We sat on the sand, Daniel and I, staring out at the waves. It was a peaceful scene, almost hypnotic, and for the first time in a long time I allowed my guard down.

" Beautiful, isn’t it?" Daniel said dreamily.

Okay, everyone knows he has the poetic soul, but even I could see what he meant.

The sky had an almost aquamarine look to it, an intense darker blue than earth in which two binary suns blazed down on us. Despite the whiteness of the sunshine, the heat wasn’t too bad; in fact it was extremely pleasant, making fine ivory sand of the beach shimmer slightly in the far distance.

Talking beaches, it was flat and stretched for miles, curving gently until it was out of sight in both directions, denoting an island.

This left the sea. The sea was the only disappointment. it was a dark blue, and cold.

Nevertheless, it crashed pleasantly against our beach making me long for a body board. And a wetsuit. Oh yeah, definitely a wetsuit. Then my day would be complete.

" Really nice Daniel."

I wasn’t just saying that. It was rare that SG1 caught a break, but this time we had.

So cynical we had become that when the MALP reported no sign of life we didn’t believe it.

Somebody had to be out there somewhere, just ready and waiting for us to arrive, like the last time and the time before that.

So General Hammond had ordered in the UAV to fly over the area and make doubly sure. So it confirmed the MALP. So what?

I still walked with a slight limp because the UAV had missed a whole squad of Jaffa last time.

When General Hammond had given us a go, we went, albeit very reluctantly.

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After an intense disbelieving search we finally concluded that the MALP and the UAV had been right. We had the place to ourselves.

The Bahamas minus the people. Sheer paradise.

" When are Sam and Teal’c due back?" Daniel asked lazily, removing his tee shirt.

" In 45 minutes," I answered. " They just want to confirm that this really is an island."

Daniel stared at me inquiringly.

" Any doubts?"

I shook my head.

" Not a one."

"How long did General Hammond give us before we had to return?"

I stared at Daniel for a moment before removing my own tee shirt.

" Three days."

" Uh-huh" he said.

" Sweet."

" Uh-huh, he said.

" Four days if we push it."

" Let’s push."

I lay back, feeling the suns warmth sooth my aching muscles, and took a lazy breath.

" Definitely."

A muffled snore answered me.

I wonder if I can get Sam to figure out how to make a body-board and a wetsuit?

* EINDE*

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