DISCLAIMER: The story, and characters and anything and everything else concerning SG: SG1 belong to MGM, Gekko, Secret Productions etc, they are so not mine and no money is being made from this and no copyright infringement is intended.
SEQUEL/SERIES: This story follows A Dream Can Come True and Believe.
SOUNDTRACK: Annie Lennox: "Wonderful" from the album `Bare'
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author

By Celievamp

I wanted to ask her if she remembered, but I didn't know how to without sounding cruel. I could not imagine what it must have been like – to be suddenly transformed from a prime example of homo sapiens into something that was only a step or two above hominid. Limited speech, limited reasoning but still apparently capable of emotional responses.

I remember how she was when O'Neill dragged her in to the Infirmary in an armlock. She was feral, furious, snarling – not at him – at me, at any female who tried to get between her and her chosen mate. I remember how she fought against the sedative, how her eyes took on this wary look. There was too much here that she did not understand.

I remember how she whimpered after her room mate stabbed her. How she hid in the corner of the room. How I coaxed her out. She touched my face, sniffed me as if assessing whether or not I was another threat. As I gentled her, keeping everything quiet and non- threatening she made a soft growling noise in her throat. Almost a purr. And she allowed me to touch her as I sewed up the nasty slashing wound across her abdomen. Her eyes, so watchful, curiously assessing. As I finished up and started to move away her hand closed around my wrist.

I stared into her deep blue eyes and vowed to myself for the hundredth time that I would beat this thing, that I would get her back. I would get all of them back. And perhaps then I would find out where I stood with her. Her thumb was rubbing gently across the pulse point on my wrist as she stared at me. We breathed in tandem, a still point in the chaos.

And then Mr Teal'c burst in with a vial of blood and the news that Daniel Jackson was missing. And the moment was gone.

She's fine now. The histamine treatment worked. They're all fine. And she joins with the others to congratulate me on my work, watching me with that cool blue gaze.

And suddenly I haven't a clue what to do next. All I know is that I feel… wonderful.

I remember everything that happened. But how can I tell her? From the first moment that I started to change I clung to the memory of her dark dark eyes staring down at me with such compassion. My body wanted O'Neill, my mind wanted her. Throughout the crisis she stayed close. She wasn't afraid of me even though my fellow abductees into the Twilight Zone had by then demonstrated an amazing capacity for violence.

She took such good care of me when I was stabbed, talking gently to me, keeping up a light physical contact that burned through my skin. I was aware of everything about her, the softness of her skin, how her dark eyes shone when she looked at me, her scent and the thousand other smells clinging to her, antiseptic, O'Neill, Hammond, coffee, breathmint, a ham sandwich that she must have snatched before everything went to hell, handcream, jasmine shower gel. I was also aware of how her scent subtly changed when I took hold of her wrist. There was fear for a moment, but only a moment. And then there was something I could only describe as love. Pure and simple. This woman loved me.

Purring. I wanted to shout to the world that hey, something special happening here! But that was beyond me. So I stayed still and quiet holding on to this beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to overwhelm me.

And then she cured me. And I was in my right mind. And what had seemed so simple took on such enormity that it overwhelmed me. I felt myself draw back, put on my best Captain Doctor Carter face.

And suddenly I haven't a clue what to do next. All I know is that I feel… wonderful.

The End

Wonderful :: Annie Lennox

I wanna have you
'Cause you're all I've got
Don't wanna lose you
'Cause it means a lot
All the joy this world can bring
Doesn't give me anything
When you're not here ...

Idiot me
Stupid fool
How could you be
So uncool?
To fall in love with someone who
Doesn't really care for you
It's so obscure...

But I feel...
Yes I feel...
Don't you know I feel...

God it makes me feel so blue
Everytime I think about you
All of the heat of my desire
Smokin' like some crazy fire
Come on here
Look at me
Where I stand
Can't you see my heart burnin'
In my hands?
Do you want me?
Do you not?
Does it feel cold baby?
Does it feel hot?

I wanna hold you
And be so held back
Don't wanna need you
But it's where I'm at
Thinkin' 'bout you every day
How come I was made that way?
It's so surreal...

But I feel... wonderful
Yes I feel ...
Don't you know I feel...wonderful

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