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The hand that's not clutched in Eris' closes the door behind them as Daniel follows the goddess into his apartment. The place is empty except for his fish, and if they're surprised to see a beautiful blonde precede him into the living room, it's impossible to tell from their faces.

"Uh, this is my apartment...kitchen, living room, dining room of sorts...bathroom..." Daniel points out all the rooms as he speaks their name, then blushes faintly, pointing behind them. "And that would be my bedroom we just came out of, if it wasn't the bar instead."

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And then she leaves his bedroom and goes back to studying his bookshelves and the contents therein. She grins at the unfamiliar titles and starts to read.

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At some point in the small hours of the morning, Eris gets an idea. He's still asleep, she sees, but...

She doesn't waste time on her quick trip to San Francisco to have a few Words with Mal-2, even if he is calling himself Dexter Sinister these days. Not much more than an hour has passed before she returns to Daniel's apartment, a small thin black-bound book with the image of a golden apple on the cover.

She moves quietly over to his "dining room of sorts" - read "office" - and looks around on his desk before finding an open spot next to an old-fashioned typewriter. She tucks the book next to it, and then shrugs and adds a golden apple of a paperweight on top of it as well.

And then she goes back to the couch, grabbing a handbound book that appears to be an Abydonian language primer, and settles in to read until he wakes.

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Daniel finally staggers out of bed several hours later, rubbing his eyes and making incomprehensible grunting sounds. As he is Daniel, he makes a beeline for the coffeepot. He doesn't quite notice that somebody's on his living room sofa, though that won't last.

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She looks up, watching him with a faint smile, but doesn't speak yet.

She closes the book, though, as she's finished it and three others like it.

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It isn't until the smell of coffee starts to fill the room that Daniel really begins to wake up. When this happens, he remembers that Eris came home with him last night, and he spins around, looking frantic for a second. When he sees her he smiles, then looks embarassed. "Good morning. I'm sorry, I...ah...forgot you were with me."

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Her smile widens.

"Good morning, Daniel. At least you remembered eventually. How did you sleep?"

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Daniel's answering smile is decidely sheepish. "I don't do very well before I have coffee...I slept pretty well, actually, thanks for asking." He looks around, then back at her. "Did you...what did you do all night?"

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She chuckles quietly. "I'm glad you slept well. Mostly... mostly I read. And learned a new language."

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Daniel looks interested by this; despite the early hour, scholastic achievement is always a source of fascination to him. "Really? Which language is that?"

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"Abydonian... from the handbound books? It's a beautiful language. It's been a long time since I've had one to learn."

She stands up, slowly, stretching a little, and gathers the books up.

"I hope you don't mind my going through your library like that."

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Daniel freezes up a little at the mention of Abydonian. "Yes...it was a beautiful language."

She's a goddess, she should notice the tense change.

"Of course I don't mind. It's fine." Daniel tries to smile at her, and manages a little. "Are you hungry? Do you eat at all?"

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She walks over to him slowly, setting the books carefully on the kitchen table. "Are you offering to cook? Because you probably do a better job than I do, if you are."

She reaches over and takes his hand for a moment, squeezing it lightly and then dropping it.

"What happened to the people who spoke Abydonian, Daniel?"

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"Yes, I can cook." Daniel grins at her. "I don't spread it around because my friends would be coming over asking for food all the time...but if you'd like something, I'd be happy to make you breakfast."

His grin turns into a sad smile at the question. "The entire planet was destroyed last year."

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She blinks, a little, processing the two very different bits of news. "I... don't think anyone's ever offered to cook me breakfast before, actually... heh."

She smiles up at him a little, shyly, then looks away again, glancing at the books.

"Was it those alien parasites you fight, the ones that pretend to be gods?"

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"Then it's past time. Do you eat?" Daniel turns to the refrigerator, opening the door. "I have food without fur, for a change."

He doesn't look away from the refrigerator when he answers. "No. Well...sort of. It was one, but he wasn't...it's...uhm, complicated."

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She grins, a little.

"Yes... I eat, Daniel. I can eat anything you can, and maybe a few things you can't, although I might not want to. Family characteristic, really. Most everything humans can do, and a few other things besides."

She sinks onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table, to watch him cook while probably not being completely in his way.

"I like complicated stories... tell me?"

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"OK then."

Daniel starts getting things out, while trying to decide where exactly to tell this story. Eventually, he settles on, "I told you about the Stargate, right?"

From there he tells her about the Ancients, how they were wiped out by a plague and some of them learned to Ascend. He tells her about Shifu, his wife's son, and how Oma Desala took the boy in. Then, as the eggs are just starting to make that pleasant sizzly noise, he says, almost calmly, "Two years ago I died."

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She blinks.

"For someone not currently at Milliways, you seem remarkably alive for all of that."

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Daniel chuckles softly. "Yes, well. Oma helped me Ascend. Or at least, that's what everybody says. I don't remember."

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"You don't remember? What happened, that you do remember?"

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"The last thing I remember is asking them to stop trying to heal me, so I could Ascend. Then there's a year-long blank spot, and then I remember waking up naked on a planet I'd never been to and not remembering anything. It seems I tried to save Abydos while I was Ascended, and as punishment, I was forced back into human form with all my memories taken away from me. Mind, that's just conjecture, but it's the most logical explanation any of us could think up. The other Ascended didn't take well to my interfering with human affairs."

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She blinks, and then smiles about three seconds later.

"Well, it looks like you got most of your memories back, at least... and I understand what it's like to have the others yelling at me for meddling with human affairs, as you say." She ducks her head, chuckling a little.

"Go on with your story, Daniel..."

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Daniel smiles back, a bit wryly. "Yeah, eventually, though when my friends found me, for the first few days I was calling Jack 'Jim'."

He tells her about Anubis, then. About the Goa'uld somehow learning to Ascend, the Others trying to force him out. That's all he knows for himself, really; the rest he has to piece together from mission reports, Anubis' search for the Eye of Ra, the attack on Abydos, and then - and this is the part that makes him feel like maybe breakfast is a bad plan - the deal he apparently tried to make with Anubis which led to the planet's destruction.