Lieutenant Samuel Peter "Spud" Dean, Corpsman, leaned casually against the white marble walls and watched the interplay between Dr. Jackson, Teal'c, Major Carter and Captain Martin, with hidden interest. He'd only been assigned at the SGC less than a year, but already he had quite a handle on the complexities of the team known as SG-1.

They were all rather interesting and sometimes puzzling folks; occasionally he found them damned perplexing, especially Teal'c. But, due to his own academic history, he'd found a common ground with Jackson and the Major; and as a fellow medical type, he totally related to both Dr. Fraiser and Captain Martin. However, Colonel O'Neill was, for him, the easiest character to read. He found the man much less of an enigma than most, as he reminded him very much of his 'old man.' Sam Dean Senior had been a crusty retired RAF flier, Welshman and Professor of History at Harvard. His Da had never lorded his intellect over anyone; in most cases he down played it. Whether this was out of modesty, or pure self-effacing confidence, Spud was never sure. But he found O'Neill was very like him in this regard and thus, felt comfortable around him.

He remembered how proud his Da had been, when Spud had decided to join the Air Force to pursue a career; and how Da had died suddenly of a heart attack within only thirty feet of his physician's office. That had been the turning point for Spud, who up until then had been considered quite an ace pilot. Although he genuinely loved flying, he'd requested to be transferred and trained as a paramedic, insisting on a front line assignment.

Oddly, when he'd first been assigned to the SGC he'd been angry, thinking he'd been relegated to some backwater position, where his zeal would go to waste in a hurry. Within hours of his posting he'd readjusted his thinking, as the Colonel had been brought in freshly wounded from an obviously bloody confrontation. That day he'd gotten a quick lesson in both heroism and the threat to Earth.

He'd watched with rapt attention, as the Colonel belied his own pain, demanding that his team be treated first and insisting he was "just peachy." From that moment on, all young Spud's admiration had been for Jack O'Neill. So when he'd heard the Colonel was in danger he'd deliberately stood in the Doc's line of sight, hoping she'd order him along and hiding a secret smile of gratitude when she did.

He'd trudged silently along after their guide Tristan, wondering just what kind of adventure SG-1 had gotten them involved in now, praying he'd be able to prove himself somehow to his hero. As the weird mist had swirled around him, he felt mildly uneasy. It tickled his memories somehow. Searching his mind for the answer to this puzzle he'd come up blank, that is, until they'd run into Jackson. As the archeologist had postulated his theories about this place and it's link to Avalon, Spud's mind had harkened back to all the history his Da and his wonderfully superstitious Irish Mother, had eagerly taught him. Ever aware that he was new to all this, he decided to wait until he'd heard from both Jackson and the Colonel, before adding his two cents in.

So now, he stood calmly back and watched the byplay amongst the more seasoned members of this rescue party, waiting for the opportunity to be of help.

Kris Martin soon became aware that the young Lieutenant had been mostly silent. Knowing how he felt about the Colonel and SG-1, she wondered if he wasn't feeling a bit shy and uncertain. Ambling over to him, she inquired kindly.

"So Spud cat got your tongue? I don't think I've heard more than yes Ma'am out of you since we left the base."

Glancing over to be sure the others had not heard the question; Spud smiled shyly at Kris. He'd had a crush on her for sometime now, despite the age difference. He knew that due to regulations, anything except friendship between them was strictly off limits. Yet, he often imagined what it would be like to have a lady like this find him just as appealing as he found her. So, any attention she might throw his way, while welcome, still tended to make him a bit awkward.

"No Ma'am, just taking all this in and hoping that the Colonel is really alright." He responded with a blush.

"Good. I'd hate to think I was the only one who was still worried. You know the Colonel is my hero too." Kris told him in a conspirators whisper, thinking the blush nothing unusual. He always tended to blush around her and she'd put it down to shyness long ago.

"There is that Ma'am, but..." He hesitated.

"What is it Airman?" Kris, noting his continued hesitation, put her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on Spud you can trust me. This place has you spooked? What is it?"

Relaxing a bit, Spud had to admit that the place had made him a bit uneasy.

"Perhaps a bit Ma'am. But there is something more...you see my Da, well he was a Professor of History, specifically old English history. This all seems familiar somehow."

Her reassuring smiled prodded him onward.

"I am still a bit unsure just what it is... I mean... I know I've got something important floating around in the back of my mind. Guess I figured it'd surface if I kept quiet and listened awhile."

"I know what you mean. There is something about this whole scenario that just feels... Well it feels like I've done all this before." Kris admitted.

"Yet I don't sense any danger to us, despite what happened to the Colonel." She added thoughtfully.

"My Mum would have said you've got the sight." He told her, admiration shinning from his eyes.

Laughing at the notion Kris nodded.

"If that is the case, I'd say we've got something in common!" She added, patting him gently on the cheek.

Her response made him realize that the lovely Captain, was very much like the woman who'd nicknamed him Spud; his Mum. 'Oh man! Who am I Oedipus?' He chastised himself, 'get a grip!'

"Don't worry I won't tell a soul." Kris told him quietly, as his blushing increased. The poor kid was so very sensitive! "But if you do come up with anything that might be useful, even if it seems odd, I know the Colonel will listen."

"I won't hesitate Ma'am, that much I can promise you." Spud answered firmly.

His double meaning was lost on Kris, as she turned towards the sound of a rather loud expletive, coming from the room where the Colonel had been asleep.

"Ah! Our Lord, The Pendragon is awake at last!" Kris told him with undisguised ironic good humor, remembering the title they'd been told, the Faer Folk had bestowed on the Colonel.

"It won't be long now, as soon as the Doc is done with her exam, he'll be demanding a full report."

Teal'c, hearing her lightly spoken words nodded slightly, raising his eyebrow in salute of her remarks. "Indeed Captain Martin. I believe O'Neill would say the Lion has roared."

***

"Well Colonel, I can't find a thing wrong with you. But once we get you back to the SGC I want to run a few more tests." Janet told him, with mild chagrin. While she was pleased with her findings, she was also puzzled.

"Good. Give me my uniform and lets get this show on the road." Jack demanded with a pleased smile.

Still thoughtful, Janet handed over the requested uniform.

"Now if I could have a little privacy I can get dressed." He harrumphed.

"Alright Sir. I'll wait outside with the others."

"Just how many others is that, Doctor Fraiser?"

He inquired with mock disinterest. It always embarrassed him to have the Cavalry come to the rescue, he felt foolish. He was supposed to be the big bad Colonel, for crying out loud! The fewer witnesses to his humiliation, the better!

Janet knew just what was going on in that oh so devious, yet proud mind of his and took pity on him.

"Relax Sir. General Hammond only sent SG-1, Kris Martin, Lt. Dean and myself. If we fail to report in 48 hours, he'll send in SG-3." She told him. Quickly hiding a sympathetic smile at his sharp look, she made a hasty retreat. "I'll just be outside then."

'Crap!' Jack thought with irritation. 'George will be worried.' He so hated to add to his Commander's list of concerns. First, because he understood the true nature of the weight of command, second, because George was his friend and honestly, because despite his best intentions, he seemed to do it so very often.

'Well Jack old man, not much you can do about it now except sort all this out and report back ASAP!' He told himself with resignation, as he hurriedly donned his fresh uniform. 'Neither Kris or his team, would be a problem and the kid, what was it they called him? Oh yeah Spud, seemed to be a good kid, thankfully he wasn't a jarhead.' He mused, grateful they'd remembered to bring him skivvies. 'Now where the heck are my boots? Crap!'

Glancing around the small room with annoyance, he spied his boots, Omega vest and weapons propped up in a corner. Daniel's work no doubt. 'Only Danny boy would treat such dangerous articles with so little regard. Double crap!'

As Janet exited the room, Daniel practically pounced on her with excitement.

"So Janet, Jack is fine, right?"

"Easy Daniel, give her some room!" Sam admonished.

"Oh uh sorry Janet." He stammered as he stepped back. "What do you think?"

"I think that either the Colonel was not quite as ill as you all first thought, or a miracle has occurred. Knowing the man as well as you all do, I'd say it was the later." She reported flatly.

"But...?" Daniel knew there was more coming.

"As a scientist I am generally a skeptic." Seeing the hurt in his eyes, Janet realized that Daniel would take any doubt about his magic of Avalon theory, personally. "But, my years with Stargate Command has taught me to keep an open mind." She added kindly.

"Doctor Jackson!"

Jack's angry bellow interrupted any further comments from the group, as a very annoyed Colonel entered the corridor, pinning the archeologist with a penetrating stare.

"Just what the heck possessed you to leave dangerous military hardware lying about loaded and unattended?" Jack said silkily, which did little to defuse the underlying bite in his tone.

Gulping, Daniel realized he'd screwed up. But he was not about to concede that fact to Jack. He'd never hear the end of it!

"The armaments are of little use here O'Neill, we pose no threat to you." Viviane informed him sweetly, appearing suddenly at his side.

Startled Jack swung toward her, his P-90 poised for action. Recognizing the lady who'd healed him, he hastily lowered his weapon, as she raised an ironic brow.

"And it would seem that you are the only one who poses a danger here." She added, in an unperturbed whisper.

Irritated, that she had been able to move so closely to him without his notice, Jack choose to ignore her response. Rounding on Daniel once more, he barked.

"Well Daniel?"

"Well Jack, it is as Viviane said. No one here posed a threat and to be honest, I was so worried about you I forgot all about them." He answered honestly.

"Sir, with respect, we'd all appreciate an explanation of just how you recovered so quickly." Sam stated calmly, focusing her baby blues on Viviane. "When we left you were really in bad shape."

"I am certain Daniel, as he was present throughout my ministrations, will be able to relate all that I have done for the O'Neill." Viviane responded with confidence, noting Daniel slight nod of affirmation.

Anticipating that the subject was far form closed, and the O'Neill would request to speak with those of authority, she sought to forestall him with an explanation.

"However, as it grows very late, Oberon and the Council of Elders have requested a meeting with The Pendragon, tomorrow at midday. I will show you all to your lodging for the night. I am sure that discussing matters over food and drink, will enhance your full understanding."

Daniel, fearing that any further interrogation might offend their genial hostess, stepped in as he usually did, in matters of diplomacy. Shooting Jack a quelling look, he quickly agreed.

"We'd be most grateful, thank you Viviane." He answered tactfully, following her out, as she turned to lead them from the Temple.

Jack, used to regrouping and changing tactics, followed on they're six, beside Teal'c, clenching his jaw in annoyance and muttering under his breath, all the while.

Viviane, fully aware that the O'Neill was not appeased, hoped she had given the gentle Daniel a bit of time to sort things out, before he rushed on with an explanation. She doubted he would please his commander, as he most likely had understood little of all that he had seen.

By morning, true to his nature, she knew, O'Neill nee Taliesin would be seeking her out for more information. By then she hoped to know more about these companions of his and if any of them would be useful to her cause.

Viviane showed them to a spacious marble villa, complete with a fountain in a large common hall, informing them that all within was at their disposal. Then she bowed slightly to them and left.

Jack hadn't seen anything quite like this since he'd been stationed in Rome and toured the old city ruins and museums. Despite his apprehensions about all he'd missed, he found himself relaxing slightly.

"Fine, fan out and check the place. Then report back here and we'll debrief." He ordered, moving to check the nearest room.

Fifteen minutes later, they'd found nothing of concern and met back in the large main room. Sitting down to the sumptuous feast that had been left for them there, Jack nodded to Carter.

"Alright Carter fill me in."

Following almost an hour of discussion, they'd each recited their own version of the day's events and Jack was getting a headache.

"Alright. Lets review the facts shall we?" He asked the collective wearily, still trying to get a handle, on just what about all this seemed familiar; that tingling feeling, had started up at the back of his neck, once more.

"One, we arrived here, the area was clear and then suddenly, the mist appears practically herding us to the standing stones and the pool. Two, I saw something odd on watch and the next thing ya know, I'm floating face down, drowned in a shallow pool."

He began, using his usual dense Colonel façade, ticking the numbers off with raised fingers, to mask his discomfort.

Sam, understanding, the Colonel hated the loss of control that his incapacitation had cost him and needed to regroup, nodded along patiently, as he counted the events off.

"Three, you revived me. Four, despite that, I got sick, just as Oberon showed up offering to help. We refused that help and the mist makes a very convenient appearance once more. Five, T' and Carter go for help, again needing a guide, due to this mist. Meanwhile Viviane, the so called healer, works her voodoo magic on me."

"Sarcasm won't change the facts Jack."

Daniel interrupted him, with undisguised annoyance. Jack could be such an ass!

"Like it or not, you were desperately ill and Viviane healed you. Maybe it was magic!" Daniel sputtered in anger. "I mean...it was at the very least fantastic. The least you can do is keep an open mind!"

"Look Daniel, I've seen some things that have amazed me over the years, and I will grant you, it sounds fantastic when you tell it. But, until we get to the bottom of all this I will remain a skeptic." Jack told him firmly.

"Turn off the wide eyed wonder for a few minutes and look at this as a scientist, will ya?" 'Gad!' He thought, 'I never thought I'd plead with Danny to get in touch with his scientific side!' Jack's self-professed contempt for scientists was legendary, but usually he didn't have to beg members of his team to be analytical!

Exasperated with the situation, Jack, hoping to placate Daniel, continued in, what he hoped, was a more favorable tone.

"Daniel, do me a favor and settle down, try to get in touch with your analytical side."

Daniel nodded curtly, expelling a loud sigh.

Jack, accepting his gesture as acquiescence, continued his litany of the day's events.

"Six, Viviane fills Daniel in, on a bit of the Faer Folks history. Seven, Daniel assumes said history, is somehow linked to the King Arthur myth."

"Jack, as a scientist, I'm telling you these people are connected to that legend or myth." Daniel insisted vehemently.

"Alright Daniel, I'll concede that it may be possible. So what does that have to do with us?" Jack asked him, arching a brow.

"Sir? If I might?" Spud requested, quietly.

Surprised by the quiet interruption, Jack turned inquiringly toward the youngster.

"What is it Lieutenant?" He asked patiently.

"I was just wondering Sir..." Spud began with some hesitation, hoping his voice didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

Smiling with encouragement, Jack gestured for him to go on.

"Well Sir, do you remember anything at all about what this healer did to you? I have been listening carefully to Dr. Jackson's explanation and something seems familiar about it to me Sir."

When the Colonel merely raised a questioning brow, Spud rushed on with more confidence.

"This all reminds me of something my Da told me, when I was a kid."

"Your Father? You've lost me? Was he some sort of expert on the Arthur myth?"

"Not exactly Colonel, Sir. He was a Professor of History, specializing in old English history, Sir."

Daniel, sensing an ally, pounced on the notion.

"The Professor Samuel Dean of Harvard, author of Ancient Celts, Myths and Legends. That Samuel Dean?"

"Yes Dr. Jackson." Spud told him with pride. "He'd be greatly intrigued Sirs."

Jack, despite his frequent displays of feigned density, was a smart tactician and knew when to keep an open mind.

"Alright Airman. Just what seems familiar to you?" Jack asked him in a conciliatory tone.

"Well Sir, I recall my Da telling me that King Arthur used a Gwen, or mantle of invisibility, to escape from time to time. In one reference, it was described as a blue mist that swirled around him, hiding him from view."

"O'Neill the mist we have so far encountered..."

"Agreed Teal'c. Go on kid, anything else?"

A light suddenly blinked on in Daniel's memory.

"The Dream Of Rhonabwy... Jack, my God!" Catching Jack's blank look, he expanded his remark further.

"It's a Welsh romance, which talks about a glamour, or spell, that Merlin supposedly cast over Arthur, rendering him invisible." Daniel interjected, his passion for the subject matter palpable.

"Yes the Mabinogion, a collection of old poems or romances. Which are not truly Arthurian; but by extension include some Arthurian works like Culhwch and Olwen, and The Dream Of Rhonabwy." Spud confirmed, with unconscious scholarly authority.

'For crying out loud, another egghead! GAD!' Jack thought with resignation. 'I'm surrounded!'

"Sounds like your Da wasn't the only one who knew his history Dean. Anything else?"

"Well Sir, we know that Oberon has referred to you as the Pendragon or leader. Have they used any other title or name?" Spud asked, hoping to further stimulate his muse.

Something tickled Jack's memory. What had the warrior called him in the dream? The back of his neck tingled with alarm, distracting him.

"Viviane called Jack the O'Neill." Daniel reported thoughtfully.

"That is my name after all Daniel." Jack barked, irritated with his faulty memory. He'd been trying to grasp on to bits of something familiar, since he'd awakened with Janet peering at him so intently; but as yet, he was unable to grasp anything concrete.

"Both Tristan and Oberon have called the Colonel the Pendragon. Oh, and Oberon did call him Colonel O'Neill back at the stones but those are the only titles I can recall hearing." Carter supplied.

Kris had been quietly taking in the exchange, her eyes intently watching Jack. Something was off in his manner. But, she couldn't quite place just what that was. Unconsciously stretching out her senses, she became aware of his unease and fatigue. Catching Janet's eye, she used a covert gesture, to draw the Doctor slightly aside, and whispered.

"I think the Colonel is exhausted Doctor." Hating to single him out, she added. "Actually, we all are."

Janet had been thinking the same thing. As Chief Medical Officer, her orders would supercede even those of the Colonel. Nodding to Kris, she chose to exert her power.

"I think we all need to sleep on this Colonel. I suggest we get some rest and tackle this mystery again in the morning." Her tone while gentle had a trace of steel behind it.

Jack's first reaction was to challenge her mutiny. But, he knew when he was licked. Besides, he had to admit he was suddenly feeling bushed.

"Good idea Dr. Fraiser." He agreed with feigned nonchalance, using her formal title, to convey his disapproval. He so hated it when she bossed him!

"Carter, Dean, you two take the first watch, then Daniel and the Doc. Followed by Teal'c. Captain Martin and I will take the last watch. Any questions?"

***

Jack laid back on the soft surface, attempting to get comfortable, still disturbed by his brief flashes of hazy memories.

He'd chosen the only chamber with a single bed, feeling an acute need for privacy, all too aware of Kris's covert observation of him. While he appreciated her concern for his welfare, it made him edgy. That also struck him as weird. He was used to her protective attitude toward him. After all, their friendship had begun with her watching over him, when he was at his most vulnerable. He trusted her implicitly, just as he did the members of his team. Still, the strange events of the past two days had him feeling as if he were living in a glass jar, and Jack O'Neill was an intensely private man.

As he slowly drifted off, he couldn't shake the peculiar feeling that he was being watched. After a time, deep sleep claimed him fully, as a tiny, softly glowing orb, floated lazily into the room and hovered over him. The faint glow intensified, engulfing him in its brilliance; and he began to dream.

***

Kris and Janet shared a room. Janet had insisted they crack the small window to get some fresh air. As the weather was mild, Kris had no objection. The two chatted for a time, then both settled in to sleep.

A light blue mist slowly spiraled it's way into the room, through the partially opened window. It grew in size and deepened in color, as it inveigled its way over the sleeping women.

Kris felt dreamily languid, as if she were entwined in a lover's arms. Opening her heavy eyelids, she gazed about her. She was in a lush forest, near a stream. The air was crisp with the mild bite of autumn. She was at peace, enjoying the absence of sound. Other than a faint breeze stirring the fallen leaves, all was silent.

Looking down at her hands, she noticed they were covered in dried blood and a scream of sudden recollection threatened to escape her. Among the rapidly returning memories, was the need for stealth, attempting to quell her panic; she allowed her senses to reach out for any signs of another's presence.

Despite the loud beating of her own heart, the muffled creak of body armor and boots, moving swiftly through the forest toward her, penetrated her hysteria. Before she could move, a figure burst through the undergrowth, and strong arms grasped her; an elegant, yet calloused hand, snaked over her mouth to smoother her screams, as a familiar husky voice whispered urgently.

"Silence Nimue! There may yet be an enemy or two about."

Recognizing her Brother Taliesin, Nimue stilled.

Taliesin, concerned that the blood on her hands might be her own, examined her for injury, finding none, with relief.

Seeing his worry, Nimue sought to reassure him.

"It is not my blood my Brother."

"Then whose?"

Her vivid memories of the recent battle overwhelmed her with despair, and silent tears rolled down her smudged cheeks.

"So many have died today, I tried, but I could not save them!" She told him sadly.

As always, he felt her pain. Her sorrow was a palpable entity. They had, since birth, shared a special bond, which few could explain, each sensing the other's thoughts and feelings, as if they were of one body, rather than two. Their Mother, Ceridwen, had claimed that it was because they had shared her womb. But their Father, Gwydion, assured them that it was elfin magic.

Both had been gifted with the power to heal. But it was Nimue who actively used that gift, earning the title of Merlin. Taliesin chose instead, to channel his energies as a catalyst for change, hoping to protect the Faer Folk. But each had sought to better the world around them, in their own way.

Now a battle had been won, but many had died to win it. The siblings felt the loss keenly, seeking solace in the good fortune that they had both been spared, reliving the carnage of Camlann through each other's eyes.

Nimue watched, as Taliesin dispatched the unfortunate Medrawt; whose eyes would no longer glow with helpless hatred. She heard the last request of the good ArtGywr, feeling her brother's despair. Realizing, he had already returned his friend's ruined body to the womb of the Goddess, she vowed to assist him in attaining the final portion of his promise to the dying man.

Taliesin watched, his heart aching, as the gentle Nimue, ran from fallen warrior to fallen warrior, seeking to restore life where none could be found.

After a time, Nimue noticed a thread of pain, in their mutual communication.

"You are wounded Radiant Brow!"

Using her pet name for him, she admonished him affectionately, as she found his wound. Laying her hand upon the hideous gash in his side, she called forth the powers of the elements. Taking his hand, she laid it over the wound as well; and both began to glow. Together, they channeled the healing powers of the Earth and the wound disappeared.

Exhausted from their efforts, they found a hidden glade and laid down to rest.

***

Jack woke with a jolt. He'd dreamed once again of the battle and the final words of ArtGywr, of his pledge to him and feelings of loss.

But this time, he also dreamt of a sister and their mutual power of healing. He'd recognized her face; it was one he knew quite well. In his dream Kris had been Nimue, his Sister! And he remembered something more. He remembered the name she had called him in the dream. She'd called him Taliesin.

***

The first watch had been uneventful and quiet for Sam Carter. By mutual, unspoken consent, both Sam and young Spud, had refrained from chatting, as they'd wandered the perimeter of the dwelling.

It was a dark, cool and crisp night. The fullness of the moon, did little to cast any light on their surroundings and the ever present mist swirled in the vegetation that grew between each building and capped their refuge; it gave Spud the creeps. He was both the Son, of a man who was at once a cynic and a dreamer, and a Mother, who believed in Elves and Faeries. It was second nature for him to let his imagination run wild. So he was grateful, when Dr. Jackson and Dr. Fraiser, interrupted his flights of fantasy, by taking over the watch, three hours later.

Heading quickly off to his own cot, he cast off his boots and curled in for the night. Never one to suffer from insomnia, he was soon deeply asleep.

The events of the day replayed in his dreams. Slowly, they coalesced into something that was at once familiar and disturbing.

He was back at supper in the common room and the Colonel was smiling at him with encouragement, as he voiced his theories. Dr. Jackson entered his line of vision, turning toward him to speak, but his blue eyes, behind his ever-present wire rim glasses, suddenly began to glow with malevolent disdain and he heard the Colonel shout a warning of caution.

The room faded. Leaving Spud alone, to face the now transformed Jackson, in an open field, dressed in body armor and astride a heavily muscled steed. Amazingly, despite the undisguised hatred he read in the other man's intense glare, he felt only deep sadness and remorse.

Lifting his gleaming sword, he nodded his helmet laden head in salute, as the desperate battle to vanquish the evil before him began.

The fierceness with which his foe attack surprised him at first, despite his understanding that this man was no longer the one he had known and loved.

Perhaps it was sorrow over this fact that slowed his resolve. But his sense of loyalty to all his people, aided him in the end. Thus, as his foe struck him down, he too delivered a mortal blow and they both lay wounded and dying, each at the hands of one, whom they had once loved, more than his own life. He heard the faint and rattled voice, of his now dying Son, begging him for forgiveness; and wished he had the strength to end his suffering.

Then suddenly, the Colonel was there, mercifully pulling forth a dirk and dispatching the man. The image of O'Neill in full battle gear transmuted; and he was clad in leather armor as well. The brown eyes he'd come to look to for approval, bored into his own, as he was gathered into his hero's arms. Desperately trying to draw a breath against the searing pain in his shoulder and chest, Spud sought the strength, to ask his brother of the soul, for one last boon.

"Rest ArtGywr, I will summon the elements to heal you."

O'Neill's voice sounded oddly husky with a foreign lilt, through the haze of Spud's pain. He wondered at first, just who he was speaking too, until he saw the tears gathering in the naturally stoic, yet compassionate warrior's eyes. It was then that certainty invaded his pain and the truth was revealed to him.

"My loyal companion and friend, it is too late." He gasped.

"ArtGywr..."

Summoning his last reserves of strength, ArtGywr nee Spud begged a pledge from his closest friend. Once the promise was made, he gave in to the pain and allowed himself to seek oblivion.

***

Spud woke gasping for breath and bathed in sweat, as Colonel O'Neill shook him.

"Calm down kid, it'll be alright, you were having a nightmare!" Jack told him urgently. No stranger to the strangled feelings of uncertainty, which a bad dream could induce, he allowed understanding to invade his tone.

As the kid stared violently about, trying to get his bearings, Jack patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked with a lopsided grin.

Spud, finally catching his breath, took in the concerned expression and ironic grin, nodding.

"Yes Sir, I think we should, but in the morning if that is alright Sir. I need to sort a few things out first, with the Colonel's permission?"

"Granted. I'm due on watch anyway." Jack told him quietly, he'd been thinking along those lines himself. "Try to get some rest and we'll talk after chow."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Spud intoned dutifully.

As the lanky Officer sauntered off, he sat back against the cot, once more trying to sort through his dream induced revelations.

***

Kris was slightly flustered, when Jack woke her, to stand watch. Stretching slowly, hoping not to awaken the slumbering Janet, she quietly requested permission to 'meet him in five.'

Jack nodded and headed outside to relieve Teal'c. He needed a few minutes on his own, in the brisk predawn air, to try to clear his head anyway. His own bizarre dreams and the events of the last two days, along with young Lt. Dean's nightmare ramblings, had him wishing that they'd never traveled to PX627627.

'What the hell is happening here?' He wondered. Rubbing a calloused hand over his tingling neck, he wished he could deny the feelings of overwhelming familiarity and dejavu that had ensnared him. Frustrated that these events had thrown him off balance, Jack began to pace.

Splashing some cool water over her face, Kris attempted to sort out the fantastic truth; her dream had made her face at last. Wondering how to begin, or even how to approach the subject with Jack, she gathered up her jacket and sidearm, hurrying to join him on watch.

***

Daniel had been tossing and turning, ever since Teal'c had relieved him, unable to fall asleep. This was all just too exciting! He couldn't wait till morning came and he could bounce more theories and ideas, off Lt. Dean and the others. What a happy coincidence, Dean had been the Corpsman that Janet had chosen to accompany her. Who knew the kid was such a fount of information. What was he doing in medical, instead of in research, or teaching, like his eminent Father?

'Well who ever thought a geek like me, would be traveling about the galaxy, fighting the Goa'uld?' He thought ruefully.

Hearing muffled screams coming from young Dean's room, he started to go to him. But, the familiar timber of Jack's voice reassuring the kid stopped him short. He listened to their exchange briefly, with a grin. Jack always seemed to know just how to handle the youngsters, especially the ones who seemed to become a bit "spooked" on their first mission. Not wanting Jack to catch him eavesdropping, he padded back to his own cot, still grinning. He finally succumbed to sleep, still marveling over the complexities, of the enigma, known as Jack O'Neill.

Blackness seemed to engulf him, then searing pain, as he struggled to open his eyes. He'd been restrained, strapped facedown, to some kind of stone slab. Attempting to move, he desperately tried to find some means of freeing himself, but the tight bonds prevented it. Someone laughed wickedly, as his tunic was torn from his back, the damp cold air of the cave, and his own terror, caused fresh goose bumps to form over his naked flesh.

A sickening sucking sound, was the only prelude to the disgusting feeling of a serpent slithering up his spine, to the base of his exposed neck. It seemed to whisper evilly in his ear, as it bored it's way into him, embedding itself in his brain, causing every nerve ending in his body to scream in excruciating agony, until finally, he knew no more.

Daniel sat up in abject terror, waking Teal'c with his sobs.

"Daniel Jackson you are in no danger! You must endeavor to breath, take slow deep breaths." Teal'c commanded him; grasping Daniel's face firmly between his strong hands, in an effort to look him in the eye.

Daniel's terror filled eyes, finally stared into those of the big Jaffa's and recognition replaced the fear there.

"Oh God Teal'c, I've been implanted!"

"You have not Daniel Jackson! It is only a female equine appearing in the darkness." Teal'c told him firmly, removing his hands from his friend's face, he placed them heavily on the trembling man's shoulders in a gesture of reassurance.

Daniel smiled wryly; shaking his head to clear away the panic his dream had cost him.

"That's nightmare Teal'c." He replied archly.

Raising his brow in mock innocence, Teal'c replied smoothly.

"Indeed."

"Guess this means that now, Jack isn't the only one suffering from night terrors." He stated flatly.

***

Viviane collapsed, weak and spent. It had cost her greatly to dream walk with so many in such a brief span of the night. But it had been necessary. Turning her head, she noted that her twin Oberon was still in the throes of his dreaming, a look of terror on his handsome face. Casting her weakened energies forth, she realized that he was in danger of becoming too entangled in the dreams, of the one called Daniel. Summoning her last reserves of strength, she thrust herself physically forward, roughly shaking her sibling to rouse him.

Oberon felt her presence, unconsciously seeking her potent power, in the darkness that was the past's reality. Terror had imprisoned him and he'd almost drowned in the other man's nightmare. Waking from his trance, grasping at his Sister's arms, he gulped, trying to contain the demoralizing trembling and helpless fear, he'd just endured.

"It is as I feared Viviane... The evil one is here! We must take up arms and warn the others!"

"Hush my Brother." Viviane told him as she stroked his brow.

"It is only the horrors of the past which assail you. The evil one is no more. He was vanquished long ago!"

"Yet he is here once more!" He insisted vehemently.

"No! This man is not the one we knew! His soul was freed long ago and has moved forward in time, to relive once more."

Nodding at the wisdom of her words, Oberon calmed. He stilled, thinking deeply for a time, as Viviane continued to embrace him.

As a healer she felt dismayed; having insisted Oberon participate in this dream walk. Hoping, that if her compassionate sibling could comprehend the helpless horrors, his once bosom companion had endured, he would forgive at last. The pain of betrayal, so very long ago, had changed her gentle Brother. It was her fervent wish that his memory of those events be tempered with as much understanding, as they were laced with pain.

When she had caught her breath a bit, Viviane addressed her silent Brother once more.

"As I thought, they have found one another, despite the passage of time." She told him sagely.

"Fate has brought them to us, so we may accomplish our goal at last."

"So the O'Neill is enlightened then?" Oberon replied quietly, still struggling to let the frightening images he'd shared, fade.

He was still trembling slightly, with weariness and regret. At last he understood that his friend's betrayal, so very long ago had not been by choice; and a hidden pain began to ease, deep in his soul.

"Not fully, but he will soon come to us and all will be revealed. Now we must rest my Brother. Little remains of this night." Holding him close, she closed her eyes to rest.

Trusting that his Sister, the Merlin, had once again chosen their path wisely, Oberon returned her embrace and closed his eyes to seek his own repose.

***

Kris found the Colonel pacing to and fro, along the outer perimeter of the dwelling assigned them. She was used to his restlessness, he often fiddled with this or that, or paced absently, while forced to be idle. But, the tension in his body language clearly telegraphed more than boredom now.

"Colonel?" She questioned simply.

"What?" He responded flatly. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it just yet. Although just what it was, he still hadn't quite worked out yet.

Kris didn't need a house to fall on her, to understand the significance of his flat, one word, response. Standing quietly for a few moments, she came to a decision and using her newfound talent, invaded his thoughts.

Jack felt odd and fought to squelch the strange, fission of panic, which assailed him, as he became aware that he was not alone inside his head. Turning to look into Kris's deep green eyes, he ceased all movement.

Seeing the plea for trust in her eyes, as he heard it inside his own head, he relaxed. The memory of his past experiences came together at last, and he allowed her to communicate with him in this way.

With an effort, Jack reciprocated, traveling forth, at her invitation. This was no easy feat for a man who'd spent a lifetime guarding his secrets. Yet somehow, he found it easy, instantly conveying all the dreams and pertinent thoughts, of the past several days, in a heartbeat. All the while, each kept up a barrier of sorts, which prevented them, from venturing too far, into the mystic depth of each other's soul. Knowledge replaced wonder. Yet, this knowledge was incomplete.

"Well." Jack began, as he released his tenuous hold on Kris's consciousness. "That was special."

"Ah! Ever the master of sarcastic understatement!" Kris replied, laughing lightly.

Sobering, she lowered her voice to a conspirators whisper, concern tingeing her tone.

"How much do we tell the others?"

"About the mind meld, not a damn thing!"

Jack told her firmly. As usual, when faced with some new experience or concept, he sought a familiar frame of reference. Calling what they'd just shared a mild meld seemed appropriate and seeing Kris's bright smile of approval, he knew that it was both accurate and amusing. Now, the instinctual acceptance and comfort, he'd always felt around her all made sense.

Despite Jack's habitual taciturn ways, he had always been completely aware that Kris was at ease with him; finding some way to relate, despite any barriers he carefully constructed. Trusting her had been second nature to him for sometime now. Kris was more than partially responsible, for his full recovery, from his last injury. But more importantly, she'd kept his most guarded secrets. Juicy secrets at that and he knew, she'd keep this one now if needs be.

"Till we get more information and fill in a few more blanks, we keep this between us." Noting her quick nod of acceptance, he patted her arm affectionately.

"Until then, I say we need to gather up the rest of our team and pick their brains. I suspect we aren't the only ones who got a visit from the dream fairy last night." He told her as he watched the dawn break, thoughtfully.

"About that Jack." She looked deeply into his rich, sable brown eyes, as they reflected faint shimmers of the new dawn's light.

"We both know just who might be capable of something like this."

Seeing his features strain, as the sensible warrior side of his brain warred with his intuitive side, she smiled mischievously and added.

"Remember, I've just been inside that amazing labyrinth of a brain of yours Jack."

"Don't ya mean vacuous wasteland?" He replied with equal arch.

"Don't forget Sis, you aren't the only one whose been running willy-nilly inside another's brains." Reverting to his usual brand of humor, he went on teasingly. "So you find that kid Dean, endearing eh?"

Blushing slightly, Kris punched him playfully on the arm.

"Oh ho! What about your, shall we call them lusty feelings for a certain... oops!" Hearing the soft approach of footsteps, she immediately stifled any further teasing.

Jack's silent hand signal had her pulling her sidearm from its holster and taking a battle stance, at his side.

Tristan came face to face with the O'Neill at last, mildly amused that he, his arms laden with foodstuffs, would be perceived as a threat. Looking directly into the calm and deadly eyes, of the man he'd heard so much about in the last day, he was sure that this warrior would not hesitant to kill him in a heartbeat; his respect soared.

"I see that my Father's impression of you is an accurate one, Pendragon." He said with panache, looking pointedly at the P-90. "But, will you kill the man who brings you the means to break your fast?"

Jack lowered his weapon slightly, keeping his finger alongside the trigger. Cocking his head to one side, he appraised the young looking man in front of him. A flash of memory tickled him and he employed his newfound talent, silently questioning Kris as to the man's identity.

'Who is this?' His mind whispered.

'Tristan, Oberon's Son; I think he has a crush on Janet, he was checking her out, the whole way back from the Gate.' Kris's mind whispered back.

'Too much information Kris!' He admonished her ruefully.

'Strikes me as more than just Oberon's kid.' Jack's mind continued, searching his newfound archive of memories, as he looked the other man in the eye. 'This guy has the same jaded look in his eyes that his old man has. I'd say he is way older than he appears.'

Realizing that Tristan had been speaking, Jack shut off the mind meld.

"Sorry?"

"I asked if you had slept well?" Tristan repeated.

His voice held just a touch too much irony, alerting both Jack and Kris, he knew more about the past night's events than was comfortable.

"Peachy, thanks." Jack replied succinctly, his expression carefully benign. Feigning interest in the large basket Tristan carried, he changed the subject, searching his mind for more information all the while.

"I'm famished, what have you got in the basket?" He asked, indicating Tristan should precede him inside.

Kris shook her head, adaptable as always and followed. But something troubling, suddenly popped into her memory. 'Or should I say my past memories?' She told herself ruefully.

Careful to exhibit no outward signs, Kris gently eased into Jack's consciousness once more.

Tristan had set the huge, overfilled, basket of food, on the large table in the common room and was chatting amiably with the Colonel. Teal'c, hearing the sound of voices, entered the room and bowed slightly in greeting.

Jack, searching the basket with one hand and holding his P-90 with the other, felt Kris ease in for another mind meld. 'This is getting easy. But, why do I get the feeling I may never have another moments privacy again?' He quipped, sending forth the thought in an ironic whispered.

***

Hearing the sound of O'Neill and Tristan's voices coming from the common room, Teal'c, noting that Daniel Jackson slumbered undisturbed once more, moved swiftly forth, to join them.

Taking his cue from his Warrior Brother, Teal'c displayed greedy interest in the food that Tristan was carefully unloading from the basket. But in truth, he covertly watched the other three inhabitants of the room.

Kris he noticed was staring quietly from under lowered lashes at O'Neill, taking in his seemingly unconcerned and slightly inane, conversation with Tristan, affecting an air of infatuated bliss. Had he not known the lady well and been such a keen observer of others, Teal'c would have missed her underlying intense concentration. There was something unique in her body language and stance. She seemed to fairly vibrate, with the energy directed toward O'Neill, almost as if she could instill him with the essence of her silent thoughts.

O'Neill for his part, was chattering away, an oddity in itself, asking Tristan deceivingly naive questions about the Faer Folk.

Tristan, his attentions on the task at hand, failed to notice, as O'Neill sent a quick and intense look, of his own to Kris; Teal'c became even more intrigued. He knew that look, it was the one O'Neill had used often, the one that said, 'I agree and this just got more dangerous!'

Something of significance had definitely occurred, causing both the Captain and O'Neill, to shift into 'special ops mode.' Teal'c was seasoned enough to bide his time and back them up, confident O'Neill would fill him in fully, when the time was right.

Still, his curiosity was piqued. Just what was his sly friend up to now? It was becoming most difficult to keep up the pretense that he found O'Neill as dense, as he would have others believe. Of late, it had in fact, begun to annoy him. Despite the understanding that such pretense provided much in the way of tactical advantage and stimulated the talents and initiative, of other team members, it often caused others to grossly underestimate O'Neill. Teal'c searched his much suppressed emotional side, as to the cause of this annoyance. He'd spent a lifetime denying his own great intellect and feelings, but that had been necessary to preserve his life. Now that it was no longer a requirement, he supposed those long suppressed emotions, was the cause of his pique and set it aside for later contemplation.

Jack, despite the dual dialogue he was maintaining with Tristan and Kris, felt T's irritation. Recently, he'd been picking up an odd assortment of vague messages, which Teal'c seemed to be telegraphing his way. He'd put it down to fatigue on his part, Teal'c rarely indulged in criticism, but Jack's newfound talent alerted him that this was more than fatigue. Teal'c was actually, if only momentarily, pissed at him! The realization rattled him slightly and he felt Kris share his dismay. It was time he got rid of Tristan and shared some of his new Intel with his team. Smiling, in what he hoped was a benign and friendly way he dismissed the man politely.

"Tristan, my thanks for the food. But, it is time my warriors and I, gathered to prepared for the meeting we have at midday with your Father."

Taking no offense, Tristan bowed slightly and left, rushing off, to inform his Father of what little information he had gleaned. He had not been taken in by the O'Neill's simpleton act; yet, he'd learned nothing of significance.

Nothing except, O'Neill was every bit as cunning, as Tristan had supposed he would be.

***

It wasn't hard for Kris to discern that Jack needed a moment with Teal'c to disentangle their emotions. She too had perceived that the normally serene Teal'c was at the very, least disturbed, despite his outwardly projected calm.

Wondering if hence forth, she would be gifted with a heightened sensitivity to all those around her, or just Jack, Kris sought permission to wake Dr. Fraiser and the others.

"Colonel perhaps I should go and wake..."

Knowing what she was about to say and why, Jack interrupted her, squaring his shoulders and coughing slightly, giving Teal'c the impression that he was about to enter into something awkward, as well as unpleasant.

"Good idea Captain. Take your time, I need to fill Teal'c in on a few particulars."

Sending Jack psychic whispers of reassurance, Kris left them to sort things out.

Teal'c stood impassively waiting for O'Neill to "fill him in."

Jack stood awkwardly for a moment collecting his thoughts. He wondered what catalyst had caused his normally phlegmatic companion, to project such a wave of irritation. Still puzzled, Jack decided to take the bull by its horns, with his usual finesse.

"So ah T'. What's stuck in your craw?"

"As I have not yet eaten O'Neill, nothing has lodged in my throat." He responded.

"Funny Teal'c. While I appreciate the humor, I'd prefer it if you'd just come to the point. You are annoyed with me?"

"It would seem that I was momentarily, I believe the word is disenchanted."

Dumbfounded Jack could only think of one reply.

"What?"

"I believe that the source of my ire is your continual use of deception O'Neill." Teal'c told him, cocking an eyebrow with chagrin.

"In others words, you feel, I am keeping you in the dark?" Jack asked him succinctly, understanding that this was about more than just recent events.

"Indeed. Is it not so?" Teal'c confirmed.

"It is so. But, as always, I have my reasons." Jack told him. He wasn't used to having to explain himself. His rank and natural reticence usually prevented others from pressing him for details.

"Of that I am aware. However, it is clear from your behavior this morning that both you and the Captain, are involved in subterfuge once again." Teal'c told him, petulantly.

"Now see that has me a bit puzzled T. In all the time I have known you, you've never once expected more of me than I was willing to give." Jack told him, his bewilderment a palpable thing.

"I do not fully understand myself O'Neill." Teal'c told him, his tone making it clear that he himself was at a loss to explain. "It is most strange."

"Teal'c did you by chance have any peculiar dreams last night?" Jack asked.

"Indeed I did O'Neill." Teal'c confirmed.

"But, I am unable to remember them. I find this lack of clear communication, with myself, most disheartening."

Jack, now highly attuned to his friend's unspoken thoughts, grasped his meaning.

"It must be quite difficult. Dreams are, as I understand it, no replacement to the clarity you once attained with Kelnoreem."

Jack had once had occasion, to experience the art of Kelnoreem or meditation, finding it an interesting way to get in touch with his inner self. Since Teal'c had lost his symbiote this form of rest had been replaced by the need to dream. Teal'c was as yet, still a novice in filtering out which dreams were beneficial and which were, merely the mind sorting though chaos.

"You are implying that my dreaming, has in some way, influenced my usual tolerance O'Neill?"

"It makes sense T'." Jack stated firmly, putting T's annoyance down to crankiness.

Teal'c too seemed to find this explanation acceptable. Lifting his eyebrow, he nodded once and queried.

"You were about to "fill me in" O'Neill."

Jack O'Neill had learned long ago to trust only a handful of people with his life. But, he had never learned to fully trust anyone, with the secrets of his soul. A lifetime of wearing a mask was not so easily put aside. Yet, in the span of only a few short hours, he had done so with Kris, letting her further into his mind than he would have ever believed possible. He'd known since they'd first met that Teal'c understood him far better than any other man, they shared a bond more tensile than blood, a bond of Brothers of the spirit, so to speak. And if anyone would guard and protect his secrets, it would be this battle hardened, fellow veteran.

Still, it was hard to know where to begin. Sighing, he quipped under his breath, 'Once more into the breach!'

"You are not the only one who suffered a visit from the dream fairy last night Teal'c. Both Kris and I, had similar dreams." Jack began in a hushed voice, still not fully sure they hadn't suffered some kind of mutual delusion.

"It was very vivid. In fact, we believe it was a replay of a past memory." Jack ran his hand over the back of his neck, as the tingling sensations increased.

"What I am trying to tell you, amazing as it seems, is that both Kris and I, have lived before."

Teal'c cocked his head to one side listening intently; he blinked briefly in quiet reception of this revelation.

Reading nothing but calm acceptance in the other man's countenance, Jack continued carefully.

"I'm planning to share the content of those dreams with the others T'. But, there is one nighttime 'revelation' I'm only willing to share with only you. In our past life..." He started, feeling slightly foolish and not knowing exactly why, he hesitated.

Teal'c clearly understanding the difficulty O'Neill was encountering ventured a guess.

"You and Captain Martin were more than just fellow inhabitants of this past life, were you not O'Neill?" Teal'c prompted.

"For crying out loud, this is damn hard!" Jack whispered roughly, running his hands through his unruly short hair.

"Apparently she was my Sister... My twin Sister and we shared some kind of special connection, which allowed us to, well, read each others thoughts."

Teal'c now grasped the meaning behind a great many puzzling occurrences he'd noted, involving both the Captain and O'Neill, it also explained her uncanny ability to relate to him. Further, he understood the necessity of keeping this kind of ability a secret.

"Such abilities could prove to be of great advantage O'Neill. But, they could also prove to be dangerous to you both. We must unfortunately, keep this information from the others, if possible."

Releasing a relaxing breath, Jack responded gratefully.

"I knew you'd understand T'. It's not just my life we are protecting here. What worries me is just how much these Faer Folk know about our talents already. I think this Merlin of theirs has been mucking around in our dreams. If she can do that, what can we do to prevent her from doing much more?"

Jack told him with disgust, hating to think of the many disastrous possibilities.

"If what Daniel Jackson has told us is fact, then Viviane does posses such vast power. It is indeed, a dangerous situation, in which we now find ourselves O'Neill." Teal'c agreed.

"Did I just hear my name?" Daniel asked, his eyebrow rose in defense, as he and the others entered the room.

"What danger Sir?" Sam Carter inquired, dismissing Daniel's defensive question and getting to the meat, of the thread of conversation, they'd just overheard.

'I hope I gave you enough time Jack?' Kris asked him, by way of their mutual ability. 'The Major was already headed this way and was difficult to stall.'

'Just enough, I've told Teal'c about our talent.' Jack, feeling her tense in silent alarm, added. 'No worries, T' won't let it slip.'

Feeling Kris's trusting acceptance of his judgment, he addressed himself to the rest of the team.

"Before we come to that Carter, there is something I need to ask all of you to do."

Noting that each of their faces reflected their willingness to follow him anywhere, he continued.

"Tell me about your dreams."

"Sir?" Carter asked, both shocked and confused. It was the last request she would have anticipated coming from the Colonel.

"Tell me about any dreams or nightmares, you had last night."

Jack clarified firmly, making it a request, but with the underlying intent to change it to an order, if any one of them chose not to comply, shading his tone.

Janet Fraiser blushed furiously as the Colonel's eyes rested on her. She had spent the night drifting in erotic dreams of bliss, with the young man Tristan. This was one admission she was not going to share without an explanation!

"Sir, with respect, precisely why would our dreams be of any importance?"

Noting her flushed cheeks and neck; Jack surmised that her dreams had been of an intimate nature. He wondered who the lucky fellow was? But, taking pity on the woman who had always treated his most embarrassing secrets with care, he reciprocated the kindness.

"Fine Doc, you go last." He said with a lopsided grin. "Dean?"

Lost in thought as he reviewed his nocturnal voyage into the world of ArtGywr, Spud vaguely heard the question.

"Sir?"

"Your dream Dean, I'd like to discuss it now if you please?" Jack told him, using the same reassuring tone; he'd used to calm the kid last night.

"Yes Sir, sorry. I was just reviewing it in my mind."

Looking to his Commander and Hero trustingly, he began.

"I dreamt I was ArtGywr, in the middle of a battle. The man I was fighting with a sword was my Son."

Gulping, audibly Spud continued his recitation.

"I... I killed him. That is, I inflicted a mortal wound, as I too lay wounded. And then Colonel, you were there. In battle fatigues at first and then, wearing leather armor. You killed him Sir; mercifully, you cut his throat. My Son, he was Dr. Jackson and yet he was not. His eyes glowed Sir, just like a Goa'uld... He was a Goa'uld Sir, you had no choice."

Hearing Dr. Jackson's gasp, he hesitated.

The anguish of this past event was clearly reflected on the kid's face and in his tone. Jack shared it with him, feeling slightly guilty for making him relive it.

"Go on Dean. Then what happened?" Jack prompted him quietly.

"Then you were holding me Sir, but you were someone else. I called you Taliesin. You told me that you would use your powers to heal me, but it was too late. Some kind of poison had been introduced into the wound, must have been on the axe Medrawt, the Goa'uld used."

He stopped, looking compassionately into the eyes of the man who'd been his friend.

"Then I made you promise me something Sir."

Jack, his mind now back in the throes of the dream, along with young Dean, finished the saga for him.

"I promised you that I would return your body to Avallo and destroy the Womb of the Goddess, so none could journey there to further threaten our people. But, there was one more promise made. One we have yet to fulfill you and I." He told him sadly, his eyes boring into those of the young man.

"I promised you'd live again."

"My God Jack do you have any idea what it is you are saying?" Daniel demanded.

This was all too outrageously fantastic! Jack O'Neill the cynic, the man who believed in no myths, sounded completely at ease, with this incredible revelation. But beyond that, his own dream now made perfect sense and frankly, it blew Daniel away!

" No not entirely Daniel. That is why we are all going to share our dreams. There are still a few blanks that need filling." Jack told him calmly.

"And then I have a little business to take care of with this so called Merlin, Viviane." He added ominously.

***

Two hours later, they'd pieced together quite a tale. One worthy of Mallory, Sam thought wryly. Of the group, she had been the only one spared any unusual dreams. Her night having been filled, with dreams of the events of the past two days, she'd admitted readily to the group; omitting only her worry over the man, she secretly loved more than any other, without remorse.

Janet's dreams had likewise added little in the way of information. She'd admitted that they'd been of a carnal nature, blushing all the while, but nothing within them had a bearing on recent events. Jack, hoping to spare her any further humiliation, refrained from requesting any additional details. He knew that if anything of importance popped into the Doctor's mind, she'd share it readily.

Teal'c still had no clear memory of any of his dreams. Yet, he too was confident that they did not shed any further light on the odd saga they'd uncovered; that was good enough for O'Neill.

"Alright, first we eat. I don't want any of us to be at less than peak performance." Jack began, laying out his strategy.

"I've got a feeling someone will be along in a bit, to escort us to this meeting with Oberon; lets see how forthcoming the man is. Then, at the first opportunity we confront Viviane." He told them ominously. "Keep your eyes and minds open."

"Jack, I still maintain that these people pose no threat to us." Daniel insisted, ever the open-minded pacifist.

"Then Danny boy, they have nothing fear from us either." Jack told him flatly.

"But, I am tired of being played and kept in the dark!" He added in a sepulchral tone.

Jack O'Neill, Colonel, Commander and battle-hardened warrior, was now in full combat mode.

Catching Kris's eye, he heard her once again in his head.

'Easy Jack, you go into that meeting looking like that and they are going to run for the hills!'

Realizing she had a point, Jack squared his shoulders and in the blink of an eye, changed his body stance and expression, into his most dangerous disguise; benign friendliness.

'Better Jack.' Kris's mind whispered. 'Much better, we'll catch more flies with honey.' Hearing his groan of, 'Oh how cliché!' in her head, she smiled wryly.

Jack O'Neill had just shifted into his special ops and oh so very deadly, stealth mode.

On to Part III