I claim no ownership of Stargate: SG1 or Sanctuary. I am just taking the characters out to play.
Chapter 1
Dr. Daniel Jackson was pissed. He was also tired, hungry and lost, but under further consideration, those all seemed to roll into the pissedness of the situation.
"Great way to spend a vacation," he grumbled to himself, making yet another left turn as he came to a fork in the tunnels. He smacked another post it note on the wall as he turned, writing the date and time on it as according to his watch. He had come prepared with chalk and string and both had run out a while ago. Now he was down to pilfered Air Force office supplies.
When his friend Dr. Thomas had invited him to check out the catacombs he had discovered in Britain, Daniel had jumped at the chance. Turning down Jack and Sam's offer of fishing, Mitchell's suggestion of a road trip to Kansas, Teal'c's idea that he catch a wormhole to Chulac and Vala's attempt to get him to spend two weeks in her bed, he had hitched a ride on an Air Force transport to London.
When he arrived in Glastonbury, Dr. Thomas had cheerfully pointed him in the right direction, told him was impossible to get lost, and left him to it. Once again, Daniel thought, he had accomplished the impossible. It was not a comforting thought.
Now, two days later, he was wandering around in the dark somewhere under Glastonbury with a flashlight that was rapidly running out of batteries, a dead cell phone that apparently got no signal underground anyway, and a package of post it notes. It would make a great story when he got back to the SGC. IF he got back to the SGC.
He should not have been tempted by the unlit branch off the main tunnel, he thought, sighing. Of course, there was no way to predict that the tunnel would collapse behind him. But still, if he had not strayed from the well-lit, already mapped corridors, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
"When have I ever followed the straight and narrow," he muttered. After all, his career had been years of him going his own way and doing his own thing and damn the consequences.
He made two more turns, marking them with more post it notes, when he saw something yellow on the wall ahead of him. "Oh no," he groaned, hurrying forward. It was one of his earlier post it notes, dated the previous day. He had been going in circles.
Swearing softly to himself in a blend of Goa'ould and French, he decided it was a good time to take a rest and ease his aching feet. He shut off the flashlight and settled back against the rock wall with his eyes closed, his back cushioned somewhat by his almost empty backpack. He drifted slowly off to sleep.
Some time later, a scraping noise off to his left caused his eyes to fly open, and years of training with Jack made him throw himself to the right, landing hard on his shoulder with a grunt. Something, or someone, flew over his head with a growl. Daniel flicked on the flashlight, and found himself face to face with…he wasn't sure what, but it was human sized and shaped, had many many sharp teeth in a slobbery mouth and really didn't look happy to see him.
He took all of this information in with a glance and took off running, dodging as the thing galloped along behind him, taking swings with long, clawed hands.
Rounding a corner, he charged headlong with a group of people, tumbling to the ground in the arms of a tall, dark haired woman who fell with a loud curse. Despite having her as a cushion, Daniel's head slammed hard into the ground. As gunfire erupted above his head, he looked up at the woman he had careened into, stared into her blue eyes and whispered in confusion, "Sam?" before passing out.