O'Neill reached and checked Daniel's breathing and pulse. "Danny," His voice became more demanding. "Daniel!" Jack looked back at Teal'c. "Hand me a canteen or a cup of water or something. Daniel! Wake up!"

At the concern in her team leaders voice, Sam came in past Teal'c with her canteen of water and one of the small med kits. O'Neill poured some water on a discarded t-shirt and wiped Daniel's face, dribbling the cold water down his neck for good measure. Nothing happened, Carter squatted down next to her teammate, opened the kit and pulled out a small ampoule of ammonia. O'Neill saw what she was doing and cleared back from the immediate area. "Be careful." He called out. "He'll come up swinging." She looked back at him and acknowledged the warning. She then cracked the ampule under Daniel's nose.

Jackson had no reaction at first. But within a few seonds he finally moved, reacting violently to the stimulation of the chemical, rolling out of the sleeping bag, arms flailing violently. Carter did a tuck and roll out of harms way. Coughing and blue eyes tearing up, Jackson emerged from the green nylon cucoon. "What?" The gasping, wheezing, muffled voice responded. "Ja'k? Whazgong? Whazatstuv?"

OŒNeill and Carter sat back and waited for the chemical to disperse and Jackson to quit swinging. "Danny, are you okay?"

"Yea, I guess so." The bleary eyed, tousled head answered through his hands against his face. "Why? wotzapdn?"

"Danieljackson, we were unable to awaken you. We were growing concerned." Teal'c answered peering into the tent at his teammates.

"Mumph," Jackson rolled over and peered blearily at his wristwatch. "Whatimzit?" He tapped on the uncommunicative timepiece.

"ItŒs after seven. How do you feel?" Jack looked at him closely.

"OgayInowImuptanks." Danielspeak was in full flow now and the lights were beginning to come on.

Jack came close again, knelt down next to his friend and put his hand on Daniel's forehead. Daniel sleepily batted the hand away. "ImfineJa'k. levmelone. I'mup."

"Okay Danny." He got to his feet and looked down at his friend.

"Teal'c and I have to go sit-rep to Hammond. You need to get organized for this morning." Daniel looked at him, sighed and nodded. Jack looked at him worriedly then slipped out the tent to face the concerned faces. Jack stood up, dusted off his knees and shrugged. "He was asleep."

Carter shook her head. "Sir...he..."

"I know, Carter. Just keep an eye on him. We'll be back in..." He glanced at his watch. "Damn it, my watch has stopped too." Carter slipped hers off and handed it to O'Neill. He accepted it, noticing it was a wind up model.

She smiled at his expression. "I have another in my pack." At his expression, she smiled. "EM fields sometimes drain watch batteries. These don't have that particular problem.

"Thanks, Carter." He turned and walked back to the fire, where he stood staring down into the embers.

She came up beside him and looked into his frown. "What are you thinking, Sir?"

"I'm thinking that I've got a bad feeling here, Carter." He turned to face her. "Since we've arrived, our flashlights, radios, watches, anything that's gotten near those structures has run down their batteries. Now, it's beginning to affect us."

"But O'Neill." Teal'c put in. "Danieljackson is often difficult to awaken."

"Yea, but it's because he sleeps restless. Last night when he came in, he didn't even wake me up. He just crashed and burned. Yesterday, at the pyramid, I was exhausted by evening; I could barely climb up the damned thing." He looked over at his two teammates. "And you had to wake me for my watch. That's not normal, for either one of us."

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After reporting their status to the S.G.C., O'Neill and Teal'c returned to the camp carrying supplies, batteries and four small medical sample kits. Daniel was up and moving, apparently no worse for wear, and the two younger members of the team were busily working on the equipment and labeling yesterday's samples. As the two travelers unloaded their parcels, Carter picked up the small sample boxes and looked up at the colonel. He shrugged then inadvertently glanced at Daniel who lifted his head and frowned.

"What?" He protested

OŒNeill pitched the small boxes onto the pile of supplies. "When we reported our condition, Doc sent these along to take some tests and keep track of us." At the younger man's dour expression, O'Neill shrugged. Daniel bent his head back to his samples with a shake.

The Colonel looked at his Second in Command. "So, what's the plan for this afternoon?"

Carter looked at him. "Daniel was telling me about the Tor you two saw. Maybe we should go there. You two can do your exploring and Teal'c and I can check for another location as source of the mineral."

He nodded. "Sounds good. I'd prefer us to stay together."

Teal'c started to add wood to the fire. "We should eat before we go. We will save time by not breaking our activities with a large meal." At the Colonel's nod, the warrior started preparing the noon meal.

"We can carry some energy bars for a snack." Jack went over to where the food pack was laying next to Daniel's work area and started digging for the box of bars.

Daniel looked up at him. "Jack, I'm all right. I was just tired this morning. There's nothing wrong with me." He indicated the med supplies. "We didn't need to do this."

"No, Daniel. It's me too. Last evening I was so dragged out I could barely get to the top of the pyramid. I couldn't even think about hiking over to the other place. Teal'c had to shake me awake last night, and you were so gone we didn't even disturb you." He shook his head. "Then there was this morning. No, there's something here that's draining us and our equipment's batteries. We just need to keep tabs on it." He indicated the other two teammates. "Teal'c and Carter aren't affected. Maybe it's cause of the naquada in their systems or maybe cause we're two human males. I don't know...but we need to find out before they send in another team."

"It could be from the material covering the pyramid itself. I've never seen anything quite like it, kind of a shiny granite/marble combination." Daniel seemed more at ease with Jack's confession of weakness too. "We were there the longest."

Jack flashed him a look. "You were there all day long. I had, what, six hours tops."

Daniel looked at his friend sideways. "Well, I am younger than you..."

"Right... that's why we had to use the smelling salt capsule this morning to wake your sorry butt up." He looked over at Daniel. "So, how do you feel now?"

Daniel frowned back. "A little silly." He thought a second. "I was having a dream.... a very vivid dream...and I really didn't want to wake up. I could hear you calling but...you seemed a million miles a way. And I didn't want to answer you; cause you'd stop me from doing whatever it was I was doing.

Jack looked back at him. "Maybe you were exploring that Tor and didn't want to come in."

"It's possible...but, well I guess it really doesn't matter now." The younger man flashed him a grin. "I guess I just have to put up with keeping my team chief and doctor happy." He indicated the med kits. "It's a small price to pay, itŒs only blood."

"Speak for yourself. I'm fond of mine and I like it just where it is...in me."

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About an hour's march from the camp found SG1 standing at the foot of the Great Tor. O'Neill pulled his sunglasses off and tipped his head back to peer up its impressive sides. "Looks like a hill to me." He commented flatly. "What's the difference? It's a steep hill with grass growing on it and trees at the top."

Daniel looked over at his friend and shook his head. "The same Œdifference' as the other three. It's man made and it was a pilgrimage place during Druidic times, from about 2,000 years ago to back in Megalithic times, 4,000 years ago. Tor means rocky hill or peak. The Glastonbury Tor in England has many legends connected to it. One says that it was the location of King Arthur's stronghold. Another legend says that it is the home of the Fairy King and that the top of the Tor was a place of fairy visions and magic. Celtic legend says that the hill is hollow and that the top guards the entrance to the Underworld, as well as being the home of the Lord of the Underworld, Gwyn ap Nudd. Glastonbury is also believed to be the place known in Arthurian lore as the Isle of Avalon. According to the legend, Arthur, after being mortally wounded by Mordred, was taken by a sacred boat to Avalon. And it is in Avalon that Arthur waits the day when Britain requires his services as the "once and future king".

"Are you telling me that King Arthur was a Gould?" O'Neill looked at Jackson with a shocked expression on his face.

Daniel rolled his eyes. "No, of course not Jack. That particular Tor is just tied to him."

"Well, how about that Gwen-ape-Nutt guy?"

Daniel flinched at the name change. "Now, that... that's possible. He was the lord of the underworld, like Sokar." He's also been connected to pagan gods such as the Egyptian god Thoth, the Greek Hermes, the Roman Mercury and the Celtic Bel.

"Well, at least we know Sokar's dead." O'Neill snorted. "But nothing like bringing up old acquaintances to put a damper on a party."

Carter had been listening intently to the two men. "When we visited the Glastonbury Tor they said that it symbolized the search for the Holy Grail, represented by the Silver Chalice used at the Last Supper. Joseph of Arimathea supposedly brought the chalice to Glastonbury where it was buried."

Daniel nodded at her information. "Dod Lane and the trail by Chalice Hill are remains of an old processional path on which an Abbey is situated. "Dod" means dead, and Dod Lane is a spirit path leading to Avalon, the western isle of the dead. The Abbey is supposed to be King Arthur's burial place. The Silver Chalice may also be hidden here. The 5th century Melkin Oracle says that one day the chalice in St Joseph's tomb will be revealed and "thenceforth nor water nor the dew of heaven shall fail the dwellers on that ancient isle". That's the prophecy of Albion. A church dedicated to St Michael's on the hilltop is all that's left." He looked at Jack. "That's why we need to see what's on top, if it's a church, a stone ring like Stonehenge or just a pile of rocks."

"Or a hole to the underworld with the Grape-nut guy. Sweet." Jack groused, as he reevaluated the climb facing them. "So how tall is this ŒTor' that we're going to climb? Today. Again."

Daniel looked at O'Neill with a grin. "Well, if it's the same size..." O'Neill glared at him. "170 meters or about 600 feet."

The older man shook his head and pointed to the equipment packs. "Lead on, McJackson."

After securing their climbing ropes to each other, the two men started their ascent to the top of the hill. The footing was good and handholds easily accessible due to the grass and small brush growing up the sharply angled sides. From long partnership, the two moved effortlessly as one, O'Neill in the lead Daniel following behind, the rope an easy umbilical between them.

About half way up, Jack called a rest stop. As they sat next to each other, he pulled out his canteen and glanced over at Daniel. "I recognize Thoth. Isn't he Egyptian too?"

Jackson nodded. "He was considered the god of scribes and magicians. Sort of a Merlin figure in the Egyptian pantheon."

"Oh," Jack said quietly as he handed the container to Daniel. "Sort of a Geek God."

Daniel suppressed a smile. "Sort of...he had the body of a man and the head of an ibis. Married to Hathor."

Jack groaned, "I'm so not going there, Daniel."

"Thanks for that anyway." The younger man grimaced, and took a drink of water. He turned to look over his shoulder and up towards the top of the Tor.

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Carter and Teal'c circled the foot of the huge hill, checking for outcroppings of rocks or breaks in the surface of the ground. They could do the measurements and check for the mineral at the same time. The trees were quite thick around the very bottom but didn't seem interested in climbing up the sides. Carter also kept her eyes open for any openings or obvious doors or markings that might indicate them. Teal'c kept to her six and watched the surrounding woods for any movement.

"Teal'c, why would a Gould build four of these structures so close together and then leave the world uninhabited?" She asked the big man.

"I do not know, Majorcarter. Perhaps it is as O'Neill said...

practice." He looked at his female companion. "Danieljackson spoke as if you believed that humans built these buildings' Earth counterparts. Surely, you must realize that the System Lords had the capability of creating them without human assistance."

She looked at him in surprise. "You mean the Goulds built the pyramids?"

"Perhaps not all, but certainly some of them." Teal'c looked at her calmly. "It would take too long for Stone Age people to accomplish such a great work.

The two teammates continued to circle the huge hill, measuring its circumference and watching for any unusual breaks or indentations into the grassy sides. Carter proceeded to think aloud. "The reason the techs at SGC are so excited about this mineral that we're looking for is because, in it's natural state, it puts out an unusual electro-magnetic field. That's not strong enough to affect out equipment's power sources." She stopped to push back large limb that was blocking her way. "But it the substance was refined, to a different consistency, say one of a smoother, shinier texture, the result might be different."

Teal'c saw where she was going. "You believe that this mineral maybe effecting our equipment's batteries."

She nodded at him. "Exactly, running the batteries down or rather draining them." "Could these E M fields be affecting O'Neill and Danieljackson as well?"

"I don't know," She answered honestly. "But I am concerned with their lack of...vigor."

"As am I." the Jaffa conceded his concern. "Both of them are exhibiting negative affects from something here. Whether it is from the mineral or some other outside source."

"It doesn't seem to bother us though. Why?" Sam pressed him for an opinion

"Perhaps it is our physical makeup?"

She nodded. "Maybe. We both have the naquada markers in our blood; we both have symbiote exposure." Carter looked at him curiously.

"Has junior had any opinions about this place?"

"None that he has seen fit to inform me of. My symbiote is not at all active."

"Humm." She hummed. "Less than normally would you say?" He had to think a moment, recalling the last two days. "I would say yes. It is less active than is its' wont. I had not noticed until now."

"That is interesting, Teal'c. Especially with all the other Œless than normal occurrences' right now." She glanced up the steep slope of the Tor.

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Jack and Daniel had made the crown of the hill safely. They were taking a breather and rolling up the nylon rappelling rope and storing it in their backpacks. O'Neill tossed an energy bar at Daniel when he was through. Daniel caught it, looked at the wrapper and grimaced. "Can't we get brand name granola bars once in a while?" He groused.

"Daniel, I requisitioned these from the supply Sergeant along with the MREs. I don't buy them; I just sign for them. Bar, nutrition. One each. Individually wrapped. Government issue." He sat down next to his friend and ripped the foil paper off his own bar and bit into it. "Oh, yumm. Just like momma used to make. And with everything a growing archeologist needs to give him strong teeth, bones and a healthy skin and coat."

"Yea, and bright eyes and a bushy tail. Unfortunately it left out something in the taste department." Daniel chewed on his, then chased it down with a swig from his canteen.

"Hey, a thousand lab rats can't be wrong Daniel." Jack looked around over his shoulder to view the thick corpse of trees that crowned the hill. The white objects that had been visible from the ground were hidden by the forest. "So, we're here at the top. What's next."

Daniel swallowed the last bite of his food bar and stowed his canteen back on his vest. "We need to find whatever it was that we could see yesterday. If its' a building or structure, then we examine it. If they're just rocks..."

Jack chuckled. "Then we examine them" He shook his head at Daniel's expression. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a cheap date?'

"Yea, I seem to remember the subject coming up a time or two." Daniel answered as he stood up and brushed off his backside.

"Usually after someone forced me to drink too much beer at his house on Friday."

"Forced? I'm hurt." Jack started in again. "I buy you good beer and you make fun. I buy you good wine, you complain. I feed you pizza..."

"And I eat it. I like pizza." The two men stood side by side, surveying the area for the easiest path of entry through the thick trees. O'Neill pulled out some colored plastic ribbons to use as trail markers through the trees. "Sam says we don't have a life."

"Who doesn't?"

"Well, I guess all of us." Jack had started off towards and indentation in the tree line. Daniel followed him. "She says I spend my time with my boss and she spends her time with Janet and Cassie."

"So?" The reply came back over Jack's shoulder. "This is a bad thing?"

"No, not bad. Just, Well I think her point is that we work, play and breathe SGC. We don't have separate lives from our work."

"The difference between Œus and them', Daniel is that the SGC is our lives. Sam's right. We are different from the vast majority of everybody out there. I don't like everybody. Everybody doesn't like me." O'Neill slowed down in his forward advance to check for another opening. "Daniel, remember before the SGC?"

"Sure."

"What were you doing?"

"Lecturing on the circuit, trying to get grant money, well, trying to pay the rent actually." Daniel's voice even seemed depressed.

"About to sell my books to buy a ticket to England to accept a job at a museum there, as an assistant curator." There was a pause. "I wasn't even going to be able to do any research at first. Just a technician. I was pretty miserable all right."

"And we know where I was at." Jack's voice was gentle. "Daniel, we, you and I were losers. But put us together and we became winners. I mean who would have thought it. West thought he had the two biggest fuck-ups in the world, a has been and a wannabe."

Daniel stopped and looked at his friend. "What's wrong with you Jack? That wasn't us! Maybe, that's what he thought, but he was wrong. You know General Hammond doesn't feel that way."

Jack rubbed his hand across his face. "Yea, I know...I guess I'm getting tired again." He straightened up. "Okay. Which way now Mr. Wizard?"

Daniel eyed him for a moment then went on. "The structure we saw should be just ahead, on the very top of the hill. If it is a structure, we need to be careful of openings into subterranean chambers. It may have a door or it may not. That would be the entrance to the underworld or into fairyland or it could be the entrance to a tomb, possibly Brian Boru or Cu Cuchalain." Daniel smiled at Jack's expression. "Well, it could be!"

Jack chuckled. "Or King Arthur or Merlin the Magician? Just don't fall into any rabbit holes, Daniel."

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At the bottom of the hill, Carter and Teal'c were having their own luck. "Majorcarter. Here, I have located something."

The young woman pushed her way over to her companion's side. In the flank of the Tor, a large stone sunken into the earth around it. It was at least seven feet tall and four feet wide "Yes, I'd definitely say that you have found Œsomething'." She reached forward to an apparent indentation and gingerly touched it. It didn't react in any way to her probing. Heartened, Carter pushed harder. Nothing. She stepped back and keyed her radio mike. "Colonel?" All she got was some static, then dead air.

Teal'c looked down at his and turned it on. "O'Neill."

Carter's radio picked up his signal but neither of them got anything else but the momentary carrier wave and silence. She tried again. "Colonel O'Neill. Status? 10-4?" She shook her head and looked at Teal'c.

"Both of our units appear to be functioning." He stated the obvious and she nodded.

"And neither of theirs is. They've either turned them both off or if they're on, they've gone dead." She eyed the doorway hostilely. "Teal'c, I've got a bad feeling about this."

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"Jack! Look!" Daniel's voice bounced back gaily over the meadow. "This is it! This is perfect...exactly what's supposed to be here."

O'Neill was following his friend more sedately out into the Stone Circle. "Yes, Daniel. I see that it is."

Jack proceeded out into the middle of the Circle, then turned around. He saw he could be in the center of the famous English stone construction from the Salsbury plain. On the outside was the circle of 30 sarsen stones, or sandstones. They stood four meters or 12 feet high and weigh about 25 tons each from the look of them. However, these still retained their lintels, unlike their counterparts on Earth. Within this a larger sarsen stone horseshoe stood in the middle of the monument, five sets of two stones with a lintel on top, the trilithons, he vaguely remembered, after the Greek word for three stones. The tallest of these upright sarsen stones was about 7 meters tall with lintel.

The bluestones, the small rocks set in a circle between the sarsen stone circle and sarsen stone horseshoe, also appeared intact with what looked like as many as sixty in number. Within the large sarsen stone horseshoe, he could see a bluestone horseshoe was also in place with twenty of the stones. The stones were placed in such a way that they increased in size towards the center and alternated in shape between tall, thin pillar-like stones and stones of a tapering obelisk shape. Within the bluestone horseshoe stood an Altar stone -- a blue-gray stone about five meters long stood upright underneath the center sarsen trilithons. Around the stone circles were four pillar stones placed in the shape of a rectangle. Along a lane that extended from the open horseshoe, He could see a pair of stones, forming a gate to the main monument. Further away was a single stone, standing as if marking the way to the gate.

"Jack. This is so fantastic." Daniel was almost orgasmic with excitement. "T.t.his is it...this is Stonehenge. This is e.e.xactly what it was; only everything is still here...still in.in.tact. It's a miracle. I can't believe it..."

Jack shook his head. "Daniel...calm down. Daniel, you are stuttering. Calm down." He wished he could get a hand on his friend before he exploded or something. "Danny."

"I...I...I know, Jack. It..it's just...God I can't believe it. It's too much."

"Daniel, come here." O'Neill finally used 'the voice'. "Daniel."

The younger man circled in slowly, still taking in the edifice then finally came to stand by his friend. "What!"

"Daniel," Jack gripped his arm above the wrist and led him to the edge of the circle. "Sit down for a minute, will ya." He finally got Jackson to look at him. "Daniel, I know this is as exciting for you as a Gould Armory is to me but take a minute please." At his friend's nod, Jack went on. "I want to understand this. This..." O'Neill swept his arm around to include the whole circle. "This is what the original Stonehenge was like, right?" Daniel nodded, grinning at Jack. "This is a perfect representation?" Another nod. "Daniel, I've been to Stonehenge. It wasn't on a Tor. It was on a plain. Why the difference here?"

Jackson took a deep breath. "You're right, of course. It wasn't on a Tor, at least not one of this magnitude. But, the stone circle is a pattern that repeats itself all over the UK and some other parts of the world. Maybe this is the perfect combination of both the religious construction and physical placement. Like the pyramid here has inscriptions and the Great pyramid on Earth doesn't. Maybe this is the Œperfect' temple for these cultures and the ones on Earth fell short." He shrugged happily. "I don't know."

O'Neill tried not to chuckle at his friends delight. They really did need to get back to business. "Daniel, please work with me here. I need you at...oh nineteen years old here okay...not twelve."

Daniel straightened up a little. "I know, I'm sorry, I am trying..." He gazed around the circle. "It's just too...unbelievable."

"I know." O'Neill intoned. "Believe me, I know. Now...openings into the hill? Any sign, clue, hint, idea?"

Daniel pursed his lips. "Not really, no. And yes, we do need to look. I would say that it would be a possibility, though there's not one at Stonehenge."

"Hum." Jack thought then clicked his radio mike. "Carter. Come in Carter." Nothing. "Damnit. Radio's dead again." He looked at Jackson who had turned his off when they ascended the hill.

Daniel obediently tried his. A click then a carrier wave opened. "Sam?"

Response was immediate. "Daniel? Are you all right?"

"Yea, we're good. Jack's radio went dead again, but I had mine turned off."

ŒDaniel, we found a doorway here in the side of the hill." Sam reported. "A very large wooden door."

Jack nodded to him to talk. "Sam, we found a pristine Stonehenge here on top. It's awesome! Totally intact!"

"Wow!" She was suitably impressed. "Colonel, what next?"

Jack leaned over to speak in Daniel's mike. "Is your watch working?"

She checked. "Ten-four"

"Mine too. What else did you find?"

"We're getting traces of the mineral again. There must be a source near here. Colonel, I have a theory about the batteries, I think it is the mineral in a refined state that's draining them, and maybe you too."

"Copy." He pursed his lips and looked at Daniel. "We're not suffering any effects right now. I want to do a sight survey then come down before dark. If it is the mineral, I don't want to be stuck up here overnight. I'll turn the radio off to preserve the power. We'll do a sit-rep at 1600 hrs"

"Ten four sir. I'll be waiting to hear." She checked her watch. "Time hack, 1450. Sit rep, 1600."

"Ten four and be aware. Possibility of top subterranean entrance exits to match your doorway. Be alert."

"Good copy. Sierra Gulf 2 out."

"Sierra Gulf 1 out."

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Jack looked around and back at Daniel. The younger man was still busy at the trilithons, taking his rubbings of the intricate carvings that appeared on the huge, solid stones. Jack walked up behind Danny and studied the position. O'Neill congratulated himself on his self-restraint. If he'd been an evil man, a naughty man the potential there was endless. Jackson had started out kneeling, then gone to squatting, and finally leaning forward on his knees and balancing on his elbows, his hips in the air and wiggling as he frottaged the rough surface. O'Neill shook his head, turned and walked away. He was a good man, but he wasn't a great man, and he knew that he'd have to go somewhere else or he'd do something not nice.

So O'Neill continued to pace the stone circle, tilting over large lumps of leaves, windswept piles of branches and other detritus as if doing something gainful. Ultimately, Jack approached the massive altar stone. It stood at about three feet tall and four foot wide; a huge horizontal plinth, balanced on two massive wide legs with a clearance of about two feet underneath. He bent over and leaned in from the waist. Was that a depression he saw, under the cover stone? He nudged the hollow area with the barrel of his rifle and a slender white hand reached up and grabbed the metal, jerking O'Neill off balance and, unbelievably, under the alter and down into a hole.

Before he could let go of the gun, cuss in 5 languages or yell for help. Jack was gone! Daniel continued to rub the graphite block against the white wrapping paper as it lay drifting over the surface of the interior 'blue' stones of the Henge.