The look on Sam's face was worth seeing, and not least so because Daniel knew exactly how she felt. He felt the same way every time they encountered an unknown set of ruins, an amazing new artifact, or an exciting culture no one had met before.
“Daniel, I--really? How? Where?”
“Don't throw a party yet, it's not hundred-percent certain that it's what I think it is. It was quite a puzzle to begin with, though now it looks really convincing. See, I've only recently had the time and the chance to study all the things we found in the Avalon caves in Glastonbury.”
He might've had the time before, but with Vala constantly peering over his shoulder, he had preferred concentrating on stone tablets and vases and statues instead of the artifacts made of precious metals and jewels. Now she was gone. Of course, it was relieving, in a way, and to say that he missed being stuck with her would've been ridiculous. Still, he did miss her. He was angry at her for what she had done, although it had been her quick action in flying that ship into the nearly complete supergate that had saved them all. And he refused to believe that she might be dead. She was alive, out there somewhere, in the Ori galaxy, probably driving them all nuts.
“And?” Sam asked.
“So. There was that book that we found there which told the story of the Ancients, or the Alterans, an amazing thing in itself, but of course you already know all about that. Now, I had the time to read it through properly, and see what else it contained. In a chapter that told of several Alterans of note, there was a mention of a group of twelve, the Duodecim--that was the only name used of them -- who studied the secrets of the universe, time, infinity and eternity.”
“An Ancient research team! Of course they can't always have had all the knowledge we now know they came to possess--of course someone has invented all that amazing technology--though, this has to be a newer team, right? Since the Avalon caves are not nearly as old as many other Ancients' ruins and devices we have met?” she spoke vivaciously. “But--did you say you've actually found out where they worked? And it's right here, in our galaxy?”
Daniel beamed at her, completely sharing the eager feelings. “Yes--yeah, you see, the book, that was just the beginning of the puzzle. After I had found that one mention of the group, I started looking for other things that might be related to it. I came up with this.”
With a flourish, Daniel revealed something he had been hiding behind his back: a sizable silvery platter with a set of carvings and precious stones in its rim. Sam took it and frowned, gazing at her reflection in the gleaming surface.
“The carvings in the rim contain the word Duodecim, and then a set of six words, which obviously form a gate address. It took me a while to figure it out, since they're not the usual gate chevrons, but I think I have it now. The words refer to the Latin names for the constellations that correspond to the gate chevrons. As far as I know, no one knows the names for all those found on the gate, since there are many more than what one could learn through studying antique literature. But matching them shouldn't be that difficult with some help from someone who knows astronomy...”
“The names would be based on what the constellations look like from Earth's point of view, right? I'll just go fetch my star atlas, and we can get started!"
"Sam, wait. There's something else you'll absolutely have to see," Daniel said, and reached to take the platter back. "First, I thought this was all about the gate address, just a piece telling other Alterans where to find the place. But there's more to it than that."
He pressed one of the stones set into the rim, and the silvery surface lit up. "Here. Try pressing different stones. Just don't press that red one again, since that'll turn it off."
The previously mirror-like platter now showed a room containing a stargate. The room was so narrow that there was probably just enough space for the gate to open without vaporizing the walls. Since the view was from the direction where the DHD would usually lie, it was impossible to tell whether there actually was one, or how long the room was.
Sam pressed one of the jewels, and the view changed to another room. Its shape and size looked similar to the previous one's, but it was more like a laboratory, full of different kinds of devices of all sizes and shapes, computer screens and what seemed very much like sample jars and test tubes.
Another jewel, and another view, though the room was again identical in floor plan. An Ancient gateship filled most of it.
"Daniel--if you knew there was one of those in there, why didn't you just tell me right away?"
"Wasn't it a lot more fun to find out for yourself?"
She grinned. "Well, now that you mention it... I can just imagine all the things we could find there--I'm sure we'd get another ZPM, not to mention a lot of new technology that we've never even seen before..."
The fourth button revealed a room that resembled Daniel's office. It was full of artifacts, probably from hundreds of different cultures, books, and other methods of storing knowledge, such as hand-held computers.
"There are twelve of those rooms, just like there are twelve stones. Twelve workrooms, one for each of the Duodecim, each of whom had their own particular field of research. Still, I don't think that the gate room, for example, is where the stargate was first invented. After all, I'm pretty certain they already had that technology before they came to our galaxy. Perhaps they were trying to develop it further, somehow. Maybe the Duodecim were a team experimenting with high-tech that might not even work properly..."
"Daniel, we've got to get there. Let's figure out that address."
To say that he enjoyed the situation was a mild way to put it, really. After the weeks he had spent trying to convince the former members of SG-1 to return to that team, suddenly the team had come to him. They were not actually SG-1 yet, no patches, and the designation, though used, was still temporary, but for all intents and purposes, the team was there. Not because of what he had done, just all thanks to an Ancient set of silverware. Of course they were going, and he was every bit as eager to go as the two scientists. Even the rest of the crew in the control room looked anxious.
Mitchell was sure he could hear a slight quiver in Harriman's voice as he declared his usual "Chevron seven locked."
The MALP was not affected by the mood. Its climb up the ramp seemed to take ages. When it finally entered the event horizon, Jackson and Carter had their noses practically pressed against the screen, waiting for the data to show up.
The screen stayed blank.
"Connection lost," Harriman told. "I'm sorry."
"It never made it through the gate at the other end," Carter said. "There's probably an iris of some sort there. Or then the gate's been buried or blocked and the place just isn't there anymore."Jackson shook his head as he glanced at the silver platter he had placed on the table. It still showed a mostly empty room with an inactive gate. "I was kind of hoping that the platter was a real-time thing, like a web cam, but of course it's much more likely that it just shows pictures--I mean, it doesn't even look like anything that carries a power source strong enough to receive a signal from a planet far removed from Earth. For all we know, that science lab could've been destroyed thousands of years ago."
"Hey, hey, we're not giving up yet, are we? It's still more than possible it's there. Ancients' stuff is built to last, come rain or come shine. Have you went through all the Avalon artifacts already? If there's an iris, maybe we just need a GDO," Mitchell suggested.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Look for a GDO. Back to the drawing board."
Sam took the plate and turned it around in her hands. "It's got a set of stones, though there's just ten of them, and there's some text too. Can you translate this?"
Daniel nodded. "They look like random words. Aeternitas, astri, tempus, terra, infinitus, universitas... Wait! Universe, time, infinity, eternity! All the four subjects mentioned in the book are here. Could it be that simple?"
"That's the code we need to open the iris? The stones corresponding to those words in that order?"
"It's certainly worth trying."
"That's it. Let's see if it worked."
The MALP rolled up the ramp again and went through the gate.
He was holding his breath, and he could guess that every single one of the crowd in the control room was doing the same.
"Receiving MALP telemetry," Walter announced.
"Yes!" Daniel exclaimed triumphantly, exactly at same time with Sam, though she sat behind the screen in the room above.
Mitchell's "Yeah!" came only a few seconds after them.
The view was familiar from what they had seen on the platter. A small, narrow room, just large enough for the gate. At the far end of the room stood the DHD, and behind it was a doorway.
"It looks safe. Atmosphere's normal, temperature at 80 degrees, and no signs of anyone there so far. General?" Sam turned to look at Landry, eyebrows raised.
He nodded, smiling. "SG-1, you have a go. We'll be expecting to get plenty of souvenirs."
"Sure thing, sir," Sam replied, and headed down to the gate room.
Sam and Daniel sprinted up the ramp, and though Mitchell and Teal'c followed more slowly, Mitchell's steps did have a clearly bouncy quality to them.
"It would appear Christmas has come early this year," Teal'c noted.
Jackson lead the way to the doorway and through it, and was the first to say out loud what everyone thought.
"This certainly wasn't on the platter!"
The room was slightly larger than the one with the gate, and different in shape. The walls consisted of twelve open doorways leading into each direction, and thin corner columns between them. But what caught everyone's attention was the large thing that stood on a low pedestal in the middle of the room. It looked like a rectangular slab of ice, partially transparent and shimmering. It had no frames except on one side, which was lined by a silvery casing. Mitchell had never seen anything like it before. Not that it was a surprise, though. After all, this place was supposed to be filled with stuff unlike anything they had ever seen.
"This device looks vaguely familiar," Teal'c noted.
"I think so too, Teal'c. It's a bit like the quantum mirror we found from P3R-233--though it's clearly not identical, and it's considerably bigger," Carter said.
Jackson had already found something else of interest. Around the device were several tables filled with smaller things. Some of them were silver platters and plates similar to the ones they had found at Avalon, while others were, again, not like anything Mitchell had ever seen. He moved over to Jackson's side, to take a closer look.
Carter, on the other hand, concentrated on the large device. "The quantum mirror's made of naquada, but I don't think this is -- the material looks all wrong. And... wow! The amount of energy that's stored in here is just incredible," she muttered, as she knelt down to examine its foot and the pedestal.
"I think there's a ZPM set into the base of it!" Carter added, reaching to try and pull it out.
Jackson was holding a silvery-black something he had picked up.
Mitchell glanced at the things on the table, and grabbed one of the plates.
The heavy sound of stone grating against stone snapped SG-1 out of their eager exploration. With speed that took them by surprise, large slabs of dark stone slid down to cover each of the twelve doorways.
Teal'c rushed to the nearest door. It was already too low for anyone to try and escape through it, so he stuck his staff weapon under it. That didn't slow down the inevitably closing door at all. Instead, the staff snapped neatly in half, and the part that remained under the falling stone was crushed into tiny pieces.
The three other members of the team gazed at Teal'c, each with a dumbstruck and somewhat guilty expression. Each of them was touching something.
"I will not ask which one of you caused this, for that would be difficult to tell, and irrelevant in the current situation."
Teal'c was right. Maybe it was Sam trying to get the ZPM out that had closed the doors, or maybe Mitchell had pressed a button on the plate, or then maybe Daniel had done something with this, whatever it was he was holding. It looked like a large antique belt buckle, except it was made of a silvery material like the plates and platters, with black decorations that might or might not be used to control whatever this was. So far, he hadn't been able to turn it on. Or maybe he had, but he just hadn't noticed it, and that had been the reason why the doors had closed. He couldn't know for sure.
Daniel dropped the artifact on the table and turned to face the walls. As he looked, rows of text began to form in the previously smooth stone surfaces, as if carved by invisible, impossibly fast-working chisels, accompanied by a silent, scraping sound, like sand blown against stone.
In less than a minute, each of the twelve door slabs was carved with a text in a different alphabet. He recognized some of them right away, such as Egyptian hieroglyphs, the heavily modified, yet Latin-based script of the nomadic people on P4T-3G6, something written with the modern alphabet in a language that he wasn't certain of, and one text in Ancient. That was the one most likely to tell how they could reopen the doors, so he decided to look at it first.
"All right... I think this is just what we need," he said to the others. "It says that the room has been sealed to protect everyone and everything from the great power... No, wait, not power, it's... Energy, I think that's it. From the great energy of the--this is a word I've never seen before..." There was some stone dust on the text, and he reached to brush it off.
As his hand touched the stone, there was a blinding flash of light, a searing pain climbed up his arm, and the jolt tossed him away from the wall. He lost consciousness before he hit the ground.
"Rule one from now on! No touching! Hands off everything alien!" Mitchell yelled, as he ran closer. So far, every time someone had touched something in this room, things had taken a turn for the worse. Just how bad this was exactly, he couldn't be sure, before Carter told him.
"He's stopped breathing. Pulse is erratic," she said, and without wasting more time, started mouth to mouth.
Teal'c had knelt next to Jackson as well, his usually placid face showing open concern. Mitchell stayed a few steps away, with the oddest feeling that he was an outsider. SG-1 had encountered numerous emergency situations of several kinds out in the field, but never before in this composition, and under his command. Of course he was worried for Jackson, as one of the team, and as a friend, but Teal'c, Jackson and Carter had over eight years of common history. It would take a long time for Mitchell to become as close to them, if it happened at all.
It wouldn't simply end here, he didn't believe that for one second.
"Come on, Daniel..." he muttered, instinctively using Jackson's first name.
Carter paused to check Jackson's breathing again. This time, she cast a relieved smile in Mitchell's direction, a smile he was quick to return.
A few seconds later, Jackson's eyes opened wide. "God... What was that?" he gasped.
"It seemed like a powerful electric shock," Teal'c suggested.
"How're you feeling, Daniel?" Carter asked.
"Sam, I'm... My hand... I don't think I can move my fingers. I can't even feel them." The way he said it suggested that it probably hurt like hell, too, but he just didn't want to say that.
As Carter turned to take a look, Mitchell followed her gaze. The tips of Jackson's fingers were burned black, and the rest of the hand was red and swollen, seeping blood. He tried to raise his hand so he could see it for himself, but Carter pressed it down at the elbow.
"Daniel, just take it easy. It doesn't look good, but I'm sure doctor Lam will be able to fix it once we get back. In the mean time, you'll have to do with my bandaging and pain medication."
Mitchell grimaced. Once they got back. Getting back might depend largely on Jackson, since he was the only one who was able to read the texts on the walls. He just really didn't want to start kicking and dragging Jackson up to work again. They were not in a hurry. With the standard rations they had, they'd last a few days in here. Or maybe the way out would have nothing at all to do with the writings. Mitchell would do his best to figure that out. If there was another way out, he'd find it.
Apparently, Jackson didn't need anyone to tell him what to do. Despite the fact that he kept biting his teeth together, grimacing and occasionally grunting all the way through Carter's bandaging the burned skin of his hand, he started struggling to get up as soon as she was done. Both Teal'c and Carter tried to restrain him.
"Sam, Teal'c," Jackson resisted. "That Ancient text's important. It might just be the only thing that'll tell us how to get out. I've got to finish reading it! Please."
Mitchell frowned, but he did agree with Jackson. "I'm sorry, guys, but I think he really should finish the translation."
"That may indeed be true," Teal'c said, and since Sam nodded as well, the two of them helped Jackson up.
"Just stay far from that wall," Mitchell added.
"All right," Daniel turned his attention to the text. Nothing like an all-important translation to take his thoughts away from all the discomfort. "So, yes. Just like I thought. We've been sealed in to protect everyone from the great power of the--something--an unknown word--that may be released in... tests, or tries, I think it means experiments. We're caught in an Ancient isolation lab."
"Is that all there is?" Teal'c asked.
"No, it goes on. It says that once the experiments are concluded and it is safe to leave the room, one must simply touch the walls from first to last. Of course, there's a warning at the end: 'Beware, you who come with the wrong intentions, lacking the wisdom and knowledge that is required.' Apparently, that was my problem. Didn't have enough wisdom and knowledge."
"You simply touched the wrong wall," Sam said. "So, the Ancient text can't be the first one... From first to last--I guess that means putting them in chronological order, and some of the other texts has to be older than it. So, it's a puzzle, and we've just got to figure out the right order."
"...and if we don't get it right, then the walls will electrocute us, or something equally unpleasant," Mitchell grimaced.
"Yeah..." Daniel breathed, hanging his head. "And not that I'd like to sound depressing, but I'm not sure I can translate all of them. I think--and I'm not even sure--that that one over there is in Polish, and this here is a form of Brahmi script unfamiliar to me--and there are a few texts written in scripts I don't think I've met before. Translating them without any idea of context is, well, as much as I hate to say it, pretty much impossible."
"Still, Daniel, you don't actually need to translate them all completely, do you? We just need to know the order, so can't you deduce which one came first?" Sam tried to sound encouraging.
"Maybe. But I can't be certain. Take this hieroglyphic text, for example. Now, I recognized it right away as the Great Hymn to the Aten from the 18th dynasty, a well known text. But had I not known the alphabet well enough to read it and recognize the text... The hieroglyphic writing was in use for thousands of years. Just knowing that this is something written in ancient Egyptian would not be enough to place it chronologically among the texts. And all I can say about that Brahmi text is that such a script was used sometime between 5th century BC and 4th century AD... And that's talking about a script that I can recognize, unlike several others."
"Jackson, you can figure this out. You're the best there is for a job like this," Mitchell told him. "Just rest a while before you get to work, and take your time, we're not in a hurry."
Daniel sighed and sat down on the floor. Sam offered him a blanket, though he wasn't feeling particularly cold.
"Sam... I really don't think I can translate it all," he told her. "In the end, it might come down to trial and error... Just trying to touch the walls in some possible order, hoping that it's the right one, and that no one gets killed if it's not."
He could either sit on the floor or, when
he grew too anxious, pace around the room, keeping a safe distance to
the walls.
Mitchell had tried to think of possible ways of
getting out. He had walked around the room so many times already that
he was afraid he'd start wearing a canyon to the floor. At least
that'd make it more interesting. He had already examined every inch
of it, and it was all the same, a kind of dark-brown rock, just like
the walls.
The ceiling was different, glowing with white
light. He had located a circular area in it that wasn't
glowing,
and looked different from the rest. It might be a hatch of some kind,
but it was so high up that reaching it would require either a ladder
or some amazing acrobatics, a real human pyramid. And that would be
very hard to do without touching the walls.
He tried to cling
to the faint hope that the people from the SGC would come and get
them out. SG-1 was already late from their first scheduled check with
the folks back at home. Mitchell hadn't asked
Carter, but he
could guess on his own that the walls were more than just regular
rock. They'd probably not let a radio signal through. Their radios
had stayed silent since they got stuck in here.
Even if
Stargate Command figured out that something was wrong, they wouldn't
be able to get through. Since they'd not been sure how the iris on
this gate worked, SG-1 had taken the Ancient GDO with them. It was
still in Jackson's backpack. So, unless the tech crew at the SGC
first managed to find a way to override the iris and then to break
through the Ancient isolation walls, they'd not be getting any help
from the outside.
The walls were doors. The most reasonable,
logical way out would be through them. Shooting them would be stupid,
with the huge risk that they would reflect anything shot at them and
send things ricocheting around the room. So, getting the doors to
open would require them to figure out the right order. Or,
rather, would require Jackson to figure it out. If he
could.
Jackson wasn't looking too good. He had hardly said a
word after he'd translated the Ancient text. He'd asked Sam to dig
out a bunch of books and notebooks from his backpack. A real library.
Mitchell could hardly believe he always carried all that around. And
now Jackson was sitting on the floor, books scattered all about him,
his injured right hand resting on his left shoulder. He used his left
hand to awkwardly leaf through his older notes. Every now and then
he'd turn to look at one of the walls and frown or shake his head to
himself.
Teal'c had sat down next
to
Jackson, hardly saying much either, but offering his silent support.
He really had a talent for that.
Mitchell had always
considered himself a patient man. He'd never have gotten where he was
now without years and years of hard work. When he had been injured in
the battle above Antarctica, he'd went through countless hours of
strenuous exercise, first learning to walk again, then struggling to
regain the strength he had had before the crash.
Now, he
really didn't feel all that patient. This silence was maddening. And
they hadn't even been here that long yet. A few hours. Time seemed to
be moving so slowly when there was nothing to do but wait and
think.
Carter was still trying to figure out the ice device.
Now that they'd decided not to touch anything, she kept her distance
and concentrated on scanning it with every bit of equipment she had.
So far, she'd only come up with the fact that it really was powered
by a Zero Point Module, but they were too afraid to try and screw it
out. She and Teal'c had discussed the possibility that the device was
related to the quantum mirror that could transport people to
alternate universes. Even if it was, they'd probably need a
controller to activate it.
If the thing was the quantum
mirror's big brother, it would offer one possible way out. If Jackson
couldn't figure out the texts, then they might have to try that. On
the other hand, they might just end up in another room just like
this, just as closed and sealed.
Trying to think of something
even remotely useful to do, Mitchell walked to the nearest table and
stared at the things on it. As if he could understand anything about
any of them. Especially without even touching anything.
"But
maybe, just maybe, I was a bit too strict to say that we shouldn't
touch anything at all," he thought aloud.
"Sorry?"
Carter said, turning her face away from the silvery casing at the
side of the mirror to look at him.
"I was just
thinking... If this really is a lab where they studied that huge
block of ice, and this stuff on the tables is their research
equipment, why would they booby trap it?"
"I think
you've got a point. The walls would both keep the rest of the world
safe in case something went wrong with the experiments, and deal with
any unwanted visitors. So they might not need extra
protection... On the other hand, maybe they would have set extra
safeguards on their equipment, such as requiring the person handling
them to have the Ancient gene."
"Yeah... But what if
one of the things on that table really is the key to that
mirror-whatever-device-thingy, and it turns out being our best chance
for getting out? I think we really need to know if it's safe to touch
that stuff. And I guess there's just one way to be sure. Keep an eye
on me, will you?" he asked, and reached out his hand to touch
the nearest plate.
He didn't feel anything special. Nothing
happened. He grabbed the plate and lifted it from the table, turned
it around in his hands. Nothing.
He had wasted hours walking
around the room when all this stuff had been waiting here all the
time.
"All right, people. I think this might actually be
safe. Carter, care to take a look at this stuff?"
At least he had translated it. That had to
count for something. And he did know that the nomad named Shamda had
told stories much like this one, so it wasn't as if he had never
heard of anything like this.
He turned to look at another
wall, one of the scripts he just couldn't place. The signs were
abstract as far as he could see, no clear references to actual
objects, and looked simple and geometrical. And didn't say anything
to him.
They knew the Ancients could travel in time. There
was possibly a timeship right behind one of the doors. Maybe some of
these texts were from the future. Then he'd have no way of knowing
the exact order.
For a while, he had started feeling better.
He'd stayed on the floor, doing nothing but thinking and reading his
notes. He'd actually managed to calm down. The painkillers had taken
the worst edge off from the burning in his hand, leaving just a dull
ache. One thing they couldn't do away with was the horrid smell of
burnt flesh. And now that a few hours had passed, he felt it was all
coming back with a vengeance. He had to keep his thoughts away from
it. He was afraid he'd panic, and then everything would feel all
wrong again.
Teal'c had left his side, and was now talking
with Sam and Mitchell about something. They seemed to be quite eager
about it. Daniel hadn't been paying attention. He had tried not to
think of them either. He had come to the unpleasant conclusion that
the most likely reason for this lockdown had to do with the large
central device, since that had probably been the main object for
study in here. That would make it clearly Sam's fault that they were
stuck, since she had tried to get that ZPM from the base of the
device. And the last thing Daniel wanted to do was to start blaming
anyone. So he just ignored that as well.
"Daniel?"
Sam had suddenly emerged in front of him.
"What's
up?"
"I think you should take a look at this. It's
like a hand-held computer, there's lots of text in Ancient in
it."
She gave him a rectangular artifact that looked like
a tablet, except that the text wasn't carved on the surface, but
looked as if it had been printed on it. It had a set of buttons that
allowed the reader to scroll and switch pages.
"I thought
we weren't supposed to touch anything?"
"Mitchell
tried the things on the table, and it seems it's safe, after all.
Didn't you notice that?"
Daniel shrugged. No, he really
hadn't been watching, not even listening. Now that he listened, he
could hear Mitchell's voice coming from behind him.
"Wait,
T--there's something on the floor. What's that, a trash
can?"
Daniel turned to look, and saw Mitchell crouched
next to a silvery bowl. It had a few stones set on the outside, near
the rim. He pressed one, causing a loud zap that made Daniel start.
With that, he felt his pulse speeding up, which was exactly what he
had been trying to avoid all along. Sam had told him that arrhythmias
were a known complication of electric shocks. And that was supposing
that whatever had hit him had been regular electricity, not some odd
Ancient weapon. He'd felt perfectly normal when he had just stayed
still and cool. Well, except for his hand, of course.
Apparently nothing bad had happened. Nothing at all. Mitchell wasn't
hurt, and Daniel really needed to calm down.
He watched
Mitchell drop something, an empty chocolate bar wrapper, into the
bowl, and press the button again. Another zap, but this time, Daniel
had known to expect it.
"All right. A pretty effective
trash can. Zaps away all the trash. Or how about this. Maybe it's an
Ancient chamber pot."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow in that
expression that Daniel had seen more often than he could
count.
"Just a thought," Mitchell shrugged. "At
least it does away with that one problem. Seriously. That's a good
thing."
Apparently Mitchell had, just like Daniel, come
to the conclusion that they might need to spend a long time inside
these walls. A very long time. Unless he could figure out the texts.
No, don't go there, Daniel told himself, and took a deep breath. He
was still holding the Ancient computer, and it too had a lot of text
for him to translate. All in Ancient, so he should be able to do it
quite easily.
He looked at the page that was open right now.
It seemed to describe an experiment that hadn't been
successful. Activated the--that unknown
word again,
which he thought pointed to the large device--but there was
still not enough power. He turned the page, and read a
description of something else, a bit of time travel with the
timeship. And something about gathering samples from an interesting
planet. Then he came across a page with the victorious announcement
that we have finally been able to generate enough power to
keep
the device active, and it works just as expected. This is undoubtedly
the greatest discovery of the Duodecim so far.
He'd
probably find an accurate description of the device, what it was and
what it did, if he'd read through everything in here. It'd take some
time, since there was a lot of text that had nothing to do with it.
It was obviously a diary, a log, kept by one of the Duodecim,
describing what they had been up to. An extremely interesting piece
of information, except that he wasn't sure it'd help them get
out.
Daniel pressed the page-turning button until it would go
no further. The last page.
The rumors of the plague have
been confirmed, and it is spreading fast.
The plague. If
this place had been here at the time of the plague, then it was much
older than the Avalon caves.
We have not been contaminated
yet, but only hours ago a party came through the stargate carrying
the disease. We have gathered to the--another word he didn't know, though he had a good guess for its meaning--with our belongings,
and initiated the containment.
"Sam," he called out, "What do you call a geometrical shape with twelve corners? A duodecagon?"
"Dodecagon, actually."
The text had said Duodecangulus, but the meaning was clear. The twelve corners, which obviously pointed to the shape of this room. The modern English version actually sounded better to his ear. "Dodecagon. I think that's what they call this place."
Once we are ready, we will travel
through the device, and escape the grim future that awaits all our
race. There has been dispute and disagreement among us. Some think we
should not leave, that we should offer our knowledge and try to help,
but we are among the last who are not infected, and with the party
waiting for us in the stargate room, we cannot open the doors again
without becoming infected ourselves.
They had turned on
the lockdown millions of years ago, but when SG-1 had come through,
the doors had been open. Either the Duodecim had not left after all,
or then someone had opened the doors after that. His heart leaped,
and didn't quite catch its previous beat. Of course, that made him
more anxious, and made it race even faster. He pressed the elbow of
his injured hand against his chest, willing it to slow down, and
tried to concentrate on the text.
We
are finally ready, and we have agreed on what we will take with us.
It is not much, for already we are testing the limits of what the
device can transport. I shall leave my book behind, in case some
survive the plague and wish to know what became of the Duodecim. Now
we must go, and take with us our legacy, the memory and knowledge of
all that we have achieved. Perhaps one day we will return and rebuild
this galaxy, this time, this universe.
On behalf of the
Duodecim,
Feiara
"Thank you!" Mitchell shouted his reply, and sought the wall. He knew what the Ancient text looked like, and the second one to the right from it did match Jackson's description.
Carter was standing nearby, watching him, and Teal'c had helped Jackson up to a seated position so he could see as well.
Mitchell stretched out his supposedly well insulated hand and pushed the wall with his jacket-wrapped shoe.
No jolt, no flash, no electricity. Instead, the wall gave in slightly, and the text started to glow a faint, white light, just like the ceiling.To make things worse, Daniel could well imagine that he was the main reason Mitchell was so rash. He had tried his best to keep them from worrying, had tried to appear calm and unconcerned, but it was becoming harder with every passing second. He had needed to see how Mitchell was doing, so he had asked Teal'c to help him up, but just sitting up had made him awfully woozy. His heart was thumping madly, as if struggling to burst right out of his chest.
Sam still wouldn't let him see his burned hand, and he was growing more and more certain that no matter what they said, it was damaged beyond repair, and all Doctor Lam could do if they ever got back would be to cut it off. And while one part of his mind thought that, the other just couldn't imagine such a thing happening, couldn't imagine living without his right hand. The very idea made him feel more sick.
"Come on, Jackson. What's next?""I guess not," Jackson said, and paused for a while, frowning, with the look that he wasn't sure if he should go on. But he did. "For a while there, I thought I was."
"You and everyone else in this room, Jackson. From no on, no sudden movements, no standing up, definitely no walking, all right? Carter?"
"I'll second that. Fainting like that when trying to stand up is probably due to low blood pressure, which in turn might be due to a lot of things. I think we'd all feel more secure if you'd just stay still, Daniel.""Sam--how am I supposed to figure out the texts on the walls if all I can see is the ceiling?"
"So, maybe we'll have to bend the rules a bit," Mitchell answered before Carter got there. "But you could always start with that diary, right?"Relieved, Daniel dropped his gun. Of course, he hadn't even bothered to load it. He really wasn't up to shooting anyone right now. He wasn't up to doing much of anything, actually. He leaned back, thinking to put the elbow of his good hand on the floor and stay half-upright so he could see what was happening. Instead, he found himself sliding all the way down, unable and unwilling to get up again.
He heard the newcomer saying, "Really, I'm not going to put up a fight. Can you understand what I'm saying? Do you speak English?"
First contact situation. Daniel's specialty. He wasn't up to that, either. It took surprising effort just to lift his hand enough so he could rub his chest, which was still aching, but now, he figured it was just because of all the bruises. Someone hadn't exactly been gentle with the compressions. Not that they had said anything about what had happened, of course. He'd waken up to find Sam and Teal'c hovering above him and looking utterly devastated, and putting that together with what he had felt before wasn't all that hard.
"Sure, we speak English. I'm Cam Mitchell. This is Sam Carter and Teal'c, and--Jackson?" Mitchell asked, all concern and worry once again.
Daniel hadn't even realized he had closed is eyes. Well, no need to keep them open. He had already seen what those newcomers looked like.
"I'm still here," he answered, his voice coming out so weak that it took him by surprise. "No one calls me Jackson. Just say Daniel."
"Well, you heard him. That's Daniel," Mitchell repeated. "And who are you?"
Mitchell could handle this. Way better then Daniel, at the moment. And where were those blankets when he really needed them? It was so cold in here. He was shivering, and dizzy even though he was perfectly still and flat on his back. His hand was a stupid, painful, dead weight, like a block of wood, without any feel aside from the inextinguishable fire.
"Now, that is a very interesting question." The reply came in a voice Daniel hadn't heard before, slowly and carefully articulated.
He still couldn't think properly. Still couldn't concentrate on anything for long enough. The panic of being stuck and imprisoned and probably dying inside these walls was like a vast black sea that surrounded the tiny island of his half-sentient mind. He tried to figure out these newcomers. So, they spoke English. Or had they just figured out that SG-1 spoke it and chosen it because of that? Were they Ancients? Could they be? Did it make any sense?
"Galen? What happened?" that other unfamiliar voice asked--the man who had spoken first.
Galen, as in the ancient Greek physician? Or maybe, an Ancient who had lived in Earth's antiquity? It was possible, but the timeframe... That would make him much younger, or newer, or whatever, than the Duodecim, those who were here at the time of the plague. Did Ancients really live millions of years? Now they did, sure, since they were Ascended, but before that? And if they were Ancients, wouldn't they be able to get everyone out of here? Away from this awful place and the impending doom?