Author Notes: Hi! I haven't written a Stargate SG-1 story in about a year, and thought it about time I write a bit more. This story came from watching Daniel in seasons 9 and 10, and also in season 1 in the same month. I hope it's not too confusing to read as it was for me to write, I tried to make everything clear. And just to clarify, this is NOT a deathfic.

The two timelines are:

-Season 10, Stargate SG-1, after Unending, but assuming that Adria is still poking around the Milky Way. And Season 3, Atlantis, before the series finale.

-Season 2, Stargate SG-1, the next mission after 1969, before the Hathor two-parter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Dead Hope

Chapter 1

"We gotta go!" Daniel yelled while trying to hold off the Ori soldiers, "Vala! Come on!"

Routine missions. Damn he missed them. They had thought the Goa'uld were bad, they had thought they were at war. Shows how much they knew. The gate began to spin behind him as Cam frantically punched in their address while he and Teal'c lay down cover fire. Vala was running, but was too far away and had no more ammo left. Sam… Daniel shook his head as the Stargate exploded into being, "Jackson, go through!" Mitchell yelled from behind.

"No! You go! We'll be right behind you!" Daniel didn't wait for an answer. He began running back; he wouldn't lose them both. He emptied his last clip into the enemy just as he reached Vala. A roaring overhead indicated an Ori cruiser landing nearby. Grabbing her by the arm, they ran towards the remainder of their team. A burning pain in Daniel's leg caused him to stumble but Vala was holding onto him as much as he was her. Just ahead, Cam and Teal'c leapt through the gate. A horrible cacophony of yelling and white noise filled the air, and in one last leap, the two dived through the Stargate…

…and landed face first in dew soaked grass. Dimly he heard Vala swear something. As his vision began greying from exhaustion and the final inset of shock, Daniel looked up only to register a serpent guard pointing a zat in their faces.


"Oooo, company." Jack rolled himself smoothly up to a sitting position. Teal'c opened his eyes from his kelnorim, while Carter and Daniel looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces. The Jaffa who had captured them and thrown them down here had clearly stated that 'their lord Apophis' would not be arriving for a few days – something that made Jack all the more adamant that they needed to piss the snake off some more. When they got captured, he expected an immediate audience. That, and they had also watched the guy die in their infirmary quite recently. Seriously, couldn't he just have the decency to stay dead?

The First Prime strode into the corridor outside their cell, and opened the door. Behind him, four more guards were dragging two very limp looking forms, clad in black. "Sir…" Cater muttered in his ear, "They have patches from the SGC."

"Crap." Jack muttered. General Hammond must have sent a rescue team. He winced as they were thrown in; one of them had a very nasty looking wound on his leg.

Captain Carter made her way forwards as soon as the Jaffa had left, but the smaller of the two arrivals sat up before she could reach them. Her long black hair, clipped at the side by a pink hair slide, immediately marked her as a civilian, but no one they knew, and besides, what would she be doing on a rescue mission? It wouldn't make any sense. "I hate those things…" She shook her head and opened her eyes, only to see SG-1 staring right back at her, clad in green BDUs. Jack watched in growing wariness and curiosity as her face went incredibly white, her eyes fixed to his left where Carter was sitting, "Sam?"

Carter frowned, "Do I know you? What team are you from?"

Vala opened her mouth with the obvious intent to reply, but then, "Your hair!"

"Excuse me?" Jack felt that he should intervene. This woman was…odd.

She shook her head, "Not yours, Daniel's, it's…" she seemed lost for words.

Daniel blinked, "I'm sorry?"

Vala, if it was possible, went even paler, and scrambled backwards away from them, only to collide with the still unmoving body of her injured companion. "Oh, this is bad."

Jack lost his temper, "Who the hell are you?"

But Vala wasn't listening; she was examining her hand, newly coated in slick red blood that had begun to spread along the floor. She twisted, ignoring Jack, and nimbly leapt over the unconscious man so that she could see his face. Completely blanking SG-1, she began shaking his shoulders, "Daniel? Daniel, please wake up. I really can't deal with this. You neglected to mention creepiness. Ori, Priors, crazed humans - that I can deal with…" Her voice began to shake, "Don't make me hurt you…"

Sam watched the woman in complete confusion, "Sir, I don't think she's-"

"Sane?"

"Well, I was going to say not from the SGC, but-" A groaning drew their attention, accompanied by a muttered 'ow' as the woman hit her partner on the arm, apparently annoyed he had been unconscious for so long.

Jack felt a new presence by his shoulder. It was Daniel, "Jack? There's something weird about this."

Jack was going to reply, but all words escaped him as the dark haired woman helped her friend to sit up. The man blinked dazedly, looking from the woman to them, and then lost all remaining colour in his face. Jack watched as a man who looked a hell of a lot like the spacemonkey to his right sat up. Only this version had messed up short hair and dead eyes he had never hoped to see in his friend.

Daniel looked at Vala, who shrugged helplessly. He sighed, "Well, this is a new one."

To Be Continued…

Author Notes: A bit short I know, but I'd love to hear what you think!