Author's Note: I have a drabble that has the same title but I chose to expand it and create a full story. So I hope it will not be too confusing.

The Deluge

Daniel Jackson jerked awake to the sound of rain on the tent fly, it had been the same thing for the last five days, it's become a familiar sound. I listen for Jack's snores or Sam's even breathing to fill the tent. Around me there is only silence, and it takes me a moment to remember that they're not here and I am alone.

P5X-941 was my consolation prize. Jack refused let me go with the first expedition to Atlantis, so instead I received a two week survey of ancient ruins with SG-5. I know there will be another chance to see the city of the Ancients but for now all I've got is rain and mud.

Over the sounds of harsh wind and the patter of the rain, I hear my name. Hurrying out of my sleeping bag, I tighten my boot laces and belt before peering out into the deluge. All around me is chaos; everyone is hurrying to strike the camp. From the looks of things, Major Phillips has finally decided to call the mission off and we're heading home. Scanning through the drizzle, I try to decide if he's the one calling my name, but he's on the far side of the camp yelling at one of the archaeologists, who is trying to pack some of the artifacts he's found on the dig.

Stepping back in my tent, I grab my pack and pull out some of my food stuffs, shoving them into my vest for the long, hard trek back to the gate. Everything else in my tent quickly follows; no time to pack properly.

Leaving the shelter, I find the heavens have opened up and I'm drenched within moments, the rain running over the edges of my boonie and making it hard to see the forested area around us. Striking my tent is tough going, but over the din of the storm I can hear someone calling my name again. I look around at the members of the expedition, for most of them this is their first mission and I worry about how they will fare during the long march ahead of us.

"Dr. Jackson, we need to hurry." Sergeant Miller appears at my side grabbing the pole I've been fighting with. "Don't worry, sir," he continues, "with all this rain the major just wants us to move to higher ground. He's worried about a flash flood coming down through this valley."

In the darkness, I can just see the outline of the sergeant's face and the white of his teeth as he smiles. His calmness helps me relax and we get the tent stored on the FRED.

He slaps me on the back and moves on to help someone else. "I'll see you around, Dr. Jackson."

"Please call me Daniel."

The toothy white smile appears again. "I'll do that, Daniel. I have to go check on the others. Head over to the major, he's the rally point."

With a quick wave, I shoulder my pack and head off.

I'm half way to where the others are gathered when a clap of thunder fills the air, seeming to rumble up the valley. The last thing I see is the sergeant running towards me, waving his arms as a wall of water sweeps him away.

Time slows down horribly. The surging torrent of water slams into me, forcing all the air from my lungs and cutting of my ability to yell for help.

I go under fighting not to breathe, to find myself wrapped in a cocoon of water and being pulled along by the current. Lungs burning, vision starting to grey, I finally break the surface and try to keep my head above water, knowing it's my only chance to survive.

"Daniel!"

Scanning the raging water I see Sergeant Miller in the distance, trying to make his way toward me.

My attention is so focused on him, I barely register the sting of something scraping against my leg until pain explodes in my head and darkness rushes in.

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