she was riding him with the same fervor that he felt running through his own body. He grabbed her hips…didn't allow her to move for several agonizing seconds. His mouth found its way back to her breast, the nipple growing even harder against his tongue as he teased it. He could almost see the flames that surrounded them, consumed them. When she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, he sighed with contentment. One hand was in his hair; that soft, gentle touch as arousing as it was comforting, the other moving over his shoulder, scorching his skin with her fingertips. He moved one hand from her hip to hold her breast as he suckled. She was moving against him once again, just not as quickly, with less force now. It was as if the intense need was somehow being tempered. He reached out to caress her mind as tenderly as his hands and mouth caressed her body. The touch in return sent his soul spinning with happiness. Just as his hands continued to assure him that she was really in his arms, his mind assured him that she was there, beside him…inside him…around him…Her love enveloped him, he sent his to her, surrounded her with it. Neither of them were aware of the blue light that encompassed them, grew brighter as their passion continued to build toward that explosion of euphoria that would send them spiraling among the stars. They knew only that they needed…needed to give pleasure to one another…needed to take comfort from one another. He let go of her nipple, leaned back in the chair and let her ride him the way she wanted to, one hand on her hip, the other between them, caressing that swollen nub at the top of her folds.

She put her hands on his shoulders…she needed hard, fast, deep. His fingers were caressing her, sending her body ever higher. She massaged him, held him firmly as she moved up, gripped even harder as she shoved herself back down on that rigid pole. Kisses…she needed more kisses…wanted more kisses…she lowered her head, nuzzled against him until he lifted his face toward her. Once again their lips locked together, their tongues caressed each other. Only Daniel could kiss this way, only Daniel could set her very soul on Fire with his kisses. Only Daniel could quench that Fire, the need that burned. Oh, how she loved him! As great as her need, even greater was her love for the man who held her, touched her, caressed her, loved her.

Her kisses had always left him breathless, now was no exception. When she pulled away he looked up into her green eyes. He could drown in those eyes. Go right under. He wouldn't even fight it. He dove in, lost himself in those pools of green. There was only her…nothing else mattered…nothing else existed in the universe. He smiled up at her when he felt her thighs begin to quiver against his legs. "Give it to me, Angel, come for me," he said softly.

That whimper filled her throat, she tossed her head back, and gave in to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She rode them to the edge of the cliff and over, cresting with a cry of ecstasy that echoed around them. "Love me, Daniel, fill me with your love," she begged, her breathing still ragged, her body still shivering.

He grabbed her hips with both hands and drove himself into her. She was still massaging him, holding him with those muscles, her hands moving up and down his chest, toying with…tugging on his flat brown nipples. He could feel that incredible feeling building…moving up from his balls. His hands kept her hips in motion…almost there…so close…Sweet Jesus! He cried out, her name bouncing off of the walls around them. His body throbbed and pulsed as he emptied into her, again and again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in that sweet valley between her breasts. Her arms were around him, he felt her kiss the top of his head.

"I thought you said you couldn't last," she said softly, when they were both breathing normally once again.

He grinned against her skin. "I didn't. Not as long as I wanted to."

"Long enough to get the job done," she replied.

He laughed. Oh, god how he had missed her! The way she held him, loved him, made him laugh…filled every nook and cranny of his heart with her sunshine. He hugged her tighter. "I love you, Angel."

"Love you, too, Sweetheart. Can I go see my babies now?"

He chuckled again. "Hey, you were just as…eager…as I was," he protested.

"Never said I wasn't." She put her hands on either side of his face, lifted his head and kissed him, then slowly pulled away from him. She gathered her clothes and began to dress, tossing his onto his lap.

"I missed you, Angel," he said softly, zipping his jeans, reaching for his tee shirt.

"I know," she replied just as softly. "Emmie and Nicholas…"

"Emmie doesn't talk much now…doesn't eat much either. Every damned night Nicholas asks me when you're coming home." He shook his head. "They'll be thrilled to see you, Angel. None of us have done well without you."

She pulled her lip between her teeth. "Daniel…I missed our anniversary, and Nicholas' birthday…"

"We'll celebrate this week, I promise," he said quickly.

She smiled. "Did you do anything special?"

He shook his head. "I got drunk the night before our anniversary. Had one too many drinks that night too. I couldn't-" he broke off, rubbed his fingers over his eyes, readjusted his glasses. "I couldn't deal with it…not without you. Your mom had a cake for Nicholas. Jack and Sam, Duncan and Tessa, and Carly stopped by for a little bit."

Casey tossed the buttonless shirt onto the table, walked to where he stood buttoning his shirt. She brushed his hands away, finished buttoning it, tucked it into his pants, her fingers lingering against his manhood. He grinned and grabbed her wrists. "I'm just trying to help you get dressed," she protested, pasting an innocent look on her face.

"Uh huh. So you can undress me again."

"Like that wouldn't please you," she scoffed playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Six weeks, huh?"

"Yep."

"So, did you…uh…go through withdrawal?" She gave him a wicked smile.

Daniel laughed. "Oh yeah. Doctor Montigue has been giving me methadone shots. I had to be there for the kids…it took the edge off of the shakes and the irritability."

"How long do you think this…fix…will hold you?" Her eyes flashed with laughter.

"Oh, at least until after snuggle time with the kids," he replied. He realized that neither she, nor the kids, would take to the idea of being apart, not tonight. No matter how much he wanted to be alone with her, he wouldn't deny his children time with their mother.

She giggled. "Well, I'll make sure you get a kiss or two to help you hang on."

"Thanks, Angel. I appreciate it," he grinned.

"I'm sure you do," she replied. She wrapped her arms around him, sighed contentedly when he crushed her against his chest. "Let's go home."

He smiled against her hair. Sweeter words had never been spoken.

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