Okay... an explanation about the coming story... This is a very incomplete story as it stands now. My plan is I will get to the ending (which it now has) then go back and fill in all the lacking scenes, dialog, ect ect. I REALLY want to finish this story and I know if I try to go back and "fix" everything now it will NEVER be finished. Just bare with me for a while... I promise the finished (I use that term loosely) product will be worth it (I hope!)

Well... onto going back and fluffing up the story a bit! WOOO!

Chapter 1

Daniel did the only thing he could do. He ran, as far and as fast as his legs could carry him. He clutched his injured shoulder and dashed through another alien alley only to find himself at a dead end. To his right was a door so pushed his way in and down a crumbling set of stairs.

Merely seconds behind him he heard his pursuers crash through the door in his wake.

The further he descended the older the pathway became, factory made bricks turned to handmade bricks then to stones. In a different situation he would have stopped and admired the seemingly ancient tunnel.

In his head long rush down the steps he wasn't expecting the sudden landing and crashed to the ground, crying out in agony when his wounded shoulder hit.

Daniel scrambled to his feet and spared only a moment to get his bearings, in front of him lay an underground river. Having only two directions he chose one and ran. His heart hammered in his chest and he gasped for every breath.

Daniel knew the men behind him were gaining, his injuries slowing him down; only moments behind him they entered the tunnel. Much to his dismay he saw another group enter the tunnel in front of him from another stairwell, flooding into the underground cavity like ants. His only exit was the water.

He rushed at the slowly flowing river and only a few feet in the ground dropped out from beneath him and he was plunged into the icy waters. He came up sputtering having inhaled a mouth full of water, but he continued to the other side of the river. He climbed out of the water on the other side and turned to see a large group of men staring at him from the other side.

Just standing there staring, they made no attempt to enter the water and retrieve him.

Daniel thanked his lucky stars and ran, following the slanted cave-like wall. Eventually, his run became a lumbering jog then to a walk his skin and chest burning. His chest he could understand, from the amount of water he inhaled his chest was bound to give him some grief but his skin, his eyes, his mouth all burned and he suddenly realized why they hadn't followed him into the water. There was something in the water.

Thinking back to SG-1's arrival to the planet he remembered the warnings to not go into the water; don't drink it, don't touch it. They never explained why but they made it clear, it was dangerous.

Leaning on the wall Daniel trudged along the seemingly endless channel. The wall gave way and Daniel tumbled to the ground with a grunt. He'd found another branching tunnel and Daniel hoped that this would lead to help.

Slowly he stood and began a very slow trail up a slightly inclined pathway.

The more he walked the darkening tunnel the worse he felt, the burning was almost searing and he had begun to cough. Soon Daniel realized that the path wasn't getting dimmer, his eyes were going out. He blinked and rubbed his eyes hoping to clear his fading eyesight. He coughed as he stumbled along and soon a wetness joined the dry cough.

Daniel continued his slow shuffling until he couldn't move any longer. He slid to his knees and fell forward onto his shoulders. A coughing fit hit him and with his failing vision he saw the blood.

His final thought was of the remaining members of SG-1, hoping they made it home safely.