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Room 231, Sunday Morning

Sam was doing homework. A great deal of homework. And drinking coffee.

Since it was Sunday and she was seventeen, though, she'd also indulged in a chocolate croissant. She sat on the bed reading her book for Quantum Physics, but kept glancing over at the walls, wanting to see where the theorems Marty had pointed her towards could lead. Still, obligations first. She also had an essay due for ACJ that had to be handed in to Rory.

And if she was maybe a little concerned about the therapy session with Janet and the school counselor the next day, well, it happened.

[ooc: Feel free to drop by.]

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"Every night?" asked Janet. "That's awfully frequently. How come?"

Elizabeth twisted the cap off her bottle and took a mouthful. "I actually have no idea," she said. "I feel like I'm missing something though. That there's someting important that I've forgotten, and I need to know, but I can't remember it."

"So, tell us about the dream, and maybe we can help you figure it out," Sam said, crossing her legs underneath her, happy to abandon her homework to something more important.

"Well, there different each time," Elizabeth began. "Sometimes it's when we're arriving in Atlantis. I'm dreaming about the Wraith attacks, and sometimes we don't win. And," she rubbed at her eyes. "A couple of nights, there's been a Goa'uld there. In Atlantis."

"A Goa'uld? In Atlantis?" Sam couldn't help sounding like a parrot. "Wow, because they didn't have enough to worry about?"

"Does it feel like you're remembering it, or do they feel more like stuff you're worried about? Because we could always call...Uncle George...and check, if you think it's happening."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Elizabeth managed to grin.

"I don't think I'm remembering it. But I don't get why I would be worried about it, y'know? I mean, I could just be blending the two of the things I fear. I have pretty much constant exposure to the Goa'uld here; and not just any Goa'uld. "

She sighed. "It's pretty frustrating."

"Speaking of that Goa'uld," Sam said, rolling her eyes, "Orlin's here, and he's hanging out with Camulus. They threw a party together on Saturday." She shrugged, "I have no idea what that's about."

"But yeah, I could see why that would be frustrating. It's the sense of impending doom when you don't know what's going on."

"Orlin..." Elizabeth leant back for a moment, working her way through her seemingly encylopedic knowledge of the SGC. "Banished Ancient, who descended himself?"

She frowned and looked at Sam. "Um. I had a lot of mission files in not many days. But wasn't he banished for sharing knowledge on how to defeat the Goa'uld?"

"Precisely! I mean, I'm used to impending doom. Far more than I ever thought I would be. But this," she sighed. "It starts to reiterate the feelings of uselessness, y'know?"

"That's the guy," Sam said, happy not to have to explain the entire situation. "And yes, he was, not unlike another descended being of our acquaintance," she shot Janet a grin. "I ran into him in town the other day. He's descended again, apparently. I'd say he'd lost his memory the way Daniel did, but he recognized me."

"Maybe it's selective," she said, hopefully. "And the last two weekends pretty much took care of any uselessness I was feeling. The quiet this weekend was actually a nice change. But yeah, I know what you mean."

Janet shook her head. "But thankfully, Daniel didn't descend and develop and sudden, inexplicable desire to date one of the Goa'uld."

Janet frowned. "Didn't you have a period of missing time?" she asked. "You were gone for a few days and came back without knowing where you'd been."

Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah. Still not got any memory of it back."

"It seems to me that there might be a correlation," said Janet.

Elizabeth sighed. "So, what does that mean? I really was kidnapped by aliens; the Goa'uld."

"Possibly." Janet frowned, trying to think. "We should really go to Colorado and see if Carolyn can run you through some of the diagnostic tests available there."

OOC: Let me know if anything I come up with is a problem.

Elizabeth nodded. "Hey, anything to at least try and figure out why I'm missing time," she said.

ooc: Will do. It's basing roughly on what we discussed a couple of weeks back, with more of your suggested idea than my original plans *g*

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"Partial memory loss perhaps?" Elizabeth suggested, frowning slightly. "Other than that, I'm not sure. It's a bit odd."

"That's good," she nodded. "I honestly feel like I don't know what I want. When we get things like Snow monsters attacking, I wish things were normal. But then we get normality, and I get bored so quickly of it!"

"We really don't know what mechanism causes the memory loss when someone descends," said Janet. "Partly due to the fact that we've only seen it happen with Orlin and Daniel--and we've really only had a chance to study the results in Daniel."

"I don't want normal," said Janet. "Not all the time. I'm not used to it. But what I want is to have my life back, and that's not possible."

Sam nodded sympathetically at Janet. "Normal's dull, especially after all the stuff we had to put up with at the SGC. And you'll get your life back, Janet. We just have to be patient."

"Patience is not always my strong suit," said Janet. "On the other hand, there's not much else that can be done."

She sighed. "I'll bet the Asgard don't have to deal with these issues.

Sam chuckled. "I wouldn't have guessed that, Janet."

"Well, no, but it's part of their culture...and if you want a full analysis, you actually know someone who gets off on explaining it, so I'll leave you alone on that subject."

Janet laughed. "You're not exactly the most patient individual either, I'd noticed."

"Actually, it's more than part of their culture; it's their sole method of reproduction. And I have to wonder just how much Daniel's really familiar with Asgard culture."

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"So, Daniel's memory loss could have been an abnormality then?" Elizabeth suggested, looking thoughtful.

"I want it because I know I can't have it," Elizabeth shrugged. "I think the only place I could conceivably feel comfortable that I could go now is college, and even that wouldn't be considered normal to everyone else's point of view."

"It could have been," said Janet. "But probably not. As far as we can tell, the knowledge an Ascended being possesses is more information than the human brain is capable of processing."

"This is about the only place we seem to come close to fitting in," said Janet. "And even so, I still don't often feel right here."

"I feel like I fit in more when there's something going on, horrible as that sounds." She took a swig of water. "Although, really, that may be more of a statement on life at the SGC than anything else."