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This story was written in honor of a fellow Our Stargate poster’s birthday.

Daniel could not believe it. This was supposed to have been a vacation. Jack had even ordered him to go away for two weeks! He should have know there was something going on especially when it was suggested that he go to England for the two weeks. He had been here only three days when the call came on his cell phone.

“Oh Daniel, while you’re there, do you think you  could spend a day or two negotiating a new treaty?” Jack had asked.

“Never again am I going to tell them where I’m  going!” Daniel swore as he drove from Devon to Bristol. He decided to take backroads instead of the main highway to get some enjoyment out of the trip.

He was about half way there when he noticed someone running through one of the fields. As he got closer, he could see that is was a woman and she seemed to be chasing the sheep. He found himself laughing at her antics until she suddenly disappeared. He pulled over to the side and stopped. By the time he got out of the car, she still hadn’t reappeared, so he climbed over the fence and started looking for her.

“Hello? Are you alright?” he called and climbed up the small hill.

At the top of the hill, he was able to see into the little valley. There was a woman who seemed to be chasing the sheep!

“Hello?”

She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh. Hello!” she said, seeing that someone had  been watching.

“I guess you’re okay.”

“Oh, yes. Why?”

“I was driving down the road and it looked like you had fallen. Now I can see that it was just the hill here.”

“You’re an American!”

“Daniel Jackson. May I ask what you were doing here?”
he asked and took a couple steps down the hill.

“Careful! There’s a…” she began.

Daniel’s right foot stepped into a hole and his ankle gave way. He fell to the grass.

“Ow!”

“Oh! I am so sorry! This is all my fault!” she cried and hurried to help him. “We have to get you to Hospital!”

“I’m okay. It’s just sprained.”

“Let me look at it. I’m a nurse,” she told him.

“I’m fine. I’ve been hurt worse. What were you doing here?” he asked.

She blushed. “You’ll find it silly, but I’m trying to catch a friend for Bob.”

“Bob? Yeah, well, your ram will have to wait a little while longer for a lady friend.”

“We have to get that foot taken care of. I can call a friend to drive you to hospital,” she said as she took out her cell phone.

“No. I’m fine!” Daniel insisted. “It’s my  right foot
and my rental is an automatic. Anyone can drive it.”

“I don’t drive,” she told him.

“Well, I’ll teach you next time I’m in England,” he promised. “I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s Louisa. Oh, um Louisa Carlson. How are you going to drive with your foot like that?”she asked.

“I’m an archeologist. Like I said, I’ve been hurt worse. First, I have to get to my car.”

Daniel carefully got to his feet while avoiding putting much weight on the sprain and took a tentative step.

“Ow! This going to take awhile.”

“Lean on me and I’ll put my arm around your waist,” she told him.

“Are you sure? I’m a bit taller than you.”

“I am a nurse. I’ve done this before. Now, let’s get you to your car.”

It took Daniel about two minutes to find Louisa chasing sheep, but it took the two of them fifteen to get him to his car. Louisa directed him to the nearest hospital where the doctor examined it and informed him that it was indeed a sprain. His foot was wrapped and he was given a prescription for anti-inflammatory medication. Two hours after he arrived at the hospital, he limped out into the waiting room.

“Louisa? You didn’t have to wait.”

“I feel responsible! It’s my fault that you sprained your ankle!”

“I don’t blame you. I mean, you did try to warn me. This trip hasn’t been the way I planned it from the start. Can I buy you dinner?”

Louisa let out a little squeak.

“Is that a good squeak or a bad squeak?” Daniel  asked. “I do want to know more about your ram, Bob.”

“Oh, he’s not a ram! Well, not a real one, but don’t tell him that.”

“Tell me about him over dinner.”

“Okay. And please, call me Lou. All my friends call me that.”

That night, at a nice restaurant in Taunton, Daniel learned all about Bob and his travels to the US. The next morning, he was on a plane back to the US.

Katie

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