TITLE: Four Eyes
CATEGORY: Sam/Jack UST, angst, drama, action-adventure
SPOILERS: Slight for Divide & Conquer (takes place Pre-Meridian)
RATING: PG-13 (for language and situations)
SUMMARY: When SG-1 goes on a scientific mission, danger ensues -- leaving one team member's life in the balance. Can the rest of the team conjure a miracle in time to save the day?
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis - yes
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I get absolutely nothing out of this except some fun. No copyright infringement is intended. This package is sold by weight, not by volume. CA residents add 8% sales tax.


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Four Eyes
by mabtng

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Prologue

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*...Please be there...Got to be there...Got to run faster now... Depending on me...Please be there...*

The silent mantra pounded in Daniel Jackson's head to the beat of his rain numbed feet. He had to hurry. The wind was already beginning to pick up again, this time from the west. There was little time left.

"Damnit!" He cried breathlessly as his feet slipped and slid through the mud and he tripped over a downed tree. His glasses were so covered with water and grime that they were useless. He tore them off as he stood and shoved them into his jacket pocket. With a push off the tree, he started his desperate sprint once more.

He knew he was almost there. It had to be there. Just over the next hill. One more step. Two. Three, and he'd be able to see the top of the circle. His lungs burned and his water-logged uniform tried to drag him down with its sheer weight.

He reached the crest...But where the hell was it? He should be able to see...Had he gotten lost? Run the wrong way in his panic? No! There was the DHD...

He stopped. Frozen as his heart dropped. The gate was no longer standing. The winds had forced their way upon it and now it lay on the ground, one side of the rim teetering against the stones where he and his team had first stepped onto this world. There was no time. There was no way he would be able to get help before...

He fell to his knees, exhausted and defeated.

"Oh, Sam. I'm so sorry," he whispered as he closed his eyes and beat his fists against his muddied knees in grief.