A/N: Well, I finally got this up. The first chapter is in 1st person with Daniel Jackson. This story will switch between his POV/ 3rd person. I hope you will enjoy this story and Read & Review.
The sun was setting in Cheyenne, Wyoming as I sat there on a park bench contemplating my resignation to the Stargate Command. 'The SGC needs me,' I thought doubting my decision to leave. 'No, I know they will replace me with some young scholar.' I cringed at the thought of some college graduate know-it-all that lacked experience. I shook my head of the idea. But what about my colleagues? I was so close to them...There was Jack O'Neil, Samantha Carter, and Teal'c. I remembered them gingerly, though it was only yesterday that I had decided to leave SGC. I sighed at I looked at the horizon and the sun became just a memory in the evening sky.
"Sir, are you alright?" came a voice that sounded distant. Then almost instantaneously someone was nudging my shoulder. I awoke to see a women hovering above me, staring at me like a fool. I looked around in the darkness. It must have been pretty late because very few cars were passing the park and everyone had left except for the woman and me.
"Yeah, I must have dozed off," I replied. "What time is it?"
She laughed and looked at her watch. "Half past midnight. Why were you sitting out here anyway?" She sat beside me on the bench leaning forwards and staring at me still with her head cocked.
"Well, I was quit my job yesterday and I just was thinking about if I made the right decision," I replied hoping she would just go away leaving me to sort out one of my greatest problems: Where to stay?
"Hmm," was her reply. "What'd they do to you...ya'know for you to quit?" God, this girl was being nosy. i didn't know whether to tell her the truth or not. But if I did she probably wouldn't believe me...
"I worked for this organization called the Stargate Command and my work is very dangerous. I almost got killed on a mission," I said waiting for a laugh to emit from her. She did not laugh, however she just looked at me like I was crazy.
"Um, okay. By the way, do you have a place to stay for the night? You'd be welcome to stay at my apartment with me," she said as she got up from the bench finally breaking her gaze with me.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm staying in a hotel already," I lied to her as I stood up. She nodded. I started to walk away. I didn't know where a hotel was but I was sure I could find one somewhere. I turned around to look at her. She was still standing there gazing at my figure as I walked into the darkness searching for a hotel.
A walked around for what seemed like hours until a reached a Inn at the edge of the downtown part of the city. It was a brick building that was many stories high. There was a neon green sign in the front, left window that glowed, "Vacant". 'Perfect,' I thought as I eyed the inn. I pushed open the door and a bell rang alerting the clerk someone was entering. He sat up from his chair behind a counter. He was an old man with balding white hair and a scruffy beard aged with gray and white. He was wearing a black vest with the name "Ed" sewn on the left pocket. "What can I do you for," he asked.
"Is there a room available," I asked the elderly man.
"Indeed there is, mr...mr" his voice trailed off as he put a piece of paper before me.
"Jackson. Daniel Jackson," I said skimming over the paper and signing my signature at the bottom. He took the slip of paper from the counter and turned around. He grabbed a key off a board and slid it across the counter top slowly. His bony hands grasping the key until it was closer to me.
The next day I awoke feeling discontent. My head was pounding and my palms were sweating profusely. I arose from the bed and peered out the window. There was the women from the previous day standing on the sidewalk staring at my window. Her eyes flashed at me. She was a Goa'uld...
A/N: More to come. Thanks for reading!! Reviewing is encouraged.