Business As Usual
By ETS - Speednn@aol.com


RATING: PG

WARNINGS: some violence and gore, cussing from Jack 

CATEGORY: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Action/Adventure

SPOILERS: The First Ones

TIME FRAME: Takes place after The First Ones 

SUMMARY: A "harmless" planet springs surprises on the members of SG1 both 
physically and emotionally. 

DISCLAIMER: (c) June, 2003 The characters mentioned in this story are the 
property of Showtime and Gekko Film Corporation. The Stargate, SG-1, and 
all other characters who have appeared in the series Stargate SG-1 are 
the sole property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corporation, 
Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-1 Productions 
Limited. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon these rights 
and is solely meant for entertainment. All other characters , the story 
idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. 

AUTHOR'S NOTES: First published in the fanzine Foundations 1 


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//Well, as advertised, it's very bright, aridly hot, no trees and lots of 
sand.//

These were Sam's first thoughts after she passed through the rippling 
membrane of the active wormhole to P4X-380 and took in the vista before 
her. The dazzling brilliance of the binary suns' early morning reflecting 
off the expanse of sand was more intense than MALP images had indicated. 
Of course, the scientist reminded herself as she stepped away from the 
rumble of the deactivating Stargate, the pictures were filtered before 
transmission through the wormhole, so there would be some deveations of 
the planet's actual appearance. However, she thought, instinctively 
squinting behind her military issue shades, it wasn't difficult to gauge 
the emotional state of her male teammates as they stood arrayed before 
her at the edge of the platform. 

Colonel O'Neill was relaxed and satisfied with his selection of P4X-380 
as SG-1's designation. Teal'c, staff weapon casually cradled in one arm, 
was surveying the endless panorama of sun reflective sand before them, 
cautiously alert for threats he didn't expect to encounter. Daniel, 
however, was annoyed, his posture stiff, hands planted on hips. Sam 
grinned as she adjusted her sunglasses. She strolled over to the MALP and 
began opening the compartments to retrieve her soil collecting cases and 
glass vials. Sam didn't know what was worse, dealing with a bored colonel 
on 'gate travels or an equally bored Daniel. She decided the colonel's 
bluntness and abrasive attitude was easier to ignore as opposed to Daniel 
bopping around needing to be doing something and being just plain 
irritating and in the way. As she automatically went through the familiar 
motions of prepping her sampling materials, her memory drifted back to 
yesterday's pre-departure briefing.... 

**

That's it?" This disappointed query came from Daniel. 

He was watching the replay of the MALP transmission. All the slowly 
scrolling image showed was sand, sand and yet, even more sand. Nothing 
but sand. Sam hid her grin behind one hand as she observed Daniel's 
dismayed expression. 

"So. It's sand. We've been to desert planets before, Daniel," Jack 
reminded casually. 

"But, but," the flustered archeologist stammered, "Jack, there's nothing 
there." 

Sam could swear she heard some whining in the complaint. 

"Sure there is, Daniel. There's sand. Lot's of sand," Jack countered. 
"You're an Egyptologist, and you have a problem with sand?" 

"No. But, there's, there's....nothing there," Daniel again stated the 
obvious. 

"Daniel, you're repeating yourself," Jack chided. 

"Jack, what is there for me to do on this survey?" 

"Well, you can help Carter collect her dirt, er, sand samples," Jack 
suggested. 

"Sure, Daniel," Sam chimed in. "At least you'd actually be digging in the 
dirt, er, or rather the sand. And the MALP detectors noted an unusually 
high concentration of naquadah within the vicinity of the gate." 

Daniel's disbelieving gaze traveled from Jack to Sam then returned to 
Jack. "This is retribution, isn't it?" he directed the accusation toward 
Jack. "I've done something to upset you, and now you're punishing me." 

Sam swore Daniel was actually pouting with his head tilted down and his 
lips pursed. Daniel hadn't done anything wrong, Sam knew, except by no 
fault of his own, get himself kidnapped by an Unas who had intentions of 
feasting on archeologist a la Daniel. She was amazed he didn't recognize 
this for what it was, the team's way of expressing their 
overprotectivness of their wayward civilian. 

"What are you talking about, Daniel? That's nonsense," Jack denied. "I 
thought you liked helping Carter collect her samples." 

"Daniel," Sam leaned forward, her crossed arms resting on the briefing 
room table. She felt the teasing had gone on long enough. "This is SG-1's 
first mission since P3X-888." She knew her blue eyes were wide, 
transmitting the remainder of the unspoken message. 

"I know, Sam," Daniel replied, irritated. Five seconds passed, and 
realization dawned on his face. Eyebrows arched, his own blue eyes 
widened behind the corrective glasses. "Oooh,...um...okay. First mission 
out. Nice, easy, simple, non-threatening. Did I leave anything out, 
Jack?" 

"Nope." Jack smiled, patting Daniel's shoulder fondly. "Knew you'd figure 
it out sooner or later, Doctor Jackson. Nice to see you put those Ph.D's 
to good use." 

"Well, why can't we rejoin the search to find a new planet to resettle 
the Enkarans?" Daniel asked, not quite ready to surrender. 

O'Neill exhaled loudly. "Because," he began, in the tone one would use to 
lecture an impatient child, "we already have SG-5, 7 and 9 looking. They 
don't need us. We're going to 380 and look for Carter's motherload of 
naquadah." At Daniel's disappointed frown, Jack continued. "Okay, I know 
in the past not much good happened on sand planets. But this survey 
should be safe, a cakewalk. Besides, we have to investigate those bizarre 
naquadah readings. Look Daniel," Jack said, resting a hand on Daniel's 
shoulder, his brown eyed gaze fixed on Daniel, "you're not the only one 
who needs to ease back into the routine." 

**

Returned to the present, Sam nodded her head in satisfaction as she 
closed her sample carrying case. Yes, the colonel had been insistent with 
General Hammond that SG-1's first mission following the disaster on P3X-
888 be a nice, easy, non-threatening one. Daniel, although physically 
recovered from his ordeal as a captive of the Unas, was probably still a 
bit fragile in the emotional department. She knew she was. Throughout the 
search and rescue process following the trail of Unas tracks interspersed 
with scuffed imprints from standard issue military boots, Sam relied on 
her Air Force training to remain focused. However, the images of what 
they might find at the end of that trail had haunted her. It was times 
like these Sam cursed herself for having an overactive imagination. She 
glanced over to her three male teammates. Nor, Sam suspected, had Daniel 
fully come to terms with the survivor guilt he must feel over the loss of 
SG-11 and his colleague, Robert Rothman. He insisted he was fine, that he 
was recovered, that the kid glove treatment was no longer necessary, that 
he wanted to get back to work. But after almost four years of working 
together, Sam knew Daniel's definition of fine often meant he had taken 
whatever "bad shit", as the colonel would call it, he had experienced and 
buried it deep within himself. Daniel's solution to dealing with "bad 
shit" was to pretend it never happened and get on with business as usual. 

Sam's gaze moved from Daniel to Colonel O'Neill. His method of dealing 
with "bad shit" happening to members of his team was to blame himself for 
failing to protect his team, never forgive himself, drink more beer than 
usual, then be coddling, overprotective and hovering to the point of 
annoyance to the wounded team member. But she also knew her CO was 
wrestling with an additional demon since he was the one who had to kill 
the Goa'ulded Robert Rothman to protect the members of the rescue team. 
It didn't matter Daniel had understood the circumstances and forgiven 
O'Neill. Sam knew the colonel was another one who excelled at hiding the 
affects of "bad shit" within himself, putting on his tough ass colonel 
persona and getting on with business as usual. 

Her gaze shifted to Teal'c, the last member of SG1. The Jaffa, who 
considered it his sacred duty to keep Daniel alive, unharmed and whole, 
would place more guilt on himself as if not keeping Daniel safe was all 
the more reason to punish himself by self-flagellation. Teal'c tended to 
hover as well around the archeologist. As to what he actually did to deal 
with his share of "bad shit", Sam had no clue. Maybe Junior fed off it. 
Could explain why the Goa'uld possessed such nasty temperaments. 

As for herself, well Sam cursed her pencha for drama, and thanked 
whatever supreme being was Daniel's guardian angel for allowing her one 
more day with her friend alive and in her life. She had grown very 
accustomed to interacting with Daniel, especially on an intellectual and 
scientific level, not to mention he was a terrific friend. One of the 
absolute best she'd ever been privileged to know. They shared a mutual 
respect for each other's scientific abilities and as human beings. Sam 
looked at Daniel's stiff back and grinned. Maybe today he could show her 
an improved method for collecting samples. Actually, she was looking 
forward to having him be in her way. 

Her group analysis completed and with sample case dangling from one hand, 
Sam walked over to re-join her teammates. 

"Well, kids. Here we are. What better way to spend the afternoon than 
soaking up the rays and strolling on the beach? Nice, quiet, relaxing, 
non-threatening." 

"Do you really want me to answer that, Jack?" Daniel sarcastically 
retorted. 

Sam arched her eyebrows. Guess Daniel was still not a happy camper. He 
really disliked being the recipient of what he considered preferential 
treatment. The colonel only smiled, his gloved hands resting casually on 
the butt of the rifle strapped to his chest. 

"Daniel, why don't you go over and check out the DHD? Then you and Carter 
can start collecting your samples while Teal'c and I do a recon." 

Scowling, Daniel walked over to the DHD, his booted feet leaving well-
defined prints in the fine-grained sand. Sam saw them and involuntarily 
shivered. This was not P3X-888, she reminded herself. She watched Daniel 
stand before the gate activation device as he turned around to study the 
glyph panel. Survey completed, he looked up to address his three waiting 
teammates. He didn't speak. Instead, he continued to gaze, open mouthed 
in their direction. 

"DanielJackson?" Teal'c prompted. 

"Wow!! What's that?" Daniel asked excitedly, pointing. He hurried to 
rejoin his friends, who had also turned to look in the indicated 
direction. 

"Carter," O'Neill began. "I though the MALP was supposed to tell us of 
surprises like this," he stated annoyed. 

"Well, yes sir. But we never turned the MALP's camera around to do a 360 
scan," she offered lamely. "Based on what we saw, we just naturally 
assumed the gate was located in a desert. Um, sir." 

"We just *assumed*, Carter?" 

"Like you expect me to believe you didn't know it was here," Daniel 
chided. "Lucky I ignored you and packed my camcorder, camera and field 
notebooks." The archeologist smiled and looked at Jack with gratitude. 
"Thanks, Jack. This will keep me busy while we're here." He stepped 
forward to jump off the estimated five-foot high rectangular shaped stone 
platform upon which the Stargate, DHD and MALP sat and momentarily 
disappeared from view. Then his desert boonie covered head reappeared, 
and he began to walk toward the nearby object. 

"Hold it, hold it!" O'Neill barked. Surprisingly, Daniel paused and 
looked over his left shoulder. "Just wait for us. How many times have I 
told you not to go running off?" the colonel scolded, also jumping down 
from the stone platform. 

"Actually, Jack, I don't recall a time when I ever heard you specifically 
tell me not to go somewhere," Daniel baited as the older man joined him. 

"Oh, you don't? So, I need to refresh your memory, do I?" O'Neill 
countered, easily slipping into this verbal sparring match the two 
shared. 

Smiling, Sam shared a look with Teal'c, which translated everything was 
back to normal at least for now. The two remaining members of SG-1 leapt 
off the platform into the sparkling, powdery sand and hurried to rejoin 
the two bickering men. 

The four explorers trudged through the sand towards a stone edifice Sam 
estimated was located approximately fifty yards from the Stargate. It was 
a simple structure. Four circular pillars, about eight feet tall situated 
at each corner supporting a pyramid-like capstone. The temple was erected 
on what seemed to be an elevated solid stone platform. Both were 
apparently constructed of the same orange-yellowish stone upon which the 
Stargate rested. Sam observed an excited Daniel lever himself up onto the 
temple floor and rise to stand under the capstone. She suddenly felt a 
jolt of unease rush through her. Somehow this scene appeared threatening 
or she had the sense of seeing it before. Her brow creased in thought. 
Where, where? She drew a blank. Shaking her head, she focused on the here 
and now. Maybe she should take Janet's advice and talk to a counselor. 
She was probably in more denial than Daniel about what happened to him on 
P3X- 888 than she would admit even to herself. 

"Well," she heard O'Neill huff, drawing her attention. "Daniel will be 
occupied for the rest of our stay." 

"Jack!" Daniel shouted with excitement as he lovingly caressed and 
brushed away the minute sand power from the interior face of a stone 
column. "It's...it's..." 

Sam smiled. Daniel was so excited he was nearly inarticulate. So much for 
being fragile. 

"What? Meaning of life stuff?" Jack supplied flippantly. 

"Yes!! Look, four columns, four different written engravings." Daniel 
pointed to the first column. "The Ancients." He rushed to the second, 
quickly brushed away some of the clinging sand particles. "The Asgaard." 
He moved to stand between the third and forth columns. "The Nox and the 
Firlings." 

Sam was impressed. "Daniel, when did you learn which of the last two was 
which?" she asked as he slipped off his backpack and knelt. 

"What? Oh, I don't know...yet," he answered taking objects from the pack. 
"I need to find out. Think the Tollan would tell us which is which?" He 
fluttered his right hand between the two columns. He stood, camcorder in 
hand. "This is incredible. I'll finally have time to study all four of 
these columns thoroughly...." He held up the camcorder and began filming 
the first column, he had indicated was of the Asgaard. 

Sam grinned, relieved. Daniel was gone, off into his world of 
translations and searching for knowledge. They could forget trying to 
maintain any meaningful conversation with him now until he was finished. 

She spied Teal'c, his normally impassive dark face softened with pleasure 
with this turn of events. It was apparent the overprotective Jaffa 
thought Daniel was "okay." Teal'c turned away from the temple and moved 
around it to stand on the far side, scanning the distant horizon. The 
binary suns were arcing their path across the faint bluish sky but their 
blend of yellow white light had diffused with the angle of the atmosphere 
and changed in intensity. 

"O'Neill." 

Turning his bemused look from Daniel, the colonel moved around the temple 
to join Teal'c. 

The Jaffa pointed. "I believe there may be vegetation in that direction." 

Curious, Sam also moved around the temple to join her comrades. She, too, 
saw the distant spiky tops of something sticking above the nearest sand 
dune. 

O'Neill took out his field glasses and held them to his shade protected 
eyes. He adjusted the focus then sighed. "Oh, great. Trees." He lowered 
the binoculars. "Daniel," O'Neill called, turning to address the 
archeologist's back. They all saw he was now lovingly caressing the 
exposed Ancients engraved writing. "Yep. He's gone," he muttered. "Teal'c 
and I are going to check out that herd of purple dinosaurs and pink 
elephants." 

"Okay, Jack," came the distracted reply. 

Shaking his head, O'Neill addressed his 2IC. "Change in plans. Carter, 
stay here, and collect your dirt. Keep an eye on Daniel. Keep your radio 
on. Oh, and when we get back to the SGC, remind me to discuss with 
Hammond the need for all future MALP transmissions to cover a 360 arc 
around the Stargate." 

"Yes, sir," Sam acknowledged, but she sensed the colonel wasn't bothered 
by this unexpected discovery of the small temple. Still, the 
recommendation was a sound one. 

"Teal'c, feel up to a little hike?" 

"O'Neill." The Jaffa bowed his head in acceptance and hefted his staff 
weapon. 

"Have fun, sir." 

"Oh, yeah, sure you betcha," O'Neill replied, moving forward with Teal'c 
at his side. 

Sam watched them walk away then turned, sparing a glance for Daniel, who 
was now busy writing in his notebook. Stridding away from the temple 
toward the second rocky platform holding the Stargate, she kept part of 
her mind focused on their immediate surroundings. She didn't expect 
trouble, but their 'gate travels had established, more than once, that 
even the most innocent of situations could prove dangerous. The other 
part of her mind was busy formulating questions. Such as, why was the 
temple with its four inscribed languages here in the first place? Or, why 
was it the only two constructed objects within view were elevated above 
the shifting sand on engineered rock platforms? Unless, Sam theorized, 
there was an entire temple complex beneath the dunes and all that 
remained exposed over the millennia were the tops of these two 
structures. Selecting her first sample location, Sam knelt in the warm 
sand and opened her collection case. She grinned. If Daniel developed the 
same theory, they would have to physically pick him up and haul his butt 
back through the Stargate. He would beg to be allowed an extended visit 
to excavate and either prove, or disprove, his theory. Losing her grin, 
Sam knew, to Daniel's bitter disappointment, any extended planetary stays 
for him were not in the archeologist's immediate future. Not with the 
events of P3X-888 still so raw and fresh in everyone's memories. 

Taking out her metal trowel, Sam began to dig in the soft sand. After two 
jabs she suddenly paused, feeling a shiver run up and down her spine. 
Then she cocked her head, listening. Her brow furrowed with the 
concentrated effort. Had she heard a hissing sound? Hands moving to her 
gun, she became alert and scanned their location, seeing nothing unusual. 
Frowning, she looked back to the temple. She could see Daniel was 
standing beside the Asgaard column, looking up, notebook cradled in one 
hand. Sam shivered again. Something about this scene scared her. She 
straightened and activated her radio. 

"Daniel?" 

She saw him turn his head in her direction and lift his left hand to his 
shoulder. "Sam? You okay?" came from her radio speaker. 

"Yes. I just, well, I thought I heard a hissing sound. Did you hear 
anything?" 

"No. It's very quiet. Very peaceful. Very hot. No wind." 

"Carter?" This came from O'Neill. "Got a problem?" 

Sam shifted her gaze from the temple to the two distant dark specks she 
knew to be her CO and Teal'c, stark against the bleached sand dune they 
were climbing. "No, sir. Just not accustomed to all this quiet I guess," 
she lamely offered, now embarrassed she was imagining things. 

There was a short pause before O'Neill's voice issued from the radio. 
"Okay. Teal'c and I are about half way to the dune top. We'll check in 
when we see what's on the other side." 

"I thought you said it was purple dinosaurs and pink elephants?" Daniel 
sarcastically noted. 

Sam didn't hear the colonel reply but could guess Teal'c was getting an 
earful right now. One more glance at Daniel, who seemed to be talking to 
himself, another quick visual survey of her surroundings, and Sam 
shrugged her shoulders. Shaking her head, she resumed her work. 

                         *******************

"Can you believe it?" Jack grumbled as he plodded along, side stepping 
upward on the gentle sloping face of the sand dune. 

His casual appearance would appear reckless to those who did not 
understand O'Neill as Teal'c did. The Jaffa knew the Tau'ri commander was 
well aware of their surroundings, his own warrior senses alert for any 
anomaly. So Teal'c was certain O'Neill had heard it--the sibilant 
hissing. It was there, behind them, then gone. He frowned, thinking 
perhaps, like Major Carter, he found this planet too quiet. He shrugged 
it aside and returned his attention to listening to the human's good-
natured ranting. 

"I spent hours searching for the perfect planet for our first off world 
mission. Something simple, non-threatening. A planet where you and I can 
be bored, Carter could collect her dirt with Daniel helping and staying 
out of harm's way cos there's no harm to come. Just," O'Neill slid his 
hand forward, "easing back into what we do. Fer cryin' out loud. The man 
does not change. He finds a freakin' temple. Here," his arms opened wide 
to encompass the vast dessert, "in the middle of freakin' nowhere." 

"I do not understand, O'Neill. You are disappointed DanielJackson has 
found an ancient temple to study? One which contains writing of the four 
cultures found on Ernest's planet?" 

"No, Teal'c, of course not. I'm happy to see Daniel happy. I just didn't 
want him to dive right into it, you know?" 

Teal'c was confused. "I do not, O'Neill. I believe water is not present 
on this planet in sufficient amounts for DanielJackson to dive into." 

O'Neill chuckled. "No, I meant I didn't want Daniel to overwork himself. 
It's only been four weeks since 888." 

This time when he heard the faint hissing sound, Teal'c did stop, head 
cocked, listening, his ebony face marred by a worried frown. 

"I mean, you know Daniel as well as I do. Bad shit happens to him. He 
pulls all the hurt inside himself and buries it real deep. Then he 
parades around saying 'I'm fine, you're fine, everyone is fine. Can we 
just get on with it?'" 

O'Neill stopped his side stepping climb when he realized the Jaffa was no 
longer trudging along beside him. They were nearly to the top of the dune 
and the first row of the once distant spiky treetops was clearly visible. 
Except up close these whatevers appeared more rounded in form and 
suspiciously untreelike. Jack ignored this revelation for the moment and 
turned to his companion. "Teal'c? Problem?" 

"Did you not hear it, O'Neill?" 

"Hear what?" 

"I believe it to be the same hissing sound Major Carter reported." 

Jack pursed his lips, concentrating. "Nope. Don't hear a thing." He took 
out his field glasses and looked through them. The small opensided temple 
came into view. He spied Daniel kneeling by the fourth pillar scribbling 
in his field notebook. "Probably worshiping it," he muttered. He moved 
his head and found Carter kneeling next to the stone platform of the 
Stargate, digging away with her trowel. Satisfied, he lowered the 
binoculars and looked at Teal'c. "Everything looks okay. Can you give me 
something more?" 

"I can not. The sound is no more. I am no longer experiencing wild fowl 
bumps, O'Neill." 

The colonel's face scrunched up in confusion. Then, it smoothed. "Ah. 
Goose bumps, Teal'c." He studied the shimmering desert vista surrounding 
them. "Think we should bag the tree search and go back?" 

Teal'c did not answer immediately. Being a Jaffa, he was trained to not 
frighten easily. Yet the worry he felt was for the safety of his friends, 
in particular DanielJackson. He glanced back to the temple, his enhanced 
eyesight easily seeing the archeologist tracing the engraved writing 
before scribbling notes in his field book. He turned to look at the 
waiting O'Neill. "I believe we should proceed with our reconnaissance." 

"Then lead on, McDuff." 

"Who is McDuff?" 

"McDuff," Jack began to explain the reference as they both resumed their 
climb. "Well, he's, ah, that is... Okay, I have no idea. It's some human 
cultural cliche, Teal'c. Ask Daniel about it. I'm sure he'll know and be 
happy to explain it to you in long, boring, detail." 

"I shall do so," Teal'c conceded. He continued his climb using his staff 
weapon for added support while favoring his friend with several glances. 
"O'Neill. May I be permitted to ask you a question of a deeply personal 
nature?" 

"Yeah, Teal'c. Sure." 

"It concerns DanielJackson." 

"What about Daniel?" 

"I believe he is not the only member of SG-1 pretending 'everything is 
fine'". 

O'Neill did not respond at once, confirming Teal'c's suspicions. The 
Jaffa marched on, waiting for the human to speak. 

"So, is there something you want to tell me, Teal'c?" the colonel asked, 
deflecting the inquiry away from himself to return it to the Jaffa. 

"I have meditated long hours in Kel-nor-reem. I can not dissipate my fear 
we would not find DanielJackson alive on P3X-888." With this confession, 
Teal'c became silent hoping his Tau'ri friend would not avoid this 
revelation and speak truthfully of his own inner feelings. 

O'Neill blew out some breath. The deceptively gentle sloping dune was 
beginning to require additional physical effort. "Yeah, I know what you 
mean. I had to rely on my military training more than ever to keep 
focused. It just killed me inside to have to call that rest break. All I 
could think of while we sat on our asses, was how Daniel was being 
dragged closer and closer to his...." He did not finish the sentence. "I 
was relying on Daniel to keep himself alive until we found him. I 
shouldn't do that. You want to know why?" 

"I do, O'Neill." 

"Because if we were too late, and he was, well, you know. I would be so 
pissed at him. And I'd never forgive him for not holding on long enough 
for us to rescue him. And that's not right." 

"I, too, harbored fears we would not find DanielJackson alive," Teal'c 
confessed. "My fears however, were due to the discovery of the Goa'uld 
symbionts in the planet's waters." 

"Ah," Jack sighed. "You were afraid Daniel might have become a host." 

"Yes. As with you, I chaffed against our delay. However, it was necessary 
to determine who amongst us had become hosts. Even so, it placed the fate 
of DanielJackson in greater jeopardy. If DanielJackson had become a host, 
I would not have hesitated to kill him for I know he would desire it. It 
is that image which haunts my Kel-nor-reem." 

"Great. Now I'm going to have the same nightmares," O'Neill mumbled. Even 
so, Teal'c clearly heard the complaint. The human glanced toward the 
Jaffa. "You're right, Teal'c. I really need for us to get back to 
business as usual, to get back to the routine. I really, really need to 
be bored on this trip. I really need to stand around watching Daniel go 
into ecstasy over that temple. I really need to give him a hard time 
about everything. That's normal. He expects it or he'll just worry about 
us worrying about him. Understand?" 

"I understand, O'Neill." 

"Good." The colonel slapped Teal'c's back in a companionable gesture. 
"Glad we had this talk. You or Junior ever have the need to talk again, 
I'm here for you." 

"I am grateful, O'Neill," Teal'c offered bowing his head. 

The Jaffa realized this conversation was now ended. Still, his suspicions 
were confirmed. Like DanielJackson, O'Neill was pretending everything was 
fine. Teal'c didn't doubt Major Carter was doing the same. As was he. He 
did not believe this to be wise. Unless one confronted one's fears, they 
would slowly devour you until you could no longer function. Yet Teal'c 
realized each of his Tau'ri companions were stubborn in their own unique 
manners. He fervently desired this denial of their collective fears would 
not damage the interworking dynamics of SG-1 and destroy the team. 
Unfortunately, Teal'c did not know how to alter this situation. Not even 
Kel-nor-reem was providing the guidance he sought. 

"Well, looks like we're nearly there." 

O'Neill's declaration beckoned Teal'c to focus his attention to their 
current mission. 

"Hmm," the colonel said, slowing his pace, "how about that." 

                         *******************

Daniel completed writing his translation of the message engraved in the 
Asgaard pillar. He sat cross-legged on the solid, sand dusted floor of 
the small open-sided temple, open notebook cradled in his lap, his pen 
tapping against his right cheek as he studiously re-read his translation. 

"Beware the trembled awakening of the swallowers of life when the eye 
covers the sky. Beware the consumers, or eaters of, or in, the dark." 

His forehead creased in thought. This was odd. His past experiences with 
translating Thor's written language had not been, well, quite this 
flowery. Usually the Asgaard writings were direct and to the point. He 
wondered if he had completely mis-translated. The archeologist leaned 
backward, bracing himself on his hands and arms which allowed him an 
unimpeded view upward of the inscribed pillar. His curious gaze traveled 
down the column face to rest at the bottom where a familiar shaped 
Asgaard stone was embedded. 

Daniel was so engrossed in his mental translations, a few seconds passed 
before he realized his fingers were feeling carved indentations in the 
stone floor. Curious, the archeologist set aside his notebook and turned 
to kneel. Taking his fine haired brush from his vest, he began to flick 
away the thick layer of overlying sand. His cautious ministrations 
revealed the indentations were a carved representation of a solar system. 
It consisted of four planets. The third planet from the trinary suns was 
a huge four ringed gas giant around which at least nine moons orbited. 
That was odd, he thought. Nothing like the system they were in now. 
Still, maybe he should tell Jack, or ask Sam.... 

Daniel glanced over his shoulder toward the elevated Stargate and saw 
Sam. She was walking alongside the raised platform then turned the corner 
and disappeared from view. Daniel swiveled his head so he could search 
the direction in which Jack and Teal'c had traveled. He saw the two 
distinct figures of his teammates disappear over the top of the sand 
dune. An involuntary shiver ran up and down his spine. He suddenly felt 
afraid, alone and isolated from his friends as he had been on P3X-888. 

"No, I'm not alone," Daniel whispered through clenched teeth. "Jack, Sam 
and Teal'c are nearby." 

Mentally repeating that mantra, Daniel stood and walked over to the 
second column, the one in which the blocky asymmetrical writing of the 
Ancients was engraved. He wanted to move on from the terror his abduction 
on P3X-888 had created within himself, the inner fear he was still unable 
to banish four weeks later. Daniel had been nervous, on edge, jumping at 
shadows and odd noises when alone in his lab and even in his own 
apartment, the two places he should feel the most secure and safe. Of 
course, he had told no one about his jitters. He knew the moment anyone 
knew he was experiencing these symptoms, he'd be hauled off to talk to a 
counselor about his ordeal. He didn't want to talk about what had 
happened on P3X-888. Talking would solve nothing, would not revive the 
members of SG-11 nor allow Robert to be alive once more. Daniel just 
wanted to get on with his work, submerge himself in the solace it offered 
and justify why he was still alive while other good men were not. 
Besides, Sam, Jack and Teal'c were nearly smothering him with their 
hovering overprotectiveness. Only by proving he could function on his own 
and do his job could he escape this well-meaning suffocation. If Daniel 
even hinted to his three friends he was experiencing these post traumatic 
stress symptoms, and a secret even more disturbing, they would cocoon him 
so tightly he'd not be allowed to do anything for himself. 

Daniel took his brush and swished away the sand from the Ancient letters. 
This was why Jack had spent an unusual amount of time going through the 
backlog of as yet unexplored planets with preliminary MALP survey data. 
Planets in the gate network which offered the most tranquil, yet most 
promising of potential resources to be exploited by the SGC. Writing 
cleared away, Daniel smiled as his finger traced the familiar chiseled 
outline of the Ancient's language. He had suspected, contrary to Jack's 
bellowing denial and disbelief, the older man knew this temple was here. 
Why else had time been set to allow him ample time to fully study the 
artifact, a luxury he was rarely privileged to undertake? So study it he 
would. No need to contact Jack or Sam...yet. 

The archeologist retrieved his camcorder and filmed the second column, 
then the third and the fourth. Filming completed, he took up some sheets 
of onion paper and did his rubbings. This way if the videotape was 
faulty, Daniel always had hardcopy backup to work from in his lab. 
Carefully folding the flimsy paper to prevent smudging the tracings, he 
picked up his notebook and inserted the folded pages. If this message was 
the same, or similar, to that of the Asgaard, he would contact Jack. 
Maybe this planet wasn't as safe and non-threatening as they had 
convinced themselves it to be. 

                         *******************

"Well, this is interesting." Jack stared at what stood before him. "Not 
trees," he declared. 

"They are not, O'Neill," Teal'c confirmed. 

Hefting his staff weapon, the Jaffa cautiously led the way down the 
sloping dune to the level area below. O'Neill followed in his wake. Once 
on the floor of the depression, Teal'c approached the first row of the 
towering conical objects. The tops of these constructs appeared to be 
huge anthills to Jack's way of thinking. The cone shapes were widest at 
the base and narrowed as they rose to tapered, but rounded tops. They 
seemed to be comprised of the planet's orange-yellowish sand with one 
major difference. Jack leaned toward the closest cone and tapped its 
rough textured side with the tip of his rifle. It was solid. 

"Teal'c, have you seen anything like this before?" 

"I have not, O'Neill," the Jaffa replied, dwarfed amongst five more of 
the clustered towers. 

"Great," Jack huffed walking over to Teal'c. "First, this supposed 
uninhabited desert planet offers up a temple and now signs of big honking 
ants. Have I ever told you I hate bugs?" 

"We have yet to see any true indication of life on this planet, O'Neill. 
Whatever constructed these forms may have died thousands of years ago. Or 
they may be geologic formations." 

"We couldn't be that lucky. So much for this planet being dull and non-
threatening." 

"We as yet do not have cause for concern," Teal'c opinioned. 

"Yeah, maybe. Call it my suspicious nature. C'mon, let's go this way," 
Jack indicated the chosen direction by pointing his rifle. "We still 
haven't seen what those other spiky things are. Could still be trees." 

The two explorers walked along the level ground between the towering 
forms. The path curved to their right, following the sand swept contour 
of the dune. Teal'c held his staff weapon with both hands, pointing it 
forward. He noticed O'Neill had also leveled his rifle in the same 
fashion. It never hurt to be cautious, the human wording forming in the 
Jaffa's mind. They continued on, observing, and silent. O'Neill's quiet 
only proved to Teal'c he, too, was beginning to sense something might not 
be right with this planet after all. 

The conical towers seemed to cluster in numbers then began to thin out. 
Increased illumination ahead indicated they might be approaching a 
clearing. Turning the final curve, the cone towers V'ed outward around a 
huge bowl shaped depression in the sand dunes. Both explorers stopped. 

"Oh, my," O'Neill breathed in awe. 

"They also are not trees, O'Neill." 

"Ya think?" 

Teal'c walked forward to the nearest sun bleached curved object. "They 
are indeed bones, the skeletal remains of gigantic creatures. I am 
unfamiliar with this species," he added anticipating the human's next 
question. Teal'c continued with his investigation, freeing one hand to 
closer inspect what appeared to be gouges in the bony surface. "I believe 
these are teeth marks. These creatures may not have died a natural 
death." 

"Oh, absolutely freakin' wonderful. You mean there may be some huge 
honking something on this planet capable of eating, whatever these were?" 

"There is such a possibility, O'Neill." Teal'c's dark eyes surveyed the 
bone yard scattered before them, filling the sandy depression and 
extending to the far dune. More spiky tops of the huge skeletal remains 
could be seen cresting the dune and possibly extending further beyond. He 
saw nothing moving, however. Teal'c turned and looked to O'Neill. "There 
is also the possibility the huge honking something no longer exits and 
these bones may have been here for many years." 

As Teal'c waited, he saw O'Neill remove his cap and rub his fingers 
through his silvered hair. The Jaffa had long ago recognized this gesture 
as one indicating the human was thinking, trying to decide what to do. 
The cap was replaced. O'Neill looked at Teal'c. 

"Okay. We should head back to the Stargate and rejoin Carter and Daniel. 
I want to give Daniel all the time he needs to study that temple and 
Carter to collect her samples. I want us all together. But, I don't want 
to cause a panic. We're just being cautious." 

Teal'c arched one eyebrow. "Should we not inform them of our discovery?" 

"Yeah, we'll do that on the way." 

"I believe the Stargate lies in that direction." Teal'c pointed the way. 

"Okay. Let's go." 

                         *******************

The hissing was faint, but as he listened, the high pitched intensity 
increased. Daniel looked away from the stone like object embedded in the 
bottom of the pillar of the Ancient's writing and peered over his left 
shoulder to where he thought the noise was emanating from. He saw nothing 
but the heat-waved desert vista stretching to the horizon. Then the 
hissing echoed from his right, and he spun around. Still nothing. Right 
hand resting on his holstered gun, Daniel's left hand inched upward to 
activate his radio. The sound was gone. All as still. All was quiet 
except for the rapid thudding of his heart in his chest. 

This was eerie. This wasn't his imagination, or remnant jitters from P3X-
888. Sam had said she heard a hissing noise not long after their arrival. 
Daniel stood and walked to the edge of the squared temple platform, 
surveying the larger flat edifice upon which the Stargate stood. Sam was 
nowhere in sight. 

"Sam?" Daniel called into the radio succeeding in keeping the unease from 
his voice. Of course, the hissing could just be the release of volcanic 
gases, just like on Onnanes, another desert planet Daniel did not have 
fond memories of. Except, where were the volcanoes or the smaller, cone 
shaped gas vents? 

"I hear you Daniel," Sam responded her voice issuing from the radio. 

"Where are you?" Daniel inquired, consciously omitting the relief from 
his tone. 

"On the opposite side of the gate platform in a small ravine collecting 
samples. Something wrong?" 

Daniel shook his head at his own foolishness. "No. I, um, just thought 
I'd check in. How's the sampling?" 

"I almost have all my sample vials filled. It's amazing how this sand is 
comprised of nearly one-third naquadah. You can easily see the black 
grains when you hold the vial up. Strange how the natural deposition of 
the sand on the surface doesn't reflect this." 

Daniel was physically relieved to allow his curiosity override his 
unease. "Naquadah in granular form? We've never encountered it like this 
before, have we?" 

"No. That's part of the justification we used to send a team to explore 
this planet. I think the sand is the mother load of naquadah the colonel 
referred to in the briefing. I mean, it's an unlimited source just lying 
here for us to harvest. I wonder how this will affect its capacitor 
properties to hold and discharge energy, or its tensile strength, or if 
we can even melt it to liquid form for molding or refining---" 

"Carter, cut that out!" The reprimand shouted over the open radio 
frequency. "Teal'c and I did not go on this hike to listen to the two of 
you babble on about....stuff, or whatever." 

Daniel smiled despite his unease. Jack was certainly making an obvious 
effort to establish that everything on this planet was okay. Nothing to 
worry about. 

"Yes, sir," Sam apologized. Daniel, however, clearly heard the amusement 
in her response. 

"So, Daniel, how's the translation coming?" Jack's singsong voice asked. 

"Oh, good. I've finished the Asgaard and the Ancients' columns." 

"Anything interesting?" 

Daniel hesitated. Should he say something or not? "Ahh, well, ...maybe." 

"Ahh, well...maybe?" Jack parroted. 

Daniel returned to stand before the Asgaard pillar and knelt, focused on 
the embedded stone. "Let me try something here," he said, reaching 
forward and touching the smooth surface. 

Nothing happened. He pushed. The stone did not move, but he felt it 
become warmer under his fingers, and it began to glow. With a humming 
sound, something within the temple floor activated. Daniel turned around 
to see a color enhanced holographic projection of the same planetary 
system carved on the floor in the temple's center. The image was almost 
as tall as himself and filled most of the open space of the tiny temple. 
The planets and their companion moons in this representation were moving, 
displaying their respective orbits around the trinary suns. The entire 
representation was very similar to what they had seen on Ernest's planet 
three years ago. 

Daniel watched, fascinated but remembered to speak into his radio. "How 
about you and Teal'c? See any purple dinosaurs?" 

"Not exactly. But those trees we thought were trees? They're not. The 
first set were tall cone shaped somethings, reminded me of giant anthills 
and these last..." There was a pause. "Well, they're bones. Big honking 
bones. Teal'c says there are gnaw marks all over 'em meaning something 
striped them clean." 

Enraptured, Daniel continued to watch the virtual display unfold before 
him. It appeared to be a fast-forwarded projection of the rotation of the 
solar system. His brow furrowed when he saw the orbital bodies begin to 
rotate into a straight alignment. The alignment seemed to stay that way 
frozen in time. This was significant and therefore, probably not a good 
thing. Maybe he should say something. The thought intensified in 
importance when Daniel glanced over his right shoulder toward the 
elevated Stargate and saw the third blue white sun creeping over the 
horizon. He returned his attention to the now stilled holographic 
planetary system. 

"So, sir, it's possible this planet is not all desert and devoid of 
life," Sam's theory emitted from Daniel's radio. 

The sound of her voice roused Daniel from his own theorizing. "Ah, Sam, 
what do we know of this planetary system?" 

"Well..." 

"It's got two suns." This helpful, but flippant, observation came from 
Jack. 

"Ahh, noo," Daniel disagreed seeing the full orb of the third sun 
elevated over the horizon. "It has three suns," he corrected, leaning 
beyond the protection of the capstone cover to see the first two suns 
nearly overhead. Decision made, he returned to stand before the 
holographic projection. "Jack, I've completed my translation of the 
Asgaard and Ancients columns." 

"And..." 

"Well, I think we may be on the fourth, and farthest, planet of a trinary 
sun system. I found an embedded stone device at the bottom of each 
pillar. The Asgaard device is very similar to what we've seen in the 
Hammer and the Hall of Might on Cimmeria. I'm assuming the embedded 
device at the bottom of each column is that races' version of the start 
button." 

"Daniel, is this going to take all day?" Jack interrupted. "Readers 
Digest version please. The start button for what?" 

"Right. Well, I just pushed it." 

"Daniel, damnit!! How many times have I told you not to touch things!!" 
Jack yelled from the radio. 

"And it activated a holographic image apparently projected from the 
temple floor," Daniel continued on, ignoring Jack's reprimand. 
"Unbelievable as it seems, every certain number of years, however that's 
measured here, this planet is totally eclipsed by a gigantic ringed 
planet." Daniel glanced toward the horizon behind him at right angle to 
the suns' position. He saw four distinctive black linear features inching 
above the sandy horizon. "Maybe by that one creeping up into the horizon 
behind where I'm located. If I read the translation correctly, when the 
eye covers the sky, the swallowers of life are aroused." 

"Come again?" 

"Right. Well, ..." Daniel never completed his sentence. He was looking at 
the camcorder sitting on the temple floor beside his backpack, canteens 
and open paged notebook. It was vibrating. As Daniel watched, he could 
feel the slight tremors through his booted feet traveling into his legs. 
And they were growing in intensity. 

"Sam!" He yelled into his radio. "Do you feel that?" 

From her hidden position in the ravine, Sam stood and looked around. 
Small bits of clumped sand were trickling down the two opposite faces of 
the crooked gash in the planet's surface. The shaking was becoming more 
intense. She could feel the unmistakable vibrations radiating into her 
own feet and legs beneath her feet. "Yes," was all she could say. She was 
at once fascinated and concerned with what was happening. Quake, her mind 
informed her. Get to higher ground. 

"Sam, get to the Stargate! Get to it now!! Hurry! Watch out behind you!" 

Daniel's shouted warnings echoed in the tiny ravine as Sam's instincts 
for survival encouraged her to abandon her sample case and begin a 
frantic scramble up the ravine face nearest the Stargate location. The 
ground was shifting and rumbling, making the climb difficult, but she 
persevered and reached the top, crawling over the lip and trying to stand 
on the wobbling ground. Behind her, on the other side of the ravine, the 
sand was moving. A huge wall of sand, a wave, was roiling in her 
direction. Daniel was right. Get to higher ground. Turning she began to 
run through the miasma of sand, seeing the uplifted platform in the near 
distance and knowing it was her only hope of salvation. 

                         *******************

"SAM! Run, run!!" Daniel's terrified warning blasted out of Teal'c's and 
O'Neill's radios in stereo. 

"What the hell's going on?!!" Jack shouted into this own radio. Suddenly, 
he was very alert and aware part of his team was in serious trouble. He 
looked at Teal'c. The Jaffa's dark-skinned face was etched with concern 
and urgency. 

"We should return to the Stargate at once, O'Neill." 

"Ya think?" Jack responded, already starting to jog up the sloping dune 
face. 

A sudden jarring movement of the soft ground beneath his feet, threw him 
off balance, and he stumbled to his knees. Teal'c reached down and 
grabbed his arm to haul him to his feet, never slowing in his own 
diagonal ascent across the shaking dune face. O'Neill clutched Teal'c's 
forearm, giving him added leverage and an anchor to keep from sliding 
downward as the rumbling sand seemed to be doing. His legs churning in 
desperation, Jack propelled himself closer to the dune summit. His team 
was in trouble. He had to save them. His military training, however, took 
control over his own undisciplined fears for Daniel's and Carter's 
safety. He had to keep calm and focused on the situation, move in a 
steady rhythm to conserve energy and keep control. Otherwise, his wild 
flailing would tumble both himself and Teal'c down the dune face, and 
they would lose precious minutes. Tightening his hold on Teal'c's 
forearm, Jack looked upward to see they were nearly to the top of the 
rolling sand. 

                         *******************

"SAM!! Run faster!!" Daniel screamed into his radio. All he could see 
beyond the elevated Stargate was the sand tidal wave approaching with 
increasing speed. And no sign of Sam. Of course he couldn't see her. She 
was in a ravine, obstructed from his view. "I'm coming!!" 

Daniel leapt from the temple platform. The moment he hit the sand, he 
froze, kneeling. The warm sand beneath his hands and knees was undulating 
and sliding, as if it were alive. And the hissing sound had returned. It 
was very loud now, almost as high-pitched as steam whistling from a 
boiling kettle. 

"Oh damn!!" he cursed, mounting fear for Sam's, as well as Jack's and 
Teal'c's safety, propelling him to his feet. The shifting sand knocked 
him off balance and he fell onto his back. As Daniel rolled onto his 
stomach prepared to stand again, he came face to face with a huge, dark 
maw, lined with shining serrated teeth. The mouth was wide enough to 
easily swallow a man and it was snaking toward him, the teeth clacking 
loudly as they snapped together in a chomping action. 

"Shit!!" 

Daniel spun around and leapt towards the temple. Adrenaline fueled his 
actions, as he levered himself onto the temple floor and sprawled on his 
back. He pulled his legs inward from over the edge just as he saw several 
oblong wormlike shapes elevate from the sand, huge mouths snapping at the 
empty air where his legs had been dangling only seconds before. Denied 
their prey, both creatures disappeared below the platform edge. 

Stunned, Daniel did not move. A few seconds passed before his brain 
managed to remind him Sam was in trouble and he needed to go find her. On 
hands and knees, Daniel cautiously crawled to the edge of the platform. 
He peered beyond the stone, prepared to scramble away if anything tried 
to grab him. He saw nothing but the sandy expanse between his location 
and the Stargate cresting and falling as it moved wavelike past the 
temple. The entire area was moving. Horrified, Daniel fumbled for his 
radio. 

"Sam!! Sam! Can you hear me!!" 

Crackling static was his only reply. 

"Sam?" Daniel repeated. Silence answered him. Shit!! he had to do 
something, but what? How could he get to her? He saw the sand tidal wave 
reach the far end of the Stargate platform and begin to cleave apart and 
slide around it. 

                         *******************

Sam was running as fast as she could. But, as she had once experienced in 
an earthquake, the ground seemed to move in one direction and throw her 
equilibrium off in another. It was difficult to maintain her balance. She 
saw the Stargate ahead, still over one hundred yards away. The sand 
between her and it was churning, moving in myriad directions. 

The major spared a glance behind her and saw the rolling sand tidal wave 
had steamrolled over the ravine and was not slowing. Suddenly, she lost 
her footing and fell to the shifting sand. A huge worm like creature, 
mouth gapping with viscous teeth towered over her sprawled form. Sam 
froze. She dared not even breathe, watching the worm waving before her. 
It stilled, then dove down into the sand. So that was what was causing 
the sand movements, her scientific mind deduced. These sandworms, or, 
whatever, borrowing the designation from Dune. There must be thousands of 
them Sam guessed, observing the wild shifting of the sand all around her. 

Suddenly realizing she had to get to solid ground, she stood, took a few 
cautious steps before running as fast as she could, hoping to reach the 
solidity of the rock platform before one of the creatures found her. With 
teeth like those, they ate anything unfortunate enough to be within reach 
of their grasp. This could explain the colonels' stripped bones. God, she 
prayed as she lost her balance, braced herself with an outstretched hand, 
righted and resumed running, let her get to the Stargate. Another thought 
jarred her mind. Please, Daniel, don't get down from that temple she 
screamed her silent plea to her teammate. Fingers trying to engage the 
radio as she bounded along, Sam realized she had to warn Daniel to stay 
where he was and not to come to find her as his last message said he was 
attempting to do. 

The 'gate was nearing, and Sam tried to increase her speed, still 
fumbling with the radio. Suddenly, she felt herself lifted upward. The 
dune wave had caught up with her. She rode the crest then suddenly fell, 
tumbling downward. She abruptly stopped when she found herself rammed 
against the solid rock wall of the platform. Not even thinking, she 
scrambled to her feet, grabbed the top edge and hauled herself upward 
just as the clacking sound of snapping teeth echoed behind her. Rolling 
on the flat, stone surface, Sam didn't stop until she reached the DHD. 
Turning, she saw the sand dune had passed her and was sieving around the 
platform. Some of the sand spilled onto the platform, but the structure 
was high enough to allow most of it to pass. She was fortunate the 
foundation was so large and tall an obstacle. 

Then she remembered, and her fear grew. The temple platform was tiny and 
not as elevated. Surely it wasn't large or tall enough to stop the sand 
nor the creatures beneath it whose herd movement was apparently the cause 
of the wave in the first place. Daniel! She had to warn Daniel! She 
reached for her radio, but to her dismay, found it was no longer in her 
vest pocket. 

Scrambling to her feet, Sam ran across the expanse of the platform, 
praying she wasn't too late. 

                         *******************

Daniel watched, fascinated, awed and a lot scared as the sand wave 
approached his location. Too late, he realized, the sand would most 
likely cover part of the small structure on which he stood. Deciding he 
had to take his chances and sprint over the moving sand to the safety of 
the larger Stargate platform, he began to step toward the edge prepared 
to jump. The entire temple shook with an unexpected impact. Daniel lost 
his balance and fell hard onto his back, air woofing from his lungs. 
Stunned, he managed to see the capstone overhead shiver as the Ancients' 
and the third pillar began to wobble. They fell with the repeated impact 
of something, the sand creatures, ramming into the stone platform beneath 
the sand. Daniel tried to roll onto his side to move to the edge of the 
temple, but was too slow to react. The pillars crashed down beside his 
location, followed by the now unsupported end of the capstone roof. He 
thought he heard Jack call his name as he screamed in response to the 
crushing weight of stone on top of him. A second passed before shearing 
pain radiated from his left thigh and right shoulder. As the sand wave 
moved past the destroyed temple, more flaming intense pain caused by the 
shifting weight crushing him overwhelmed Daniel's senses and blackness 
swallowed him. 

                         *******************

"DANIEL!!!" 

O'Neill screamed into his radio. He and Teal'c had just crested the 
undulating sand dune directly opposite the Stargate, arriving to observe 
the temple collapsing from the forced impact of the sand wave. Panicked, 
O'Neill began a desperate scramble in that direction only to be hauled 
backward by a huge yank from Teal'c pulling on his vest. As he fell onto 
the Jaffa and prepared to vent his displeasure, a worm-like creature 
emerged from the sand and towered over them. 

"Don't move, sir!!! They can't find you if you don't move!!" 

This shouted advice came from Carter who, O'Neill saw, was standing on 
the Stargate platform facing them, her hands cupped to her mouth. He 
trusted Carter implicitly. O'Neill froze. He felt the bulk that was 
Teal'c behind him do the same. The eyeless worm hovered, huge mouth rowed 
with teeth snapping open and shut. Finding no food, it wavered toward the 
direction of Carter's voice. It swayed once more before diving into the 
sand, disappearing to continue its sojourn in the direction of the 
conical towers and the bone graveyard. 

"O'Neill, we must reach the Stargate!" Teal'c shouted. He put actions to 
words and began to move, dragging a reluctant O'Neill behind him. 

"No, damn it!! We have to get to Daniel!!" Jack countered, struggling to 
free himself. But the Jaffa was too strong physically and continued to 
pull him toward the apparent safety of the nearer Stargate platform and 
the waiting Carter. "Damn it, Teal'c! Let go of me!!" Jack yelled but was 
ignored. 

"Hurry, sir!! Behind you!!" 

This frantic warning shout from Carter caused both men to pause and 
instinctively peer behind them. Another huge worm had exploded from the 
sand and was rapidly glidding toward the teammates. They had no choice 
but to flee to the Stargate, the platform nearest their location. With 
renewed vigor, Teal'c and O'Neill ran. 

The two men arrived at the nearly six foot high platform face. Carter 
knelt down offering a hand. Jack, no longer protesting, grabbed it and 
allowed her to haul him to safety. She reached down to assist Teal'c. 

The three stunned members of SG-1 stood on the elevated Stargate 
platform. Teal'c and Jack, winded from their frantic trek, were both 
gasping loudly, filling their lungs with precious air to replace that 
expended in their ordeal. Sam, sweaty, dusty and disheveled, her cap and 
sunglasses gone along with her radio, watched the on-going migration of 
the sand worms, as she'd christened the creatures. Her blue eyes were 
huge with a mixture of disbelief and worry. Disbelief at how a seemingly 
peaceful and dull planet had morphed into a hell fraught with dangers. 
This was combined with her overwhelming worry at the unknown status of 
their missing teammate. 

Sam looked at Teal'c. The Jaffa was now recovered from his escape from 
the sandworms, standing ramrod straight and rigid, his glistened and 
dusty face reflecting her own dread, his dark eyes fixed in the direction 
of the small temple. Sam shifted her silent survey to the equally 
disheveled colonel, his breathing steady as he, too, straightened from 
his hunched position. His brown eyes were dark with fear, fear for 
Daniel, and his jaw muscles rippled as he clenched and unclenched his 
teeth, regaining his aura of command and control. Sam forced herself to 
turn and look at the temple. 

"Oh, God," she muttered in total disbelief. 

All that remained of the tiny structure were the two most distant of the 
original four pillars. The capstone had collapsed at its unsupported end. 
Portions of the fallen roof had broken apart into several huge chunks. 
The opposite end was leaning precariously against the two remaining 
upright pillars. Sand churned by the passage of the herd of sandworms had 
heaped onto portions of the temple floor covering part of the collapsed 
stonework. Sam's gut clenched as she quickly registered what she knew her 
two silent companions realized. There was no visible sign of Daniel. 

"Damn it, Daniel!" Jack swore as he rushed forward to the end of the 
Stargate platform closest to the temple. He was followed closely by 
Teal'c and Sam. Teal'c extended one strong arm and hand to clasp O'Neill 
on the shoulder preventing the CO from jumping from the edge. "Damnit, 
Teal'c!" he shouted twisting to free himself. "Let go of me!!" he spat, 
his brown eyes now blazing. 

"No, sir! You can't!" Sam shouted and hated saying the words. "You'll 
never reach the temple. The er, ah, sand worms, would..." She swallowed 
and couldn't speak the gory reality. She saw, however, her meaning was 
clearly understood. 

"I believe Major Carter is correct, O'Neill," Teal'c seconded. Sam 
flashed him a look of gratitude for supporting her. O'Neill's angered 
eyes, however, cut from Carter to the Jaffa. Unfazed, Teal'c resumed 
speaking. "We were fortunate to elude these creatures and gain the safety 
of this platform. Until we learn otherwise, is it not wise to assume 
DanielJackson is there," Teal'c pointed to the ruined temple with his 
free hand, "and in need of our assistance." 

O'Neill clutched his head with both of his hands, turning to stare at the 
decimated temple. He lowered his hands and straightened his posture. 
"You're right, Teal'c," he admitted, his voice raw with the fear of the 
unknown status of their fourth team member. "You're both right," he added 
in apology. He took out his field glasses. "They're just freakin' worms, 
damnit. Freakin' bugs. No way am I going to let some damn..bugs.. There 
has to be a way..." 

"Yes, sir," Carter agreed enthusiastically. "And we'll find it and save 
Daniel." 

"Right," Jack concurred, trembling hands holding the binoculars to his 
face. "Carter, try to contact Daniel on your radio." 

"I lost mine, sir." 

"Take mine, Major Carter." Teal'c quickly removed his radio from its 
secure vest pocket and handed the device to Sam. 

She held it to her mouth determined to emulate the colonel and rely on 
her military training to keep her focused on the problem and find a 
resolution. "Daniel. Daniel, can you hear me?" Sam spoke calmly into the 
radio, pausing to await a reply. 

She cocked her head, intently listening for a familiar voice to issue 
from the speaker. But her mind wailed with whys. Why was this happening? 
This was supposed to have been a safe planet, posing no danger or threat 
to any of them. They had come here hoping to regain the balance, 
familiarity and cohesiveness the team had developed over nearly four 
years of working together. To return to business as usual. To convince 
themselves everything was okay, and they were all fine again after the 
scare on P3X-888. Daniel had to be alive, he had to be... 

Sam desperately held onto that silent mantra. But her imagination would 
not cooperate, and vivid images of Daniel's torn and bloodied body 
flashed before her. She squeezed her eyes shut to chase away the gory 
sight of Daniel being shredded apart by the rapier like teeth of the 
sandworms. No, damnit! She jerked her head, opening her eyes. 
He...wss....alive....and whole, just as he was when they found him on 
P3X-888. 

Taking a deep breath, Sam regained her self-control. Giving into her 
fears was not helping their missing teammate. She opened her eyes, face 
set with grim determination. Her last radio contact with Daniel was his 
message saying he was coming to help her. Now she would return the 
gesture and help him. She glanced upward, saw the three suns of this 
trinary, not binary, system inching across the pale blue sky. Gaze 
shifting to her left, towards the horizon right angled to the ruined 
temple, Sam saw the first glimpse of the maroon curved orb of the gas 
giant with its four black rings Daniel informed them about, slowly 
creeping upward, blotting out more and more of the blue white sky with 
each passing second. 

"C'mon, Danny. You be alive, you hear me. You...be..alive." 

Hearing her CO's whispered plea, Sam focused on the ruined temple. 
"Daniel, can you hear me? It's Sam. Please respond. Daniel--" 

"Carter," O'Neill cut in. "Hold it a sec." He lowered his binoculars and 
took the two remaining steps forward to balance on the edge of their 
sanctuary. 

"O'Neill," Teal'c rumbled in warning, and Sam saw him again reach toward 
the older man. 

"No, Teal'c, I think I see...." O'Neill's fingers adjusted the focus and 
stilled once again, tightly wrapped around the field glasses. 

Sam felt her heartbeat increasing, pounding with mixed dread and 
anticipation. 

"I do!" the colonel suddenly shouted and despite herself Sam jumped. "I 
see a hand and an arm," he paused in his recitation. "I see Daniel's left 
hand and arm and the top of his head. He's not moving." 

"Daniel! Please respond!" Sam spoke into the radio, panic causing her 
voice to rise. 

"Keep calling him, Carter. We have to find out..." 

"Daniel!! It's Sam. Please respond! Daniel, we can see you!! Please 
respond." 

                         *******************

//The loud, guttural roaring of the Unas echoed loudly around him in the 
dim, dank and stench filled cavern. Daniel stood rooted to the floor, 
paralyzed with fear, staring, gaping at the huge shape lumbering toward 
him. He knew he should run, but couldn't command his legs to cooperate. 
It would be hopeless, anyway. He was too tired, had finally expended all 
of his physical energy. Daniel knew he was going to die and his death was 
to be meted out in the form of the slavering primordial giant of the Unas 
advancing toward him, huge clawed fingers flexing in anticipation of 
tearing the wearied archeologist apart limb by limb. Even if he begged 
the creature not to kill him, Daniel knew it would be useless. His last 
vestiges of hope vanished. His friends would be too late. There would be 
no rescue. This was it. Daniel accepted his fate. He was afraid, yet 
prepared to die, to cross the Nile River to the other side, to the land 
of the dead, to enter the house of the god and fall into the embrace of 
Sha're, who would be waiting to greet him. They would be together again, 
for eternity. 

The Unas male towered over him, saliva dripping from its snapping mouth, 
rapier pointed teeth clacking with the movement. With one swipe of his 
powerful, muscular arm, the Unas hit Daniel. The archeologist fell 
heavily to the floor and was covered with the crushing weight of the Unas 
pouncing on top of him.//

"Daniel. Daniel can you hear me? Please respond. It's Sam." 

//Sam? Was that Sam? Are they going to rescue me after all? 

In desperation, Daniel mentally clutched for the salvation Sam's calling 
offered to the tiny part of himself not yet willing to surrender and die. 
There was still something he had to do, but what? Sam's scared voice 
sounded tinny, fuzzy, as if it was coming from a great distance. The land 
of the living perhaps? Daniel found it difficult to focus on her words. 
Something was distracting him. The roaring Unas...that was it. And the 
sharp, crushing pain radiating from his left thigh and right shoulder, 
and the heavy, oppressive weight of the Unas pressing on his chest. Wait, 
something's not right here..... Daniel's awareness slid away into the 
darkness...//

"Daniel! Please respond!!" 

//The urgency in Sam's voice rang in his conscious as Daniel struggled 
free of the cloying darkness and tried to focus on her words, her voice. 

Wait...wait... Sam....Sam's in trouble. Have to help her...//

"Daniel!! It's Sam. Please respond!!" 

//Sam's alive!! Thank God! I'm sorry, Sam. I tried to come to you. I 
tried... 

Despite his desperate efforts, Daniel felt himself drifting away, lulled 
into acceptance as the papyrus boat gently floated across the Nile 
nearing the shoreline of the land of the dead. He wanted to let go...to 
fall into the numbness, to end the pain, to end all of his suffering. 
But....Sam!!!//

"Daniel, we can see you. Please respond!!" 

//We? Wait, ..can't go yet. Have to...have to...have to...Jack....Teal'c. 
No, can't leave without warning them...warn them...//

He had to warn his friends of the danger lurking nearby. With great 
effort and strength of will, Daniel focused on Sam's voice. It was oddly 
enough coming from his left shoulder. Wasn't it? He tried to concentrate 
on listening, but there was only silence and the pain, the crushing, 
piercing, burning pain... 

"Daniel, it's Sam,....please..." 

The tremor in her voice focused Daniel. Radio...find the radio...left 
shoulder... Ignoring his physical agony, Daniel became aware his left arm 
and hand were flung out away from his body. It felt okay, no pain coming 
from the appendage. Had to see....had to see... Daniel fought back the 
horror of the last sight his eyes had observed, of a huge maw of teeth 
chomping toward him...Sam was calling to him. He had to warn his friends. 

Daniel forced his eyelids to move, and they slit open, feeling gritty and 
scratchy. His mouth was gritty too, as if fine-grained particles were 
inside as well as covering his face. He tried to swallow and coughed as 
the foreign grit trickled down his throat. The reflex produced a flare of 
agony and reminded him of the crushing weight splayed across his chest. 
Ignoring the discomfort, he refocused, reminding himself he was looking 
for his left hand. Eyes opened again, wider this time. Everything was 
bright but blurry. Apparently his glasses were gone. His head slowly 
rolled to his left. He blinked a few more times and thought he saw his 
fingers flexing and unflexing. Teeth clenched, he silently commanded his 
left arm to move. Slowly, his hand lifted, arm bending at the elbow, 
rising then falling, the fingers of his hand tapping his shoulder. 
Fingers crawled, searching for the radio. Successful, they touched the on 
switch and pushed. 

"....am...." Daniel croaked, coughing as more grit tickled down his 
throat. This was followed by two more waves of pain radiating through his 
body. 

                         *******************

"Daniel?" Sam called into her radio, hand raised for silence. "Daniel? If 
that was you, try again. Try again." 

"...s....Sam..." 

"Daniel!" 

Daniel realized this was a new voice talking to him from his radio. It 
sounded like... 

"It's Jack. You listen to me carefully. We're coming to get you. Do you 
hear me? You just hang in there. That's an order, Jackson. Don't you even 
think of disobeying, you hear me!?" 

"...ack...warn...you..." 

"No, Daniel don't talk unless we tell you to. Save your strength." 

"...ack....sooorry...." 

"Daniel, what did I just tell you?" 

Daniel heard the irritation in Jack's voice and drew comfort from it. He 
also knew he had to disregard Jack's order as usual. "...have...to 
...tell..." 

"No, it can wait. Tell me when we have you home safe. Conserve your 
strength." 

"...no...dead..." 

"No, you're not going to die. I won't let you, you hear me, Daniel?" 

"...leave..." 

"No, we're not leaving. We're coming to get you." 

"...kay..." Daniel surrendered, feeling his fingers slip off the radio 
and himself slipping into unconsciousness. 

//I have to go back, for just a minute. I have to tell Jack, warn him. 
Daniel knelt in the papyrus boat, now floating, motionless in the middle 
of the Nile River. Somehow he had to steer it away from the land of the 
dead and toward the shore where his friends stood waiting to receive the 
news he had to deliever.//

                         *******************

O'Neill clicked off his radio and turned to face Carter and Teal'c. 
"Okay. What do we have and what do we need and how the hell do we get him 
home alive?" he added, now in full-blown command mode. A member of his 
team was down, injured, and needed rescue. The fact the distressed 
teamember was Daniel, his friend, was ruthlessly shoved into a tiny 
recess by the command voice speaking in Jack's mind. 

"We need to rescue DanielJackson. We as yet do not have the means to do 
so." 

Jack cocked one silver eyebrow at Teal'c. 

"Sir, we have to develop a plan which will allow us to reach Daniel's 
position without being attacked or..." 

"Eaten," Jack supplied. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Okay, Major, how do we go about doing that? In fact, how do we know the 
worms are still here?" He turned around to look at the remains of the 
temple. "I don't see the sand moving or hear that whistling sound." 

"They are here, O'Neill," Teal'c intoned, his gaze focused laser-like on 
the partially visible form of the archeologist. 

"Sir, I have a theory," Sam offered. 

"Theory? Let's hear it, Carter." 

"Yes, sir. I believe the, er, well, sand worms, sense their prey by 
sound, or rather, the vibrations of the sound waves caused by noise or 
movement. The sand amplifies and conducts the vibration. It's comprised 
of nearly one-third naquadah. We know the mineral is an exceptional 
conductor of electricity. Why can't the same be said of conduction of 
sound waves or vibrations? Living in the sand, the worms don't need eyes 
to see or ears to hear. They rely on vibrations. That's why I told you 
and Teal'c to stop moving when you encountered them. They could no longer 
hear, or sense, your movements so they moved on." 

"How will this help Daniel?" 

"Well, sir we may be able to clear a secure path between our current 
position and the temple. We can use it to rescue Daniel. I doubt we could 
rig a pulley system. I don't think those last two pillars are sturdy 
enough to anchor our weight." 

"Okay," Jack said, nodding his head. "That sounds like a plan. What do 
you need?" 

"Well, first, a moment to test my theory." 

Sam walked over to the MALP and hurriedly opened several of the probe's 
cargo containers. She pulled out miscellaneous objects including another 
sample case, several plastic water bottles and several smaller carrying 
cases. Arms loaded, she returned to where the two men stood waiting at 
the platform edge. Bending over she set her objects on the smooth stone 
surface and straightened, one hand holding one of the empty hard plastic 
carrying cases. Hefting the case once in her hand, she pitched it as far 
as she could. The case plopped onto the sand. Almost instantaneously, a 
sandworm emerged from the sand, mouth open and pointed teeth glistening 
in the triple sun light. The case vanished into the serrated maw. Both 
case and worm disappeared beneath the sand. 

"Okay. I'd say that proves your theory. Now what?" 

"Well, sir, I think I can rig some sonic devices. We shoot them to 
outline a path between our location and the temple. The high intensity 
and frequency of the sound should frighten or confuse the worms and keep 
them away." O'Neill's face creased with confusion. "Um, think of those 
wireless fences advertised on TV for your pets?" Sam offered as a 
simplified explanation. 

"Oh. Got it. But, its just a theory, right?" His worried glance drifted 
to the ruined temple. 

"Yes, sir. But for now it's all I can think of." 

"That's good enough for me." 

"Can we construct these devices from materials on the MALP?" Teal'c 
asked, his gaze never wavering from their trapped team member. 

"No. That's the one flaw in my plan. I'm assuming the Stargate or DHD 
wasn't damaged in the worm migration. We can contact the SGC, via the 
MALP, and get the supplies and tools I need to build the devices." 

O'Neill nodded before addressing Teal'c. "Let's find out if the 'gate 
works. Teal'c," he returned the radio to the Jaffa. "Stay here. Watch 
Daniel. Try to contact him every thirty minutes or so. Keep him talking 
just long enough to ensure he's still alive. Remind him we're here, he'll 
be rescued and he's not alone." His voiced cracked when speaking his 
final command. 

Teal'c's head bowed in acceptance of the orders as he took possession of 
his radio. "I request being among those who will attempt the rescue of 
DanielJackson." 

"Yeah, I kinda figured that was a no brainer." At Carter's unasked 
question, O'Neill nodded. "All three of us plus a few other volunteers. 
Okay, Carter, let's contact Hammond." 

                         *******************

"We have an off-world activation, General." 

The familiar rumbling indicative of an incoming wormhole quickly followed 
this announcement from Sergeant Davis, the on-duty gate technician. 

General Hammond turned away from the kitted members of SG-2 and 7, who 
were gathered in the control room undergoing final instructions before 
their departure to investigate another potential planet suitable for the 
Inkarans to colonize. Frowning, the base commander came to stand behind 
the technician. It was always a concern when off world activation's 
occurred even when they were done at pre-scheduled times from SG teams 
exploring other planets. However, there was always the chance such an 
activation was initiated by unknown cultures or by the Goa'uld. 

"Are you receiving an IDC code, Sergeant?" 

"No, sir, not....." Sergeant Davis paused, then "yes sir." He intently 
watched the computer monitor, waiting confirmation of the signal. "It's 
SG-1." 

Hammond straightened. "I suppose it's wishful thinking to believe they're 
finished with their survey of P4X-380 and are ready to come home. Open 
the iris." 

Sergeant Davis activated the computer program which opened the protective 
titanium covering. It dilated, revealing the wavering silver blue event 
horizon of the active incoming wormhole. Everyone expectantly waited and 
watched. The seconds passed, but no one emerged from the rippling 
gateway. 

"Receiving a MALP transmission, sir." 

"Put it through," Hammond ordered moving to stand before a blank monitor. 
It flickered and rolled for a few seconds then the image stabilized. A 
very concerned and grim faced Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter peered 
from the screen. 

"Colonel, Major," Hammond greeted keeping his voice calm. His hands, 
however, were clenched into fists at his side indicative of his anxiety. 
His instincts told him this was not a social call. "Report your status." 

"Sir, we have a situation," O'Neill began, tension evident in his tone. 

Hammond's fists squeezed tighter. He suspected he was not going to like 
what the colonel was about to relay to him. 

"Daniel is trapped beneath the rubble of a collapsed temple." 

With this declaration, concern for the archeologist's well being flared 
within Hammond. He clenched his jaws to maintain his composure. 

"We'll need some field and medical support, and some specialized 
equipment Major Carter will relay to Sergeant Siler," O'Neill continued. 
"We'll need all of this ASAP." 

"Understood, Colonel." Hammond turned to the attentive Sergeant Davis. 
"Have Sergeant Siler report to the control room and notify Doctor Fraiser 
to assemble what is needed for a medical field evacuation." Orders given, 
he refocused his attention to the two waiting officers keeping his own 
growing dread at bay. 

"Ahh, General," O'Neill continued. "This planet sprung a few surprises on 
us in the way of bizarre, huge honkin' and hungry worms with very sharp 
teeth. Apparently, they live within the sand. They attack anything that 
moves. Whoever comes here should be told that before embarkation." 

"General," Major Griff addressed the senior officer, "as we're already 
here and geared up for gate travel, SG-2 would like to volunteer." 

"I heard that, General," O'Neill's voice issued from the speaker. "Thank 
you, Major." 

The Marine commander moved to stand beside Hammond. "The Marines are not 
afraid of a few worms, Colonel. We just got Doctor Jackson back. Maybe 
our luck will hold again. You tell him to wait for us." 

"I will, Major." 

"What is Doctor Jackson's condition?" Hammond asked. He realized O'Neill 
had perhaps deliberately skimmed over this fact. Not wanting to believe 
the worse, he awaited an answer. 

"Well, he's alive for now," Jack said. 

Even with the transmission distortion, O'Neill's fear for the well being 
of his teammate telegraphed to the waiting general. 

"No idea how long that will last or what the extent of his injuries are," 
the colonel continued. "We can't reach him right now. Regardless, 
General, I don't leave members of my team behind." 

"I'm not suggesting you would, Colonel." So it was bad. Murmurs sounded 
behind Hammond. He turned to see what was causing the commotion. He 
nodded in satisfaction, turning to speak again into the microphone. 
"Sergeant Siler is here. Sergeant," he waved the maintenance chief to the 
mike. "Major Carter will be relaying a list of materials she needs to be 
gated to P4X-380 ASAP." 

"Understood, sir," Siler acknowledged moving toward the mike. Hammond 
stepped out of the way to allow SG-2 to file to the stairs leading down 
to the gate room. He had put the rescue into motion. All he could do was 
anxiously wait, let his people do their jobs and pray Doctor Jackson 
would once again defy the angel of death. 

                         *******************

//Daniel felt the oppressive weight of the Unas body pressing down on his 
chest, slowly compressing his lungs. It was getting harder to draw 
breath. With one last effort of bravado, he decided to open his eyes and 
face the instrument of his death. Slowly, he pried his eyelids open. He 
saw the huge clawed hand inches from his face. In slow motion, Daniel 
fixated on the claws as they lifted, then in a blur came down, talons 
raking across his right shoulder downward into his chest. The searing 
pain was unbearable, and Daniel choked on his own gasped scream.//

"DanielJackson." 

//Was that Teal'c? No!!! Not here!! Teal'c get away!!! Daniel knew he had 
to warn his friend to leave or he'd be eaten as well. Daniel squeezed his 
eyes shut and rolled his head to the left to avoid seeing the ravenous 
Unas perched above him.//

He blinked to remove the stinging grit from his eyes and saw not the cave 
of the Unas, nor the watery expanse of the Nile River. Rather Daniel saw 
pale blue-sky overhead. Wait, where is he? He had to tell Jack something, 
didn't he? Something.... Daniel blinked his eyes again and saw it. The 
maroon eye slowly rising, devouring the sky inch by inch. The dark.... 

"DanielJackson." 

With sharp clarity, reality swept over Daniel. He wasn't on P3X-888, but 
P4X-380, trapped under the collapsed capstone of the temple. Daniel felt 
a pain stinging his left thigh. His body spasmed causing the pain to 
lance through his right shoulder. He gasped in response to the agony and 
jerked his left hand. Radio. He must activate his radio. 

".....teal...." 

"DanielJackson. I am pleased to hear your voice. I am watching you. You 
must not struggle. You will only damage yourself further. We are coming." 

"...no...leave....warn you...dark...." Daniel gasped, hoping the radio 
could transmit his weakened voice. He frantically tried, and failed, to 
draw additional air into his compressed lungs. Instead, blackness clouded 
his vision and engulfed him. Slowly, his left hand slid away from the 
radio to lie motionless on the sand covered temple floor. 

                         *******************

"Teal'c?" Jack asked as he rushed over to stand beside the Jaffa. "Was 
Daniel trying to tell you something?" 

"I believe DanielJackson was attempting to warn me of an unknown danger. 
He said dark," Teal'c answered, his intense gaze never flickering from 
the now motionless form of his friend so tantalizingly close and still so 
far away. "I believe he is no longer aware." 

Jack held the binoculars to his face. "Yeah, he's not moving," he 
confirmed lowering the field glasses. //Daniel's just unconscious, is 
all. Probably better for him right now// Jack convinced himself. //He has 
to be hurting.// He refused to even consider the alternative that he had 
stood here within yelling distance and just watched Daniel die. 

O'Neill shaded his eyes with his hand and looked skyward. The three suns 
would soon be covered by the gas giant easing it's way into the sky just 
as Daniel's translation and the holographic image had predicted. 

"Yeah, he must mean the eclipse," Jack clarified Daniel's cryptic 
warning. "I don't plan on being here to see the full effect." He lowered 
his hand and looked once more to the collapsed temple. "Hammond's 
mobilizing the rescue. Help should be here soon." 

Jack struggled to keep his voice calm while fighting the urge to leap 
from the platform and run. For an insane moment, he considered taking his 
chances with the worms and attempt to go to Daniel. Then his military 
training reasserted itself and he dismissed wasting mental energy of any 
additional desperate scenarios. 

"I must ask your forgiveness, O'Neill." 

"What?" The unexpected statement from Teal'c garnered Jack's full 
attention. 

"Perhaps you were correct," the Jaffa continued regretfully. "Perhaps I 
should not have prevented you from attempting to reach DanielJackson. If 
you had been successful, DanielJackson would not now be alone." 

"No, Teal'c. You acted correctly," Jack quickly assured. "I should 
apologize for yelling at you. I lost my composure. Thankfully, one of us 
was keeping focused on the situation." Jack sighed releasing some of his 
pent-up frustration. "I don't know what's worse. Not knowing if he's 
alive or having him in clear view and unable to help him." 

"Perhaps I should attempt---" 

"No!" O'Neill barked, interrupting Teal'c's suggestion. "No freakin' 
way!! I'm not going to be the one to tell Daniel you got torn apart by 
those damn worms while trying to save him! Not even Junior can give you 
an edge this time." Suddenly aware he was yelling, Jack paused, breathing 
deeply to calm his jangled nerves and regain his composure. What the hell 
was wrong with him? He was totally falling apart, losing it just when 
Daniel needed him to be at his hard ass colonel best. Jack hated losing 
control. And, damnit, he wasn't going to. "No," Jack resumed speaking, 
his voice matter of fact, "we keep watch. We wait for the rescue and pray 
Daniel hangs on long enough for us to get him home. I hate it too, but we 
have to wait." 

Teal'c accepted O'Neill's words with a slight tilt of his head, 
suspecting the gravity of O'Neill's internal struggles. His eyes, 
however, never strayed from their trapped comrade. The two teammates 
waited: Teal'c as stationary as a stone statue and Jack a bundle of 
nerves just waiting to explode. As the tense seconds passed, the ringed 
gas giant crept higher and higher into the pale blue sky, stalking its 
starry prey while the sands of the planet shifted and wavered, the hot 
air echoing the hissing of the moving worms. 

After five minutes, Jack began pacing behind Teal'c. He hated this 
inactivity. He hated being helpless even less so. Why couldn't he stay 
focused? If he didn't keep it together, he'd condem Daniel to...whatever. 
Damnit!! Daniel was not more than fifty yards away, trapped and no doubt 
in agony, stranded and needing rescue in the worst possible way. Alone. 
Alone again as Jack merely watched impotent to act. Damnit!! Jack cursed 
kicking at the dusting of sand on the smooth stone floor. Oh, yeah that 
was real productive. He glared at Carter as she approached. Then he 
schooled his emotions and set his command face in place. This was not 
helping Daniel. What was wrong with him anyway? He had to stay focused or 
Daniel would be lost to them. 

"Carter," he greeted his 2IC as she came to stand before him. 

"Sir, the rescue team should be arriving within the next thirty minutes. 
Sergeant Siler suggested he bring all the equipment we need here, and he 
could assist me in assembling the sonic devices. It would save time." 

O'Neill nodded his head. "Good thinking. He know about our friends?" 

"Yes, sir. I informed him but he volunteered to come anyway." 

Jack felt a stirring of pride knowing how many people at the SGC, upon 
hearing of Daniel's current predicament, had stepped forward to offer 
assistance. 

"Okay. All we can do now is wait and hope Daniel does the same." 

Jack resumed his pacing. 

"Sir?" 

"Carter?" 

"Sir, there's something I should tell you." 

At the sound of the distress in her voice, Jack ceased his pacing and 
looked at her. "What?" 

"This will sound, well, odd, sir, but I had a premonition something might 
happen to Daniel," Carter reluctantly confessed. 

"Come again?" Jack was astonished. He relied on Carter to keep a level 
head at all times, not to speculate on weird stuff. That was Daniel's 
forte. 

"Well, when I saw Daniel climb into the temple, I had a bad feeling of de 
ja vu. I dismissed it at the time. Now I know why it frightened me. 
Seeing Daniel standing in the temple, it reminded me of the death of his 
parents." 

"When the temple stone fell and crushed them?" 

"Yes, sir. I should have said something, warned him... At the very least, 
I should have remained near the temple collecting my samples. You left 
Daniel in my charge, and I've failed both of you. There was no reason for 
me to wander so far away. If I was here, I could have..." 

Jack was dumbfounded to hear Carter's words tumbling forth, the assumed 
self-guilt causing some hysteria to raise the pitch of her voice. Okay, 
Jack thought, he had to quash this fast. First, Teal'c was guilt 
tripping, now Carter. He was just frigging falling apart. What was it 
Teal'c had said earlier, not everyone on SG-1 were as fine as they 
claimed to be? Deep, deep denial here. Apparently. He had to show some 
leadership. None of this hand wringing would save Daniel. 

"Carter!!" Jack snapped, instantly halting her litany. When he saw he had 
her undivided attention, he continued. "You're letting your imagination 
get the better of you." 

"I know, sir. Still..." 

"It's not your fault, Carter," Jack interrupted, instantly garnering her 
attention. "You were doing your job. Daniel was doing his job. He'll be 
the first to tell you to stop blaming yourself. I need you to keep 
focused." Jack glanced down to his dust-covered boots. "I'm the one who 
wasn't doing his job. I'm the one who ignored the red alert warning when 
we all heard that hissing sound and did nothing. I ignored it because I 
was so damned determined to have this survey be a successful one. I just 
wanted..." He closed his eyes and shook his head. 

"Yes, sir. I understand." 

Sam directed her worried gaze to the collapsed temple. O'Neill did the 
same. 

"God, I hate this waiting," he muttered. He resumed his pacing, stamping 
down a path in the fine-grained sand behind the twin statues of Carter 
and Teal'c. 

                         *******************

This situation was most disquieting, Teal'c thought. It was requiring all 
of his self-control to stand absolutely still, his vision and his 
concentration focused on the partially hidden unmoving form of 
DanielJackson. The Jaffa believed if he lost visual contact with the 
archeologist, the scholar would perish. Teal'c had placed himself in a 
calming state of Kel-nor-reem so he could remain focused on his injured 
friend. He recalled when DanielJackson was transported by the Crystal 
Skull, he could sense his friend's presence even though he could not see 
him. If he concentrated only on DanielJackson, Teal'c prayed the 
archeologist would sense him and know he was not alone, know his friends 
were near and attempting to assist him. To add to his disquiet, Teal'c 
was witnessing O'Neill and Major Carter panicking, losing their 
confidence, something he had not witnessed since they all believed 
DanielJackson dead and lost to them on Onnanes. Both of the Tau'ri 
officers relied on their military training and discipline, oftentimes 
appearing to be uncaring, to successfully implement and complete their 
missions. Yet, their training and discipline was failing them in this 
crisis. This was not acceptable, but Teal'c did not know how to correct 
the problem. 

He sensed Major Carter standing behind him and O'Neill pacing. 
DanielJackson must remain alive or SG-1 would be no more. 

                         *******************

The three members of SG-1stirred from their morbid tableau when they 
heard the first rumbling of the chevrons engaging the Stargate. 

Roused from her vigil, Carter hurried to stand beside the DHD. Jack and 
Teal'c continued their surveillance perched at the edge of the platform 
as the remaining chevrons clunked into place. Unexpectedly, instead of 
the familiar kawoosh of the exploding wormhole, another sound erupted, 
splitting the air with a chorus of pitched hissing. This disturbance was 
followed by several sandworms geysering from the sandy expanse separating 
the two elevated stone platforms. Teal'c lifted his staff weapon, taking 
aim as one of the worms, serrated toothed mouth gaping open, undulated in 
their direction. The other two seemed to be cleaving the sand moving 
toward the temple. One of them hit the temple base and roared it's 
displeasure. The two remaining upright, temple columns tottered with the 
impact. The dismantled, broken capstone leaning against the columns 
shifted. The jarring was enough momentum to tumble the pillars off the 
platform with the leaning portion of the capstone following, snapping and 
grinding as it slid to the sand. Despite the cacophony of sound, 
O'Neill's blood froze in his veins as he heard Daniel's hoarse scream of 
agony. 

"Damnit!!" the soldier shouted, aiming and firing his M90. 

The flying bullets shredded one of the worms, yellow orange gooey masses 
of skin and muscle visibly torn free from the body as it plopped onto the 
sand, unmoving. Its two companions immediately veered and attacked, 
devouring their dead companion. Tense moments passed as O'Neill and 
Teal'c watched in horrified fascination. Feasting completed, the two 
worms dove beneath the sand leaving two parallel linear rows of whitening 
bones and a partially eaten worm corpse slow roasting on the scorching 
sand. 

"God, the stench," O'Neill muttered. He covered his face to keep from 
gagging but could not turn away from the demolished temple. "Teal'c, see 
about Daniel." 

"He is no longer moving, O'Neill," the Jaffa reported tonelessly. 
"DanielJackson," he spoke into the activated radio. A few seconds of 
strained silence passed. "He is not responding. I will go," the Jaffa 
volunteered. He took a step forward, preparing to leap from the Stargate 
platform. 

"No!" Jack shouted, physically blocking the warrior's passage. "No, 
Teal'c, no," he insisted hands pressed against Teal'c's vest covered 
chest. "We have to wait for Carter's doohickeys." 

The two soldiers shared a fearful, realistic look, each realizing they 
might have just heard the death scream of their friend. The unforgiving 
reality of their situation dictated their actions. They reluctantly knew 
they had no choice but to wait. 

"Damnit!!" Jack swore moving away from the Jaffa to see the arriving 
members of the rescue party disembark from the wormhole. "Carter!" From 
her station at the DHD, Carter turned toward her CO's shouted summons. 
"We need those whatevers ASAP!!" 

"Yes, sir!" 

Jack watched Carter and Sergeant Siler cross to the FRED. Opening cases, 
they selected the equipment they would need. SG-2, accompanying Doc 
Fraiser, with their rifles aimed protectively before them emerged from 
the wormhole fanning out before the Stargate. 

Jack's fingers squeezed the M90 rifle in his hands. His entire body was 
vibrating, his panic roiling out of control. //Focus, focus!!// he 
berated himself. 

"Damnit, this is taking too damn much time!!" he muttered. He swung 
around and glared at the destroyed remnants of the tiny temple. The 
platform was outlined against the maroon body of the rising gas giant. 
"Daniel, you be alive. You be alive," O'Neill whispered his order to his 
trapped friend. 

                         *******************

//Daniel wanted nothing more than to fall into the inviting black abyss 
to feel nothing and know nothing, to be consumed by the dark. The pain 
assaulting and radiating through his body was unbearable. So this is what 
an animal feels in its death throes when being torn apart and eaten by a 
carnivore. He could hardly draw breath and when he did, it only caused 
more suffocating pain. Enough. He just wanted it to end. Please let it 
end. Daniel began drifting again, feeling the papyrus boat rocking 
beneath him. He heard a piercing scream echo around him, felt the Unas 
press down on his already squeezed lungs. Surely his ribs must be 
breaking by now, unable to withstand such vise like pressure. Fire flared 
through his left thigh. Daniel could endure no more. He slipped over the 
abyss, hearing the reports of rifle fire as he fell into blackness. The 
rescue was here. But, they were too late,...too late,...too late,.. the 
dark...//

                         *******************

Sam busied herself assisting Siler unload the FRED. Drawing on her 
ingrained military training and discipline, she concentrated on the task 
at hand. She, too, heard the human scream of agony when the worms 
attacked but refused to dwell on the implications. //Daniel is alive. 
Daniel is alive. Daniel is alive, and I'm going to rescue him,// Sam 
silently repeated to herself. 

Noticing a slight tremor in her fingers as she opened the tool kit, Sam 
willed the physical display of her concern to cease as she selected the 
required tools. She glanced out of the corner of her eye. The colonel was 
again pacing behind the cenotaph who was Teal'c. She couldn't look beyond 
the two men to the demolished temple, nor to the planetary giant now 
devouring the first of the trinary suns in the darkening sky overhead. 
She dampened the sound of the echoed hissing of the sandworms movement 
surrounding their location. She had work to do. The colonel was relying 
upon her to successfully guide them through this disaster. Daniel's life 
depended on her putting her theory into practice. 

Selecting one of the cylindrical metal devices and with the proper tool 
in the other hand, Sam began her tinkering. Despite what the colonel had 
told her, she blamed herself for Daniel's predicament. If she had 
remained here collecting her samples, both of them could have found 
refuge from the sandworm threat. Daniel was so distracted with studying 
the temple he never would have noticed her hovering. They could have all 
gated home to the SGC, safe and alive and amazed yet again at the 
unexpected surprises Stargate travel sprang upon them. 

First device completed, Sam set it aside and selected a second one. She 
had never seen her CO lose his command focus as he had here. Reminding 
the colonel of his job priorities was part of her 2IC duties Sam never 
believed she would have to enforce. It was eerie how unemotional he had 
been during their search for Daniel on P3X-888. If she hadn't served with 
the man for over three years she could easily have determined he didn't 
care if Daniel was found or not. Jack O'Neill deliberately kept his 
feelings buried deep within himself or they would hamper his ability to 
command. She glanced to the pacing man. This time his feelings had 
surfaced, as had her own, and it was affecting his ability to command. 
When they returned to the SGC, with Daniel alive--no other outcome was 
acceptable--she was scheduling an appointment with a stress counselor. 
She couldn't go on like this, existing in denial. Daniel was always the 
one chiding her for hiding her feelings behind her military demeanor. 
Well, she was feeling now. 

                         *******************

Jack, finally realizing he was pacing when he should be issuing orders to 
the new arrivials, strode over to SG-2 and Doc Fraiser. Siler and Carter 
were busy tinkering so he didn't disturb them. He saw Fraiser was 
unpacking her medical supplies from the FRED. The ever efficient doctor 
already had the stretcher laid out, prepped and ready to carry Daniel 
back, whether alive or...No stop thinking that!! Jack scolded himself. 
Once again under control, he addressed Major Griff. 

"Major, thanks for coming," he addressed the gathered members of SG-2. 
"What did you bring?" 

"Colonel, sir. The items Major Carter requested. Plus some high intensity 
lamps and a portable generator to power them as a precaution in case the 
eclipse happens before we're done. Some pry bars to remove the slabs and 
other rocks so we can free Doctor Jackson. How is he, sir?" the major 
asked, his craggy face expressing genuine concern. 

"We don't know. He screamed just as you arrived. Some of our slimy 
friends banged the temple base. He's not moving and Teal'c can't get him 
to respond," Jack relayed in a tight voice, feeling his gut wrench and 
flutter at the possibility Daniel might have just died. With great 
internal effort, he chased his panicked thoughts away, grasping the hope 
the trapped archeologist was still alive. 

"Understood, Colonel. We'll bring him home," Griff assured. "Doctor 
Fraiser brought medical supplies and the stretcher. We just need the 
order to go." 

"Yeah, okay. This is the plan," Jack said as he lifted the pry bars and 
leaned them against the FRED. "Carter and Siler build their thingys. 
They, hopefully, will clear a path for us to the temple and keep the 
worms away. We get Daniel and haul our asses back here and gate off this 
planet." He glanced skyward. The rising gas giant had devoured one sun 
and over half of the pale blue sky. "Daniel kept warning us about the 
dark. Must have something to do with the eclipse. I don't plan on staying 
around to find out what it means." 

"I agree, sir," Griff concurred. 

"We'll need two volunteers to come with Teal'c and me." Jack pointed over 
his right shoulder to the worm remains littering the sands. "You see what 
we're up against. I won't order anyone to volunteer." 

"We already discussed this before we departed the SGC, sir. Sergeants 
Pierce and Colburn will accompany you. They are the fastest runners." 

"Okay," Jack nodded his thanks to the two soldiers. "Let's get the 
stretcher and pry bars near the platform edge. May as well set up the 
lamps. Check our weapons. When Carter gives the word, we go." 

"Yes, sirs," echoed in understanding as orders were put into action. 

                         *******************

Thirty minutes later, O'Neill wandered over to check on Carter and 
Siler's progress. The true motive however, was he could no longer stare 
helplessly at Daniel's partially uncovered and unmoving form. Teal'c 
seemed to have that duty cornered, his intense gaze never flickering from 
the trapped body of their teammate. Several worms had made an appearance, 
but moved on toward the bone graveyard ignoring the destroyed temple. The 
sands surrounding their location seemed to be in constant motion, wave 
after wave rippling across the vastness of the alien desert, the hissing 
marking their passage through the sands now an annoying whistling, rising 
and falling in intensity. They were still there, on the move, millions of 
creatures. The maroon ringed gas giant blotted out the second of the 
three suns casting a dimness to soften the vista. Their time was running 
out. Daniel's might have already done so. 

"Colonel O'Neill, sir," Siler greeted, tightening a metal cover over an 
oblong object with a screwdriver. "We're nearly done." 

"Thanks, Sergeant. Ahh, Carter?" 

"Sir?" Sam replied, never slowing her own work on the devices. 

"Please tell me Daniel is not responsible for awakening these worms when 
he futzed with that temple?" Jack asked. This unwelcome thought had been 
gnawing at his brain ever since the worms hit the temple. How kosher was 
that, blaming the victim for his current predicament? As unfair as it 
was, a part of Jack had to have that question answered. 

"I don't think so, sir. Remember his translation? I believe this is all 
caused by the eclipse," she explained concentrating on assembling her 
sonic device. 

"Yeah, okay," Jack accepted her explanation. "But I'm still going to yell 
at him anyway for touching things." 

"Yes, sir," Sam agreed setting her device on top of the FRED. Ten others 
were already prepped for use. 

"Carter, there's been a slight change in plan." 

"Sir?" she asked, puzzled. 

"You're staying here with Doc Fraiser, Major Griff and Sergeants Siler 
and Edwards during the rescue." 

Carter did not hide her disappointment. "But, Sir," she protested. 

Jack held up a hand signaling silence. "Carter, you're the 2IC. If this 
doesn't work, you either need to come up with a new plan or order a 
retreat." 

"No, sir, we will---" 

"Ahh," Jack barked, waving a finger. "Those are my orders, Major, and you 
will obey them. Understood?" 

Carter's lips thinned with displeasure. She was momentarily crestfallen. 
In an instant, however, her military training asserted itself. 
Straightening, Sam nodded her understanding. 

"I know you don't want to leave anyone behind. Neither do I. But a line 
has to be drawn as to how many lives will be risked for one man." His 
face softened. "I know I told you before you were in on the rescue. But I 
wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I am now, and I'm enforcing command 
prerogative." 

"Yes, sir," she barked in proper military fashion. 

O'Neill's face and attitude softened. He patted her shoulder. "Let's just 
get Daniel on the first try, okay?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"How are we doing here doohickywise?" 

"We're done with construction, sir," Siler answered adding his completed 
device to the others. "We need to run a startup test and we're ready to 
deploy." 

"Let's do it." 

                         *******************

//Daniel was unfettered. Having decided to let go of life, he lay in the 
papryus boat barely aware of its gentle rolling on the waves as the 
journey to the land of the dead proceeded. He did briefly wonder why it 
was taking so long. His previous death experiences had been swift. This 
one seemed to be dragging on longer than was necessary. He assumed it was 
because he had regrets on this journey, wondering if the rescuers had 
been harmed by the Unas in their failed attempt to save him. He hoped 
they had ascertained the futility of their effort and retreated home to 
the safety of the SGC. He regretted damaging Jack's faith in him. Daniel 
never wanted to disapoint Jack, had sought the older man's approval in 
nearly all things. It couldn't be helped now. Why was the journey taking 
so long?//

                         *******************

O'Neill knew he was a bundle of barely controlled energy just waiting to 
burst forth. His fingers rhythmically flexed and unflexed around the 
stretcher handle. Teal'c was positioned opposite, stoic and unmoving. 
Pierce and Colburn were stationed at the rear. Major Griff and the two 
sergeants were lined along the platform, M90's cocked and ready to shoot 
anything that threatened the rescuers during their dash to the temple. 
Doc Fraiser stood beside Carter, peering intently through the binoculars 
toward her trapped patient, her other hand free to activate her radio if 
special medial instructions had to be relayed during the rescue. 

"C'mon, c'mon," O'Neill muttered under his breath. Out the corner of his 
eye he saw Teal'c tilt his head ever so slightly. They stood poised, 
awaiting Carter's command. 

The familiar poof of the bazooka gun sounded behind the waiting rescuers 
as the last of the devices arced overhead to plop on the sand within 
several feet of the temple platform. In the deepening gloom, the third of 
the three suns was partially hidden by the mass of the gas giant. Two 
parallel lines of the sonic devices marked a pathway. 

"Powering up now, sir," Carter called from behind them. 

"C'mon, c'mon," Jack repeated softly. 

"We shall be successful, O'Neill," Teal'c intoned. 

"Right." 

"Devices activated!" Carter shouted. 

The four soldiers tensed, ready to go. 

Mere seconds after the announcement, the air was rent by a cacophony of 
agitated, piercing and wailing screams. O'Neill scrunched his face at the 
offending sound but did nothing to cover his ears. He didn't doubt the 
other three rescuers did the same, ignoring the commotion and 
concentrating only on responding when the word was given. The sands 
around the two elevated platforms erupted in a flurry of activity as 
furrows created by mass sandworm movement angled away from the sonic 
devices. 

"It's working, Carter!!" O'Neill shouted. "Now?!? 

"GO, SIR!!" 

With a smooth, coordinated effort, the four soldiers leapt from the 
Stargate platform and landed on the sand in balanced stride. In unison, 
they ran carrying the stretcher. In mere seconds they had traversed, 
unmolested, the marked pathway separating the two platforms. At the 
temple, O'Neill released his hold on the stretcher and bounded onto the 
littered temple floor. On bent knees, he took Daniel's outflung and 
unmoving left hand into both of his. He felt the coldness of the skin. 
His fingers pressed the carotid artery on Daniel's wrist searching for 
any sign of life. He heard the others clamber onto the platform to join 
him, the wire stretcher clanking against the stone floor. Finding no 
pulse, and still clutching the cool limb to his chest, Jack's free hand 
reached for Daniel's dust covered head. Brushing the dusty hair the 
digits felt the cool, clammy forehead before trailing down a dust 
streaked cheek to hover above Daniel's nose and slightly parted mouth. He 
didn't feel the hoped for puffs of air on his palm and observed the 
slight tinge of blue coloring Daniel's full lips. Shaking fingers, 
matching his quivering insides, caressed and probed the exposed neck, 
searching again for any sign of life. 

"C'mon, Daniel! You be alive, dammit. For once follow orders or I'll kick 
your sorry butt from here to the SGC," Jack implored, tightening his grip 
around Daniel's left hand. 

Then he felt it. A faint, irregular flicker in the neck. Jack held his 
breath, hoping, awaiting verification. He felt it again. He lifted his 
hand away and activated his shoulder radio. "Doc? He's alive but 
unconscious. I can barely feel a pulse in his neck. I can't see that he's 
breathing. His skin is cold and clammy." 

"Okay, Colonel," Janet's calm tone issued from his radio. "It's possible 
the covering slab may be slowly crushing his rib cage, compressing his 
lungs. He's apparently gone into shock. There may be internal or external 
bleeding you can't see. Your first priority is to remove the slab, open 
his airway. Be quick but careful." 

During the initial survey, Teal'c had passed the kneeling O'Neill and 
clambered over some of the broken, shattered temple debris to the 
opposite end of the platform. He spied Daniel's open notebook and 
undamaged camcorder. He snagged both objects and shoved them into vest 
pockets while assessing the situation from his vantagepoint. 

"O'Neill, DanielJackson's right leg and foot are free of debris and 
appear undamaged. His left leg, however, is hidden under the broken 
rubble." His report given, Teal'c knelt near Daniel's right hip. 

"Appears these slabs are in two separate pieces, sir," Pierce observed, 
pointing to the observable crack zagging across the smooth planed 
surface. "Maybe we can lift each piece off separately," he suggested. 

"Right," Jack agreed. Reluctantly, he released his hold on Daniel's left 
hand and slipped his fingers under the jagged edge of the piece crushing 
Daniel's rib cage. "This one first," he ordered. The other three rescuers 
followed his lead, wedging their fingers and hands under the broken slab. 

"On three," O'Neill ordered as muscles tensed. Braced, they were ready to 
lift. "One, two, three." 

Grunting with the effort, the four soldiers lifted, shifting the heavy 
slab off the trapped man. They edged and maneuvered it to their right, 
tumbling it off the platform to crash onto the sand. A labored intake of 
air rattled in Daniel's throat. The tan cammo colored uniform cloth on 
Daniel's right shoulder and upper arm was stained red with blood. Pierce 
carefully lifted the jacket flap away to see the tan T-shirt underneath 
was also soaked with blood fanning outward from Daniel's right shoulder 
across his chest. Taking his field knife and gently slicing the cloth at 
the neck, he tore and peeled the T-shirt away. They saw the jagged edge 
of the broken collarbone jutting through the skin accompanied by numerous 
bloody lacerations streaked across the clammy skin. With practiced 
movements, Pierce ran his fingers and hands over Daniel's chest and rib 
cage. 

"I don't feel any broken ribs, Colonel," Pierce said as he pulled out a 
large square gauze bandage and placed it over the broken collarbone. He 
expertly felt Daniel's upper arm and frowned. Feeling the forearm and 
elbow and finding no broken bones he carefully bent the arm at the elbow 
to lay the appendage across Daniel's chest and secured it. In the cooling 
and darkening of the eclipse-enhanced stillness, they all heard the tiny 
exhaled moan of pain. 

Jack clutched Daniel's left hand and leaned down to speak directly into 
his ear. "You stay alive, Danny, you hear me? We're taking you home." 

                         *******************

//Even in the cloying blackness of the cave, Daniel was aware the Unas 
had, for some reason, shifted off his chest. Through his pain, he no 
longer felt the oppressive suffocating weight on his ribs but the 
expected inhalation of air only enhanced the agony flaring through his 
torso. Through barley slitted eyes, Daniel saw the Unas had grabbed his 
injured right arm and was jerking it. He wanted to keep silent but the 
movement elicited an exhalation of pain. Terrified, he saw the Unas had 
heard him. Its slavering fanged face filled his limited vision. Too 
scared to watch, Daniel slipped away, his vision clouding into 
nothingness. He didn't want to be aware of the Unas tearing his limb from 
his body. Please, just let me die!! he begged the blackness. Then, he 
remembere. He hadn't warned Jack about the dark...but it was too late. 
He'd given up on himself and in so doing had condemned his friends. 

"You stay alive, Danny. We're taking you home." 

No, its too late...too late...the dark....//

                         *******************

Pierce spoke into his radio. "Right collar bone and upper arm appear to 
be broken, ma'am, and punctured the skin. We covered them with bandages 
and secured his right arm. There do not appear to be any broken ribs." 

"Excellent. You're doing fine," Janet encouraged. 

Jack looked heavenward. It was nearly pitch black. Only a sliver of the 
third sun remained uncovered by the planetary eclipse, its rays 
illuminating the myriad rocks comprising the orbiting rings. He activated 
his radio. "Carter, how are our worm friends doing?" he asked as Pierce 
and Colburn shifted their positions and moved in preparation to lift the 
second slab. 

"They're still avoiding the area." 

"Okay, better crank up those lamps. Seems we're about to lose our light." 

"Sergeant Siler is on it, sir." 

"One more block to move and Daniel's free," Jack continued. "Be ready to 
dial the DHD and activate the GDO when we start back! We will so be outta 
here." 

"Yes, sir." A brilliant, stark white light immediately illuminated the 
area. 

The rescuers removed all the smaller chunks of the collapsed temple in 
preparation of levering up the final slab pinning Daniel to the floor. 
The dark silence was rent by an unearthly howling. The noise wavered in 
pitch, undulating around their location. It affected each of the 
rescuers, their skin involuntarily prickling, adrenaline fed fear surging 
within. The latent primal instinct for survival had activated. 

"What the hell is that?" O'Neill asked for all of them. 

"Those worms, Colonel?" Colburn suggested. 

"No," Teal'c answered. He was peering over his shoulder where he and 
O'Neill had discovered the bone yard earlier in the day. "I believe it is 
the danger DanielJackson warned of. The eaters of the dark." 

"As in the eaters of those worms, maybe?" Jack added. He shifted his 
position alongside the slab edge covering Daniel's left thigh and leg. 
"We're outta time. Let's move it!" 

As before, the four soldiers shuffled and adjusted their positions, 
wedging their fingers under the ragged edge of the broken piece of the 
temple capstone. At O'Neill's voiced signal, they heaved, grunting with 
the physical effort needed to slowly lift the slab. It seemed to be 
snagged, but with a renewed concerted effort, it moved. O'Neill released 
his hold as the slab was guided away from him towards the temple edge to 
be dumped by its companion. 

Unexpectedly, Jack's chest was splattered with a shower of red. He 
quickly averted his face, his eyes avoided blindness by the geyser of 
spraying blood. 

"Oh shit!!" he exclaimed. 

Through slitted eyes, Jack maneuvered both of his hands and all of his 
fingers around Daniel's thigh, pressing with the palm of his right hand 
over the gushing shower of redness. The archeologist's BDUs were soaked 
in his own blood. It trickled down and spread slowly across the stone 
floor. The covering slab had concealed the piercing wound in the thigh. 
Removing it had withdrawn the pressure, which was keeping Daniel from 
bleeding to death. Now they knew why he was going into shock, Jack 
thought as he clenched his teeth concentrating on maintaining a squeezing 
pressure over the gaping hole in Daniel's thigh. 

"I need a pressure bandage!! NOW!!" he snapped through clenched teeth. 

Pierce located the needed bandage and slid it over the wound when O'Neill 
released his hold, tying it securely into place. Within seconds the white 
cloth was dyed dark red. 

"Damnit!!" Jack swore and again wrapped his hands around Daniel's thigh, 
palm once again reapplying pressure. "I'll have to maintain the pressure 
or he'll bleed to death. Let's get him rolled onto the stretcher!!" 

The three remaining rescuers put action to words, efficiently positing 
the wire-meshed device along Daniel's right side. Colburn centered it 
while Teal'c knelt at Daniel's legs, and Piece knelt at his head. 
Together they effortlessly rolled the unconscious man onto his left side. 
Colburn positioned the stretcher, and the body rolled onto the carrier. 
Jack maintained his grip, his face grimaced with the effort, as the 
motionless archeologist was securely strapped in. 

                         *******************

//The papyrus boat in which Daniel lay, suddenly began violently rocking 
to and fro. He levered himself upward and peered over the rim. With some 
dismay, Daniel realized the boat was now moving away from the shore to 
the land of the dead. The prow was turning and pointing toward the land 
of the living. Confused, he saw the huge reptilian form of Hapi emerge 
from the churning Nile waters then submerge. The resultant waves lifted 
and guided the papyrus boat ever closer to the shore. Daniel suddenly 
realized he was being denied passage across the river. Dismayed, he 
crawled to his knees and heard Jack's shouting voice. Turning toward the 
sound he could see Jack, Sam and Teal'c standing on the shore. Their 
hands were outstretched waiting to grab him. Jack was shouting again. 
Daniel tried to concentrate on the words. Something about kicking his 
butt back to the SGC? 

Daniel tightened his grip on the edge of the violently rocking boat. 
Okay, it wasn't his time to die he guessed. Just as well, he decided. He 
still had something to tell Jack and to warn him about the dark as he 
watched the boat approach the shore and his waiting friends.//

                         *******************

 "Sir!! You have to hurry!!" Carter's shouted warning issued 
simultaneously from the four radios. "Something airborne, millions of 
them, are flying in this direction!!" 

"Colburn, order Carter to dial up the DHD and send the GDO signal!" 
O'Neill ordered. While Colburn complied, the sergeant took a handhold at 
the stretcher's head, Piece opposite him and Teal'c at the foot. 

"O'Neill," the Jaffa rumbled in warning. The air was now full of alien 
screeching, increasing in volume and becoming more terrifying with each 
passing moment. 

"I know, Teal'c I hear 'em." 

"Orders relayed, sir!!" 

"On three, we run like hell, and we don't stop until we hit the 
Infirmary!!" O'Neill shouted. 

"Yes, sir!!!" sounded in stereo. 

"One, two, three!! Go, go, go!!" 

The stretcher holding its precious cargo was smoothly heaved upward. Once 
again, in synchronized stride, the rescuers leapt off the temple platform 
onto the sandy pathway, their movement fueled by desperation and the need 
to arrive at the illuminated platform holding the active Stargate. 

O'Neill concentrated on running, keeping pace with the others and not 
lessening his life saving grip around Daniel's wounded thigh. All that 
blood loss, O'Neill's mind rationalized. Must have severed the femoral 
artery. The weight of the broken capstone prevented Daniel from bleeding 
to death while they stood around with their thumbs up their asses. 
Damnit!! This was too close and becoming too much like business as usual 
for SG-1. It had to stop, O'Neill told himself. Somehow this had to stop. 
The screeching overhead grew in volume. Jack ignored it, concentrated on 
running and saving Daniel's life. 

The rescuers skidded to a halt at the Stargate platform. Helping hands 
reached down to take hold of the stretcher. 

"I shall relieve you, O'Neill, while you climb," Teal'c volunteered, 

Jack didn't argue, releasing his grip, letting Griff haul him up. He 
turned, traded places with Teal'c's now blood covered hands. The Jaffa 
effortlessly leapt upward onto the stone platform. 

The sound of automatic gunfire tore through the eclipsed darkness and the 
terrifying wailing over head. 

"Sir!!" Carter shouted. "Get to the 'gate, now!! We'll cover you!!!" 

"You'd better be fast on our butts, Carter!"" O'Neill barked as they 
rushed past her defensive position while she and Griff fired their M90s 
skyward. 

The stretcher-bearers raced to the active cerenallian blue ripples of the 
wormhole. They never slowed their pace when Doc Fraiser joined them. 
Entering the event horizon they were spit out on the other side into the 
safe confines of the SGC. Clambering down the metal ramp, they maintained 
their balance and cradled their human cargo. 

"Clear the way!!" O'Neill shouted. "Get the elevator!!" he shouted as 
they turned away from the ramp. 

He saw the Marines snap to the orders, clearing a path for them to run 
from the gate room into the corridor. 

"Close the iris!!" 

Jack was vaguely aware of hearing Carter's shouted command behind him as 
the rescuers carrying the unconscious archeologist bounded down the 
hallway leading away from the Embarkation Room. Several distinctive 
thunks reberverated indicating some of those flying creatures had pursued 
the soldiers into the wormhole on P4X-380 and had impacted on the closed 
barrier. Jack spared a quick thank you to the fates for, hopefully, 
allowing all the rescurer's a safe return to the SGC. One of the Marines 
had bolted ahead of them, signaling and holding the elevator doors open 
for easy access. 

Jack did not realize they had arrived at the infirmary until he heard the 
Doc's authoritative voice at his side. 

"Okay, Colonel, you can let go now," she encouraged, her Latex gloved 
hands hovering within his field of vision. 

"No. He'll bleed to death if I do." 

"Colonel," Janet emphasized the rank, placing her gloved hands on his 
forearms. Startled, Jack's worried brown eyes focused on her dedicated 
dark eyes. "Colonel, you did your job. You got Daniel to the Infirmary, 
alive. Now let me and my staff do our job. You can let go now." 

"Danny...." 

"We'll do everything we can," the doctor repeated, her hands sliding down 
to his wrists. "Let go," she gently encouraged. 

Looking at the dirt streaked ashen face of the younger man, Jack suddenly 
realized he was delaying the treatment process, placing Daniel's life in 
greater danger. He loosened his grip. It was immediately replaced by a 
corpsman as the medical staff rolled the gurney through the swinging 
doors of the surgery. 

"I'll keep you informed, " Janet assured as she, too, disappeared through 
the doors. 

Jack stood motionless, starring, his bloodied hands hanging limp at his 
side. 

"Colonel?" 

"It was supposed to be a safe planet," Jack declared in a monotone, his 
face slack, his brown eyes void of any emotion. 

"Colonel," the voice repeated, command timbre evident. Ingrained 
discipline allowed Jack to respond to the tone as he turned away from the 
closed doors. General Hammond was standing behind him. Unable to obtain a 
cursory account of what had happened, the concerned base commander had 
followed the harried rescuers from the gate room to their final 
destination. 

"Colonel, well done," Hammond praised. "Well done, everyone," the general 
added, directing his voice to the gathered members of SG-1 and 2, who 
stood clustered behind the motionless Jack. "Debriefing in one hour." 
This order was directed to O'Neill. 

"Sir--" Jack began in protest, roused from wherever his mind had gone to 
seek solace. He needed to wait here; he needed to be close to Daniel. 

"One hour, Colonel," Hammond repeated sternly. It was evident he expected 
his summons to be obeyed. "Shower first. Those are my orders." 

"Yes, sir," Jack complied in a monotone. 

As a group, SG-2 walked past the motionless O'Neill following in the 
general's wake. For a few moments the remaining members of SG-1 stood 
unmoving in the corridor. Finally, Teal'c stepped between his two human 
friends and placed his large hands on their shoulders. 

"Let us do as the general has ordered. Come with me, O'Neill, Major 
Carter." With a gentle nudge, Teal'c encouraged the two shell-shocked 
soldiers into slowly walking toward the elevators. 

                         *******************

George sat in his chair at the head of the briefing table. While they 
waited for Sergeant Siler to finish his set up of the relay to the room's 
large viewing screen, the base commander studied the other attendees 
gathered around the table. SG-2 appeared to be coping with their 
participation in the recent rescue of Doctor Jackson. They sat ramrod 
straight, waiting, although the four Marines were constantly favoring 
their counterparts of SG-1 with covert, worried glances. As for SG-1, 
George had not seen this type of battlefield stress reaction in his 
premiere team since the incident on Onnanes, when they had all mistakenly 
believed Doctor Jackson was dead. Hammond was well aware soldiers had to 
rely on their disciplined training in which their emotions had to be 
controlled to allow them to function in life threatening situations. But 
even the best soldiers eventually ran into a brick wall, when they could 
no longer digest and control the consequences duty often entailed. 
Apparently SG-1 had smashed into that brick wall at full speed while 
visiting the supposedly safe world of P4X-380. 

Frowning, George focused his attention on Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter 
and Teal'c. Both of the soldiers were staring blankly at the tabletop. 
Teal'c seemed to be transfixed by Doctor Jackson's field notebook and 
camcorder before him. The general had spoken with Teal'c prior to this 
gathering. It was then he learned the Jaffa had been responsible for 
shepherding the two officers to the locker room and with paternal 
guidance coaxed them into showering and dressing in clean uniforms. That 
was why Hammond was so concerned. Compared to some of 

SG-1's past exploits, this unfortunate turn of events on P4X-380 was 
mild. Not that George gained satisfaction whenever the civilian 
archeologist was injured. No, something much deeper was involved here. 
They would have to discover what that something was, deal with it and 
then hopefully move on. 

"We're all set, General." Siler's announcement drew Hammond away from his 
concerned musings. 

"Then let's begin," he ordered as Siler also took a seat at the table. 
"Colonel?" When O'Neill did not respond, Hammond leaned forward, prepared 
to readdress the silent commander. 

"We arrived through the gate on P4X-380," Teal'c spoke. He became silent 
looking to the general for permission to continue. 

Hammond reclined in his chair, nodding for Teal'c resume speaking. 

"DanielJackson immediately saw the temple and was very eager to study it. 
Major Carter collected her samples. O'Neill and I conducted a 
reconnaissance." 

"There was no evidence of any threat or danger?" 

"Not at first. O'Neill and I discovered a bone yard. We had observed no 
evidence of life on this planet. DanielJackson radioed he had translated 
the inscriptions from two of the four temple columns." Teal'c paused 
placing his large, strong hands over the notebook and camcorder. "It was 
also at this time the planetary eclipse, of which we were unaware, began. 
DanielJackson said when the eclipse was completed, the eaters of the dead 
would appear in the dark. O'Neill decided we should regroup at the 
Stargate and prepare to depart. Before we could do so, the sandworms 
appeared. During their migration, many rammed the smaller temple which 
caused it to collapse, trapping DanielJackson. O'Neill, myself and Major 
Carter managed to attain the safety of the Stargate platform." 

"Daniel warned us, sir." This came from Carter. She sat, rigid, starring 
at the tabletop, speaking in a monotone. "He warned us to leave before 
dark, that there was danger in the dark. Even after he was trapped, he 
kept telling us to leave. He wanted us to go through the 'gate and leave 
him there." 

"No one gets left behind, sir." This declaration came from O'Neill. 

"I know, Colonel. I wanted you to see exactly what it was Doctor Jackson 
was warning you of. While you were showering, we reactivated the gate on 
P4X-380. These are the images the MALP transmitted." 

At the general's nod, Siler dimmed the lights and the large viewscreen 
activated. The images from the MALP were fuzzy then cleared. The lighted 
vista from the alien landscape was constantly distorted by clustered fast 
moving flying shapes. Accompanied by the loud screeching echoing from the 
transmission, a gray black glob descended upon the MALP. Fleeting 
glimpses of leathery winged creatures with serrated teeth flitted across 
the jumpy view screen before everything suddenly went dark and silent. 
The lights in the briefing room brightened. 

"Doctor Jackson's warning was prophetic," Hammond declared. "If we can 
determine when those creatures are dormant, we may still be able to mine 
the sands for naquadah." 

"DanielJackson believed they were roused by the eclipse." This came from 
Teal'c. 

"He just wanted us to leave him there," Sam repeated, as if she hadn't 
heard Teal'c speak at all. "It's my fault he was injured. I should have 
remained near the temple instead of wandering away, collecting my 
samples." 

"Carter," O'Neill chided. 

The phone rang. Glad for the interruption, Hammond lifted the receiver 
and held it to his ear. "Thank you." He hung up. "That was Doctor 
Fraiser. Doctor Jackson is out of surgery. SG-1, you're dismissed. We can 
complete the debriefing without you." 

Without a word, O'Neill and Carter stood and departed. Teal'c paused long 
enough to gather Daniel's notebook and camcorder and bow respectfully to 
the general before he followed his teammates. 

                         *******************

Janet eyed the ambulatory members of SG-1 with as much detached medical 
professionalism she could muster. Colonel O'Neill stood opposite her 
along the left side of the hospital bed with Sam and Teal'c flanking him. 
Standing on the right side of the bed, she watched the beeping monitors 
for any sign of distress from her soon to be groggy patient. The three 
teammates focused on the sleeping Daniel, anxiously waiting for him to 
rouse himself from the aftereffects of the anesthesia. Upon their 
arrival, Janet's dictation of the archeologist's wounds had been brief: 
broken right collarbone and upper right arm, massive bruising across his 
rib cage and abdomen, but no broken ribs and no internal bleeding could 
be detected, and the severed artery in his left thigh. She assured the 
frantic members of SG-1 their colleague should make a full recovery. Once 
again, the miraculous Jackson luck prevailed. Janet had given them 
permission to speak to Daniel when he awoke, to reassure him he was safe 
and would heal. After her own brief exposure to the horrors of P4X-380, 
Janet was convinced this reassurance was of vital necessity. 

Jack was the first to notice the flickering eye movements beneath 
Daniel's closed eyelids. He leaned over the bed rail, his hand resting on 
Daniel's left shoulder. Behind him, he sensed Carter and Teal'c leaning 
closer as well. 

"Hey," Jack greeted softly when he saw Daniel's eyelids flutter open then 
close. 

Daniel moaned then rolled his head on the pillow toward the waiting 
O'Neill. A few seconds passed before the eyelids fluttered again. 
Unfocused blue eyes sought the source of the voice. 

"..ey..," he whispered hoarsely, valiantly trying to keep his eyelids 
open. "...back..." 

"Ahh, yeah, Danny, you're back," Jack reassured, rhythmically combing his 
fingers through Daniel's hair, believing the physical touch would be 
comforting. 

"...not...dead..." 

"No, we're all alive. We're all okay." 

Daniel's tongue unsuccessfully tried to lick his dry lips. 
"....um....off...the boat?..." 

Jack frowned, not understanding. "What boat, Danny?" 

"...dark..." Daniel warned, choking on the word. "..Unas...gone?" 

"I think we should let him rest, Colonel," Janet said, sensing Daniel was 
becoming agitated. It was evident he was already somewhat disoriented, 
possibly an aftereffect of the anesthesia. 

"Okay," Jack agreed with the physician, then directed his next words to 
Daniel. "Yeah, you warned us about the dark, Daniel. We were able to 
figure it out. Doc says you have to sleep now." 

Daniel's eyelids closed, and they saw his body physically relax into a 
drug-induced sleep. 

"He is going to be okay, right, Doc?" Jack asked, still gliding his 
fingers through Daniel's short-cropped hair. 

"He should make a full recovery," Janet reassured. 

"Okay," Jack said lifting his hand away. He stood aside to allow Carter 
access. She leaned over and gently kissed Daniel's cheek before allowing 
Teal'c to lightly rest one large hand on Daniel's left shoulder. 

"I suggest the three of you go get some rest. I'll send word if there is 
any change or he wakes. Please, don't force me to make that an order," 
Janet emphasized. 

She watched the subdued trio exit her infirmary. She was certain Daniel 
would recover physically. But as to the mental and emotional state of SG-
1....Her position as the base physician was going to force her to do 
something very necessary, and based on past experience, very 
unappreciated by the close knit unit. She had a duty to administer to 
those under her care, and Janet knew with surgical precision, who to 
approach first. 

                         *******************

Not fifteen minutes later, Janet saw Sam standing framed by the door 
opening to her office. The blond woman indicated she wanted to talk and 
would wait for Janet inside. Janet nodded her understanding and continued 
with her ministrations to the sleeping archeologist unfolding another 
blanket and covering the still form. She studied the blinking and beeping 
monitors, satsified with what they were telling her. Scribbling a few 
notes in the medical chart, she lingered for a moment. Daniel was 
sleeping and for the moment, comfortable. She prayed his slumber was 
dream free. 

Tasks completed, she breezed into her office and sat, sighing loudly to 
express her fatigue. "I'm glad you came, Sam," she said. "Saves me the 
time to track you down." 

Sam's head was turned to allow her to look through the open doorway 
toward the bed where Daniel lay sleeping, oblivious to everything around 
him. She slowly returned her attention to the brunette haired doctor. 

"Janet, I think I need help." 

Nodding, Janet reclined in her chair. "Thank you for being the first to 
admit and give it voice. And you just made my job easier. It takes a 
great deal of courage to take this first step, Sam," she praised. 

"Maybe. But I'm not the only one who needs help." 

"I know. The four of you have been through some harrowing experiences of 
late. Especially Daniel." 

"I know," Sam echoed in agreement. "What happened to him on P3X-888 must 
have been horrifying. I keep trying to put myself in his place and 
imagine what he must have been feeling. It scared the hell out of me." 
With visible effort, Sam ceased speaking to quell the tremor in her 
voice. She leaned toward the desk resting her elbows and clutching her 
hands before her face. 

Janet remained silent, allowing her friend the time to compose herself. 
She wasn't going to interfere because apparently, the floodgates were 
open. Sam needed this; all of SG-1 did. 

"We're all in denial, Janet," Sam confessed. "We've refused to address 
our fears over what could have happened to Daniel. He's denying his 
experience ever happened because he thinks this will keep us from 
worrying about him. But it's not working. I saw the colonel lose control, 
lose his focus on P4X-380, Janet. I've only ever seen that happen once. 
He was so obsessed about saving Daniel, so consumed by his own guilt, he 
was ignoring the dangers to all of us. I had to remind him of that. I 
blame myself for what happened to Daniel. I had to be the one to condemn 
him to a possible slow, agonizing death while we tried to decide what to 
do. He was in such pain, trapped and isolated. He kept using what 
strength he had to tell us to get away, to leave before the dark came to 
devour us." 

Once again, Janet waited for Sam to continue, but it soon became apparent 
the major had nothing more to say her emotions overwhelming her. Janet 
realized it was her turn to speak. 

"Well, that last isn't much of a surprise. I know, individually, the four 
of you would, and have sacrificed yourselves to save the other three. As 
to losing it on P4X-380, what I recently witnessed was a very coherent, 
but stressed, field unit do whatever was necessary to rescue a fallen 
team member. I'd say your performance was exemplary under very trying 
circumstances. I'm glad you came to me with this, Sam. I'm going to tell 
you I'm strongly recommending to General Hammond SG-1 speak to a 
counselor, to get this out and dealt with before I'll authorize the unit 
be re-inserted into the rotation. All four of you have issues you need to 
address, confront and vanquish. Unless you do, SG-1 will fall apart. I've 
been expecting this to happen long before now. It's already happened to 
other SG units. I suppose this is an indication to how strong willed the 
four of you are. However, right now you all need to be open and honest 
with yourselves and each other. No more hiding." 

"I know, Janet," Sam agreed. "But how can I get the guys to buy into 
this?" 

"Oh, I don't know. We'll just exert some feminine influence to get what 
we want." 

Sam nodded. Janet could see her friend was already tackling the problem 
at hand, plotting. "I think Teal'c is already won over. The colonel and 
Daniel will be the most stubborn, the most difficult. But if we can 
convert the colonel, he can convince Daniel. Given time, the two of them 
can goad each other into doing anything. I've seen it happen often 
enough." 

"Well, then it sounds like we have a plan. I'll give my recommendation to 
the general and initiate the proper procedures." 

"I'll take on the responsibility of telling the guys." Sam rose. "Then we 
just have to wait for the yelling to stop before we can proceed." 

"You're doing the right thing, Sam," Janet reiterated as she also stood. 
"Very courageous." 

Sam looked into the infirmary seeing her recuperating friend. "I hope 
so." 

                         *******************

For four hours, Jack had succeeded in following the Doc's decree to rest. 
After passing another hour tossing and turning, his mind haunted by the 
images of flying reptiles, giant teeth chomping worms and smelly, hulking 
ugly Unas, he decided his place was in the infirmary holding vigil at 
Daniel's bedside. Only this time, the archeologist would be within easy 
physical reach, not stranded and in pain nor hidden from view as the 
captive prey of a predator intent on making Daniel his main course. Bone 
weary, O'Neill traversed the empty hallways leading to the infirmary. 
This base was always hauntingly silent in the middle of the night shift 
he noticed as he entered the equally quiet infirmary. Daniel was the only 
patient. De ja vu, Jack thought carrying a chair to set beside the 
occupied bed. He plopped into the hard plastic molded seat. 

Jack propped his elbows on the edge of the hospital bed and cradled his 
head in his hands. This was all his fault. As he had confessed to Carter 
on 380, he had been so damned determined to have this mission be a piece 
of cake, he refused to acknowledge the warning signs when they appeared. 
Not only that, he was in denial, denial over what had happened and had 
almost happened to Daniel on 888. Daniel had been so insistent everything 
was okay with him that Jack was willing to let the stubborn archeologist 
have his way. Daniel said he was okay. Daniel said he forgave and 
understood Jack's role in killing Rothman, then Jack accepted he was 
forgiven. Daniel insisted he was fine, then Jack was fine, too. Daniel 
didn't want to talk about 888, then Jack didn't either. What a mess. 

If it were just the two of them doing this denial dance, Jack could and 
would, deal with it. But even Carter was playing the game. She was 
blaming herself for Daniel being injured, even going so far as to believe 
she had a premonition and could have done something to prevent the temple 
from collapsing onto their teammate. He tried to convince her on the 
planet she was not at fault, but Jack knew he had failed. So, he had that 
problem to deal with as well. 

Even Teal'c was in some distress over these recent events. The normally 
dependable and unflappable Jaffa had hinted to O'Neill he was still 
deeply troubled by what had befallen Daniel on 888 and the time consuming 
constraints they endured during the search and rescue. The Jaffa also 
expressed reservations about what they would find on 888: either Daniel's 
torn and half devoured bloodied body or the archeologist would be whole, 
but a host, thanks to the other little surprise 888 sprang on them. These 
were the very same fears Jack had wrestled with and failed to vanquish. 
Even so, the one saving grace in this entire fiasco was Teal'c's ability 
to maintain some semblance of control on 380. If not for Teal'c's 
levelheadedness,....Jack shook his head and began to repeatedly rub his 
hands over his graying hair. Too close to losing Daniel, twice now in 
four weeks. Too damn close... 

"....ja..." 

The whispered summons was so soft Jack at first thought he hadn't heard 
it. He lifted his head from his hands. Tired, bloodshot brown eyes looked 
into a pair of unfocused blue ones. 

"....jack..." 

"Hey, buddy, I'm here. I'm here," Jack consoled, scooting his chair 
closer to the bed. He took the covered plastic cup of water from the 
nearby table and held the straw to Daniel's mouth. It took a few seconds 
for Daniel to realize it was there and suck weakly on the straw, drawing 
the precious fluid into his mouth. After several swallows he released the 
straw so Jack could replace the cup on the table. 

"Doc Fraiser says you're one damn lucky archeologist," Jack spoke softly, 
the fingers of his hand gently encircling Daniel's immobile right hand 
securely bound to his torso. 

"Ummm, I am?" 

"Yeap. Amazingly enough, for a man who had a temple fall on him, you only 
have a broken right collar bone and upper right arm, some bruising across 
your sternum and ribcage, a few cuts, and one deep bleeding gash in your 
left thigh," Jack recited the list of injuries. He watched Daniel 
struggle to remain focused, to understand his words. 

"Oh," Daniel sighed. He still couldn't keep his eyes uncovered. "Umm, 
want....look at...scar?" he mumbled softly. 

It was evident the sedative and painkillers still held Daniel in their 
influence otherwise Jack knew his friend would never have voiced the 
offer. He'll regret it later, Jack thought but he wasn't going to pass up 
this opportunity especially since Daniel had adamantly refused to show 
him the appendix scar. 

"Sure," Jack brightened. He reached across the prone form and carefully 
lifted the blanket and sheet. He studied the swollen red puckered skin of 
the gash stitched together by the doc's precision sutures. Jack also saw 
mottled bruising around the wound, the remnants of his lifesaving grip 
during the rescue. He looked at the groggy Daniel, carefully lying the 
coverings back into place. "Nice one, Danny. Now you have a matched 
pair." 

"Getting...collection, each....unique story," Daniel slurred the words 
between labored breaths. 

"Yeah. Look, Danny, you should sleep now. You're safe at the SGC. We all 
are." 

Daniel's eyes were closed but his forehead wrinkled. "Safe. The dark," he 
whispered. 

"We're safe, Danny. The dark didn't get us, thanks to you. You warned us 
in time." 

"...the dark..." Daniel slurred as he surrendered in his battle to remain 
awake. 

"Yeah, the dark," Jack repeated. "We're going to have a little talk about 
things when you're able, Danny," he declared to the now slumbering 
archeologist. "A lot of things." 

                         *******************

Daniel dozed. It felt like he was floating. But he sensed he wasn't on 
the boat anymore. He felt numb. Nice. Besides, papyrus boats don't beep. 
So, he deduced, Jack must have enforced his shouted threat, to kick his 
butt back to the SGC. That was it. Ergo, everyone heeded his warning and 
escaped the creeping threat of the dark from P4X-380. Pleased with this 
revelation, Daniel sought the security of deep slumber. Yet, he couldn't 
sleep, but he couldn't open his eyes either. He lay here in the 
infirmary. Daniel was certain of his location because Jack had told him 
he was here and safe. He listened to the rustling of various people, who 
came and went. He could hear whispered voices drift near then flutter 
away. It was soothing to lie here, unmoving, and not think about 
*things*. If he didn't think about *things* he didn't have to deal with 
*things*. He liked that plan. 

A new voice. Jack, again. And a feminine voice, must be Janet. She was 
scolding Jack, telling him to leave, to rest. Way to go Janet, Daniel 
silently cheered. He knew Jack wanted to talk about *things*. But Daniel 
didn't want to talk about *things*. He knew he had planned to tell Jack 
*things* but had since changed his mind. So if Jack was absent, *things* 
wouldn't be discussed. Daniel just had to concentrate on getting well. 
Then he'd be fine. They'd all be fine and they could get back to work. 
Still had to find a planet for the Enkarens to re-settle. Pleased he had 
solved all the pending issues to his satisfaction, Daniel allowed himself 
to drift into welcome slumber. 

                         *******************

Teal'c moved with practiced graceful silence as he entered the infirmary. 
He wanted to visit with DanielJackson. Since the debriefing three days 
ago, he had tried several times, unsuccessfully, to find a meditative 
sanctuary in Kel-nor-reem. He finally determined, as Major Carter 
suggested, he could only seek solace by speaking with the injured 
archeologist. He glided to the occupied bed and saw the scholar was 
apparently sleeping. Teal'c's features softened as he looked upon his 
slumbering friend. He was aware Doctor Fraiser had already chased O'Neill 
twice from the archeologist's bedside in the previous two days going so 
far as to have the stubborn colonel escorted to his quarters. The Jaffa 
wondered if he, too, would be the recipient of the physician's ire. 

Nonetheless, Teal'c sat stiffly in the vacated chair. Prepared to wait 
however long was necessary. the Jaffa had barely situated himself when 
DanielJackson's eyes opened, and he favored his visitor with a weak grin. 

"Hey, Teal'c." 

"DanielJackson. I did not wish to wake you." 

"I wasn't asleep," came the tired reply. "I heard you come in." Daniel 
lifted his head a fraction, squinting his eyes to search the otherwise 
empty infirmary. "I don't see Janet or her nurses either. So maybe you 
can stay awhile and keep me company," he suggested in a breathy whisper, 
resting his head on the pillows. 

"I desire this as well, DanielJackson." 

"Good. I know she's already chased Jack out twice," Daniel confessed, his 
eyes closed. "And Sam once," he added, "after she left the plant." He 
paused, slowly exhaling. "And all the members of SG-2, after they left 
the chocolate bars." Teal'c noticed the aforementioned items resting on 
the bedside table. When Daniel remained silent, Teal'c believed he may 
have gone to sleep. 

"Could you get my glasses, please?" Daniel suddenly asked, opening his 
eyes, proving he wasn't asleep. 

Teal'c noticed the eyeware on the nearby table beside the lush purple 
African Violet and the four large wrapped Hersey dark chocolate bars and 
retrieved them. With great care he slipped the frames on the younger 
man's face. 

"Thanks. Now you don't look like a dark blur," Daniel said rapidly 
blinking his eyes. "Hey, did you bring me something?" he asked focusing 
on the objects resting in Teal'c's lap. 

"I did. I retrieved your notebook and camcorder from P4X-380," Teal'c 
explained holding up the objects. 

Daniel's pale, tired face lit up with a smile. "You did? I thought they 
were lost. Thank you." Then his smile faded. "Of course while Janet has 
me hog tied like this and injected with pain medication, I won't be able 
to read anything." 

This much was true, Teal'c surmised. With his right arm bound to his 
torso due to his casted broken collar bone and upper arm, and his left 
immobile due to the inserted IV needles, DanielJackson was, as he said, 
hog tied. "I will gladly offer my asistance in determining why the temple 
was present." 

"Oh, well, I'm guessing it was a warning, nothing more." 

"That would be plausable." 

Teal'c set the notebook and camcorder on the bedside table. "I retrieved 
them because I knew you valued them. Perhaps, I may be allowed to read 
your notes to you when you are rested." 

"That would be nice. But for now, you said you wanted to talk?" 

"I did," Teal'c confirmed. He paused before continuing. "Have we always 
spoken the truth between us, DanielJackson?" 

"Of course. Always. Why?" 

"I have been greatly disturbed by recent events." 

"Ahh, okay," came Daniel's guarded reply. 

"I believe SG-1 have been pretending all is well, when in fact, all is 
not well," Teal'c declared. 

"Okay," Daniel said. He lay quiet, watching Teal'c. 

"I have been haunted by disturbing images since our sojourn to P3X-888. I 
was in great fear for your well being, DanielJackson. As we followed your 
trail, I deduced the pace the Unas imposed exhausted you. I feared we 
would not find you alive. I also feared you may have become a host. If 
so, I would have been forced to kill you as I did Sha're." 

Teal'c became silent, watching his friend, trying to determine how his 
confession would affect the younger man. DanielJackson appeared to want 
to speak and finally succeeded after several aborted attempts. 

"Wow, Teal'c. Umm, well, what can I say except none of that happened." 

"Fortunately, it did not, DanielJackson. Yet, once rescued, you refused 
to speak of your ordeal. Neither would O'Neill, Major Carter or myself 
speak of our fears for your well being. This has caused great distress. 
This must not continue." 

Daniel's eyes narrowed behind the glasses. "I thought you came to talk, 
Teal'c, not lecture," Daniel said in a tired but irritated voice. "I 
don't want to talk about what things happened, or didn't happen, on P3X-
888, okay?" 

"This is not okay. I will not apologize if my words have upset you, 
DanielJackson. They need to be said." 

"Okay, Teal'c, let's just move on," Daniel implored, breathing rapidly, 
his pale face grimacing in discomfort. 

"Are you in distress, DanielJackson?" 

"No, I'm fine," he denied through clenched teeth. Then he physically 
began to relax. "I just moved when I shouldn't have." Daniel closed his 
eyes. Teal'c waited and watched as the younger man's breathing eased and 
slowed. "Thank you for talking to me over the radio while I was trapped 
on P4X-380. It was very comforting to hear your voice, to know I wasn't 
alone." 

Teal'c did not believe they should change the topic of discussion but did 
not wish to distress his young friend further. "We would not leave you, 
DanielJackson." 

"I know." 

"The eaters of the dark were most--voracious when they appeared. Your 
warning saved us, DanielJackson." 

"Apparently. Umm, Teal'c, thanks for coming. I'm sorry I was short with 
you a moment ago. But, I'm fine, really. I want us to just move on." 

Teal'c recognized the plea in the archeologist's blue eyes. "This will 
not be beneficial, DanielJackson. However, I sense you are fatigued." 
Teal'c stood. "I will leave you now. Please, consider my words." 

Daniel grinned faintly. "I will. Thanks." 

Teal'c bowed deeply before departing. He had fulfilled his part of the 
plan and would seek out Major Carter. 

                         *******************

Daniel squirmed, the fingers of his left hand stretching for the object 
just beyond the tip of his fingers. The warning twinges in his right 
shoulder and left thigh signaled it would be in his best interest to lie 
very, very still. Frustrated, Daniel's head plopped onto the pillows. He 
continued, however, to glare at the source of his frustration, the 
nurses' call button, which had rolled just out of reach of the fingers of 
his left hand. 

"Hey, Daniel," came the cheery greeting of his salvation. 

"Sam. Help me," he pleaded as she neared his bed. "I can't reach the call 
button. The pain medication isn't working or something," he explained 
grimacing. 

Sam quickly assessed the situation, set the white flowering African 
Violet aside before coming around the foot of the bed. She picked up the 
call button and pressed it. She then occupied herself with wrapping the 
cord around the bed railing and placing the signaling device in the palm 
of Daniel's left hand. "There, that should keep it where you can reach 
it." She turned her head. "Here comes the nurse," she informed him, 
walking over to sit in the chair at the right side of the bed. "He needs 
something for the pain," Sam explained when the nurse arrived. 

The nurse unhooked Daniel's chart from the foot of the bed. "Yes, he's 
way past due," she commented writing in the chart. She rehung it. "I'll 
be right back." 

Sam reached over and laid her hand on Daniel's right one. "Aside from the 
pain, how are you doing?" 

"Okay. I'm fine, Sam. Thanks for the plant." Daniel looked at the bedside 
table. "Ahhh, plants," he amended. 

They both looked at the lush and blooming dark purple African Violet and 
the newly arrived white flowered companion setting on the bedside table. 

"You're welcome," Sam answered, grinning. "Plants are much happier when 
they have company." 

"Yeah, I haven't been much of a conversationalist of late," Daniel 
confessed. 

"They're not causing you to sneeze, are they?" 

"No. They never do, even when I'm in your lab," Daniel answered, before 
wincing. It was evident to Sam he was in physical distress. 

Sam gazed at her injured friend with worried blue eyes. "So, aside from 
the pain, how are you doing?" she deliberately repeated. 

"Okay. I'm fine," Daniel repeated his earlier assurances, the pinched 
expression on his face fading. Sam turned her head giving the impression 
she was watching for the returning nurse. "Sam?" 

She refocused on him. They stared at each other for a long moment. 

"What?" Daniel finally asked. 

"How long are we, all of us, going to hide behind this facade, Daniel?" 

Daniel's forehead creased. "What? Not you, too. I don't understand?" 

Sam leaned toward the bed, resting her hands gently on Daniel's right 
forearm. "Daniel, I've already spoken to Janet. I'm going to see a 
counselor who specializes in stress related syndrome. I think we all need 
professional help. I realized while we were on P4X-380 trying to pretend 
everything was okay business as usual, I think the colonel said, and then 
later when we were trying to rescue you, that I've never dealt with my 
anxiety or guilt over what happened on P3X-888. In fact, I hold myself 
responsible for what happened to you on P4X-380." 

"Sam, stop," Daniel said. "You're not responsible for a temple falling on 
me." 

"I'm responsible for leaving you there alone. The colonel left you in my 
charge. I wandered off collecting my samples, leaving you there alone, 
unprotected." 

"No, Sam." 

"Daniel, the last radio message I heard from you, you said you were 
coming to help me when the quake happened." 

"Yes, and I tried, Sam. I tried to come for you. When I jumped from the 
temple the worms were everywhere. The sand was crawling with them. The 
only safe place was the temple. I--" 

"Right. You reclimbed into the temple, and then it collapsed on you." 

"Sam--" 

She scooted the chair closer to the hospital bed and now laid her hands 
gently on his bandaged chest, her face very close to his. "Daniel, do you 
have any conception of how lucky we were, myself, the colonel and Teal'c 
in finding you alive and whole on P3X-888?" 

Daniel's brow lined with confusion. "I thought we were talking about P4X-
380?" 

"Just please answer my question, Daniel," Sam implored. 

"Okay. Yes, Sam, I do realize how lucky I was." 

"I thought so, too. The entire time we were tracking the trail left by 
you and the Unas, I tried to convince myself you were alive and okay. But 
it was taking so damn long. No one would discuss it, but we were all 
thinking it. I couldn't get these horrible images out of my mind..." she 
squeezed her eyes closed, struggling to vanquish gory visions still 
haunting her dreams. She heard the rustle as the nurse returned with the 
pain medication. 

"You should feel more comfortable in a few minutes, Doctor Jackson," the 
nurse said, injecting the pain medication into the port of the IV line. 

"Thank you," Sam heard Daniel tell the nurse. 

Sam remained silent until she knew the nurse was gone then re-opened her 
eyes. She saw Daniel's slightly pained eyes staring at her with 
sympathetic understanding. 

"You weren't the only one with a vivid imagination," he confessed softly. 
Sam's silence encouraged him to continue. "I was scaring myself, too. But 
I was more concerned with what you guys would find and how you would all 
mercilessly blame yourselves. That's what kept me going, kept me thinking 
of anything I could do to stay alive. At least, until..." 

Sam waited for Daniel to continue speaking but he didn't. 

"Until what, Daniel?" she prodded. 

"Until I heard you guys searching in the cave tunnels. Then I only wanted 
to be sure you didn't hurt my friend," Daniel answered. However, he kept 
his eyes averted and Sam knew he was lying to her. So close.... 

Her hand caressed Daniel's left cheek before gently turning his head to 
face her. "You're hiding something, Daniel. If you won't tell me what it 
is, will you a least consider speaking to the counselor?" 

"I'll think about it," Daniel said flatly. "But, I'm fine." 

Sam remained silent, her fingers lightly brushing his cheek. "Okay," she 
conceded lifting her hand away and standing. 

"Sam, please don't blame yourself. You're not responsible for what 
happened to me on P3X-888 or especially on P4X-380." 

Sam leaned over and lightly kissed his forehead. "I'll think about it," 
she countered, wondering if Daniel found this as unlikely as she had. 
"I'll go and let you rest now, okay?" she suggested straightening. She 
forced a little smile, which Daniel returned, before she walked away. 

She found Janet waiting for her in her office. Sam came in and sat down 
in the vacant chair. 

"Well, how'd it go?" Janet asked. 

"He's hiding something, and he won't tell me what it is." 

"Will he speak to the counselor?" 

"Not voluntarily. Even when I told him I was, that didn't persuade him." 

Janet leaned on her desk. "You are doing the correct thing, Sam, seeing 
the counselor. I just hope the remainder of SG-1 sees the wisdom in 
following your lead." 

"So do I. I want this to work, Janet so we can be SG-1 again." 

                         *******************

Okay, Daniel thought, as his suspicious eyes watched Sam depart from 
Janet's office. He recognized a set up when he saw one. First Teal'c came 
and softened him up, then Sam revealed the plan. She let down her guard 
and exposed her hidden emotions and lasered those blue eyes at him and 
knew he had no defense against such an assault. That only left Jack to go 
for the jugular. He was doomed. //They do this to me every damn time,// 
Daniel silently huffed. He would have to tell, talk about *things*, or he 
wouldn't get any peace and his friends would never be assuaged of their 
misplaced guilt. They felt guilty, all right, and Daniel wasn't going to 
allow them to suffer it. Daniel closed his eyes. Okay, they'd won. He 
surrendered. He would tell Jack everything. Everything. 

                         *******************

"Hey, Daniel," Jack greeted the reclining archeologist with a cheery 
voice as he strode into the infirmary the next morning. "How you doin'?" 
he asked lowering himself to straddle the vacant bedside chair. 

"I'm fine." 

"Are you?" Jack countered, his grin gone and his bearing serious. 

"What?" Daniel asked. "Janet said I'd recover, I'd be okay?" 

"Yeah, physically," Jack confirmed. "But you see, Daniel, I'm not okay 
here," Jack tapped his forehead, "about a lot of things. So, I'm guessing 
you're not okay either." 

Although he was expecting an admission similar to this from Jack, it 
still surprised Daniel to hear it. Jack hated to talk about feelings, 
especially his own. He passionately hated to talk about anything 
bothering him, choosing instead to bury it deep within himself and 
pretend nothing was wrong. It was a very familiar defense mechanism. 
Daniel recognized the game. Jack would come to him confessing he needed 
help with a personal problem. Daniel would gladly offer to help. By the 
time they were done discussing, Jack's problem was solved and so was 
anything bothering Daniel at the time. Daniel sighed. He'd seen this 
coming and he still had no defense against it. He watched Jack, immobile 
in the bedside chair, staring intently at him, waiting. Daniel became 
increasingly uneasy under the scrutiny. Even if he looked away, he knew 
Jack was there, staring at him. He could never outstare O'Neill. He 
surrendered. 

"Why are you not okay, Jack?" Daniel finally asked. 

"Danny, during the S&R for you on 888, I buried my fear so deep within 
myself I became an unfeeling robot. You've seen me that way, cold and, 
whatever." Daniel nodded his concurrence. "Right. I hid behind my 
military discipline to get the mission finished. You may have heard 
scuttlebutt that I didn't care I killed Rothman or if we found you alive 
or not." 

"I know you care, Jack. You did what you had to do." 

"Good to hear you say that, Danny, 'cause I haven't exactly been Mister 
Congeniality lately, especially toward you and I'm sorry. Truth is, I was 
afraid we'd find you dead, or worse, on 888. Once we got you safely home, 
I didn't do you, or me, any favors by not insisting we talk about what 
happened. You didn't want to talk; neither did I. Like Carter and Teal'c 
have both said lately, we were all in denial. So, I wanted the mission to 
380 to be so boring--" 

"And safe, " Daniel added. 

"Yeah, I ignored the warning signs and nearly lost you. I also lost me, 
Daniel. I lost my focus. Fortunately, Teal'c and Carter were there to 
keep me in line. I totally blew it." 

"Wow. I didn't know," Daniel said, surprised at this confession. "Sam 
feels guilty, Teal'c was afraid you guys wouldn't be able to save me, and 
you feel you failed as a commanding officer. That about cover it?" 

"Well,...yeah," Jack confirmed, resting his chin on his folded arms 
across the chair back. "Your turn." 

Daniel gazed at Jack for a long time, gathering his thoughts before 
speaking. "Do you believe dreams can subconsciously reveal what you 
refuse to acknowledge and accept?" 

"Well," Jack said, obviously blindsided. "Ah, that's deep. I suppose so. 
Why?" 

"While I was trapped on P4X-380, I kept dreaming, or experiencing fevered 
delusions, or something.." Daniel trailed away, actually weakly waving 
his IV encumbered left arm around to emphasize his confusion. "I kept 
shifting from being on P4X-380, to being in the cave of the Unas to 
floating across the Nile in a papyrus boat." 

"Was it in Technicolor?" Jack quipped. 

Daniel glared at the older man. "I'm trying to be serious here," Daniel 
spoke with some irritation. Jack's expression was contrite and 
apologetic. Daniel continued. "What I'm saying is the message was the 
same each time. My subconscious was telling me there was something I 
needed to do, something I needed to confess. I couldn't pass over to the 
other side of the river until I did,... whatever." Daniel peered intently 
at Jack to gauge his reaction. 

"Okay, what did you need to confess to me?" 

 "I gave up, Jack," Daniel confessed. A few moments of silence passed. 
Daniel interpreted Jack's silence as a signal to continue speaking. "On 
P3X-888, in the Unas cave, I finally accepted there would be no rescue. I 
surrendered. I stopped fighting. I was ready to die. I let go. You're 
always telling me never give up. Or, if we're ever separated off world, I 
should do anything I have to do to stay alive until you can find me. 
Twice I tried to escape from the Unas but failed. I even," Daniel paused, 
chewing at his lower lip, "I even tried to kill Chaka. I had the rock in 
my hand, but I couldn't do it. So, I gave up. I believed you wouldn't 
find me. I let you down." The last was barely mumbled. "I was too ashamed 
to tell you." 

"Well, my turn to say wow. But you're wrong. You didn't die or give up, 
Daniel." 

"I did, Jack," Daniel insisted. "And I did it on P4X-380. While I was 
trapped under that rubble, I wanted to die. I was ready to die. I gave 
up...again." 

"But.." Jack prompted. 

"But I knew I couldn't die until I warned you, Sam, and Teal'c, to leave 
the planet. I had to warn you about the translation, about the eaters of 
the dark. Had to warn you to leave, to leave me, and save yourselves." 

"You warned us, Daniel. You didn't give up." 

"I did," Daniel insisted softly. "But everytime I did, I could hear you, 
or Sam or Teal'c calling to me over the radio. Your voices kept drawing 
me back, stopped the boat from crossing the river." 

"Well, ahhh, okay," Jack struggled to speak. "Okay, we'll just have to 
convince you of the error of your ways. But about that leaving thing, you 
know there was no way in hell we were leaving without you." 

"But you could have died, I would have been responsible---" 

"Daniel," Jack cut in, his index finger raised for emphasis. "No. No 
blame. No one gets left behind. Am I clear on that, Doctor Jackson?" he 
scolded. 

Daniel lowered his gaze and nodded his head in submission. 

"Good. Now that I have your attention, there's a few other things I need 
to discuss." 

"Okay," Daniel said, defeated. 

"The first thing is, I've already seen your scar. I took advantage while 
you were doped up on Doc's happy juice to take a look see." 

Blazing, but exhausted, blue eyes glared at Jack. "That's not fair," 
Daniel whined. 

"I know. That's why I did it, Dannyboy," Jack confessed, wriggling his 
eyebrows. 

Daniel fought to maintain his unhappy glare but was losing the battle. 
"What was the second thing?" 

"Oh, yeah," Jack straightened and put on his stern colonel-in-command-
mode face. "Damnit, Daniel, how many times have I told you not to futz 
with things, like those start button doohickeys in the temple, hmmm?" 
Jack's face softened. "I told Carter I'd yell at you when we got home." 

Losing his irritation with his friend, Daniel grinned. "Okay, I consider 
myself yelled at. I have a question. Did you threaten to kick my butt 
back to the SGC?" 

Jack's silvered eyebrows arched. "You heard that?" 

Daniel nodded. "See, Jack, I do listen to you." 

"Good, 'cause you know Doc's requested an Air Force counselor come to the 
base. One who specializes in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. We've all 
been ordered to speak with whomever it is." 

Daniel looked away from Jack. He knew Jack's visit was leading to this, 
but wasn't quite ready to comply. "Not Mackenzie." 

"No. Someone else." 

"I'm a civilian," Daniel played his final card. 

"Yeah, but that excuse won't wash. Hammond made it very clear we all 
participate or SG-1 is grounded." At Daniel's frowning disapproving look, 
Jack continued. "Carter suggested we go as a group. She was the first to 
recognize we were all in denial about a lot of things. She was the one 
courageous enough to take the first step. Now are the rest of us brave 
enough to follow her lead? Teal'c's agreed. And,... so have I." 

Daniel jerked his gaze to Jack, his brows nearly crawling off his 
forehead. "You? You agreed to speak to a counselor?" 

"The old colonel can still surprise you, huh?" Jack replied with a 
mischievous grin. 

"Apparently," Daniel answered, resting his head on the fluffy pillows. He 
favored Jack with a searching look. "Together, right, we can go 
together?" Daniel requested verification. 

"Yep." 

"Okay. When?" 

"Tomorrow morning, if you're up to it." 

"Okay." 

"Good." Jack reached over and rested a hand on Daniel's. "This is the 
right thing to do, Daniel. I know talking to strangers about personal 
stuff is something you avoid like the plague. That's why Carter suggested 
we all go together. We can rely on each other to get through this." He 
gently squeezed Daniel's fingers and released his hold. "Here's some good 
news," he continued, brightening. "We may have found a planet for the 
Enkarens to resettle." 

"Great." 

"So, once we're all shipshape, I've asked Hammond to let us gate there 
and see how things are going, resettlement wise." 

"Good," Daniel said around a yawn he couldn't hide. 

"Someone needs his beauty sleep," Jack declared reaching to remove 
Daniel's glasses and set them on the table. "I can stay, if you want?" 

"No. I'm fine. Really fine. Thanks, Jack." 

Jack stood. "Okay. See you tomorrow?" 

"Can't wait," Daniel mumbled, heavy eyelids closing. 

"Sweet dreams, Danny." Jack waited until he sensed Daniel was asleep 
before leaving. Mission accomplished. 

                         *******************

Sam could hear the long absent, but very welcome, good-natured bickering 
filtering from the Infirmary into the corridor, the voices rising in 
volume as she neared the open door. Smiling, she stood framed in the 
entryway, watching. Apparently, the guys were making the simple transfer 
of Daniel from the bed to the wheel chair as difficult as possible. After 
a few more minutes of complaining and snapping, the patient was secured. 
Sam walked in to join her teammates. 

"Are we ready to go?" she asked. 

"As soon as Jack stops fussing," Daniel groused as Jack tucked a lap 
blanket around Daniel. Teal'c stood at attention behind the seated 
Daniel, already claiming the responsibility of pushing the wheelchair. 

"Jack, that's enough. Stop," Daniel swatted at the older man with his 
left hand, unmindful of the IV line. Sam stepped forward and took the 
wayward hand into her own, stilling it. 

"Sir, we're almost late for our appointment," she stated. 

"Yeah, okay," Jack agreed, straightening while favoring Daniel with an 
annoyed look. "Better go or we'll have ta deal with Doc Fraiser. Teal'c, 
forward." 

Teal'c complied with the order the muscles on his arms buldging slightly 
as he bent to the task. Sam walked on Daniel's left, grasping his hand in 
hers. O'Neill positioned himself to Daniel's right, hand resting on the 
archeologist's robe covered shoulder. 

Together, they entered the conference room assigned for their sessions. 
The female counselor, smartly dressed in her Air Force uniform, was 
waiting for them. She smiled at SG-1 in greeting and indicated with a 
wave, they should sit. Once settled, she introduced herself and 
encouraged one of the four to begin. Sam glanced to her right at her 
three stubborn male comrades. Knowing someone had to take the first step, 
she patted Daniel's hand and inhaled. 

"I'll go first," she volunteered. "We gated to P4X-380. It was as 
advertised, very bright, aridly hot, no trees and lots of sand. A piece 
of cake, the colonel had said. Business as usual." 

EL FIN