A/N: I have finally decided to post this online. Technically speaking this is my first attempt at a fanfiction ever, although it is not my first posted. My others lay in the Pokemon world so if you like that go check them out. This story is entitled Echoes and was based off of Metroid Echoes which has an awesome story line, but i adapted it to Stargate. The Story centers around Daniel because he is my favorite, but I feel I might have gotten him too deep in trouble seeing as this story after four years is still incomplete. Despite its current state I still believe that this story, despite the sometimes hard to follow timeline is still pretty good. So without further ado here it goes.
There were only a handful of Archeologists left. Ironically the Archaeologists had been the only ones able to keep their wits. All of SG 6 and two of SG 11 were dead. The surviving members of SG11 were cowering in the corner muttering to themselves. But Daniel assumed that killing your own men would have that effect on a person.
The moment Daniel stepped foot in these ruins, a feeling of unease settled over him. Something was wrong; it just didn't feel right almost like a shadow trailed their every move. One word to describe what he was sensing was evil. But those feelings and concerns were pushed to the back of his mind the moment he laid eyes on the writing all through the ruins. It was the same writing from P3R-233, the same planet where he had found the quantum mirror. A new excitement boiled over him, and took control. He was now Dr. Daniel Jackson, Archaeologist.
The SG teams weren't so fortunate. They had nothing to distract them from the uneasy feeling being emitted by the ruins. All they could do was keep watch on an empty planet seemingly void of life. Two weeks of the unsettling feeling the two teams had endeared had made them paranoid and anxious. They jumped at the slightest noise.
Their behavior almost got him shot four nights ago. Daniel had been keeping an eye on them ever since. He couldn't even focus on translating worried that one of the archaeologists would end up getting shot by accident.
Daniel had finally confronted the colonel about it but the colonel only snapped some nasty comment at him then stormed away. Sure this place was a little disturbing but these were military men. If the willies could make them act this way, well… the thought was just unsettling.
After that Daniel had decided just to focus on his work. Maybe somewhere it explained why the place gave everyone the creeps. For all he knew it could be some alien technology that omitted a sound on a frequency that they could not hear that would result in this sort of behavior. But what Daniel had found buried in the sands of P3X-105 was something that was never meant to be rediscovered. It was here that Daniel was re taught the lesson that some things were meant to remain buried.