Title: "Title Ideas Needed"

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I don't own or have any rights to Stargate or its characters.

Comments: Okay, I'm starting to think I have a problem, one of these days I'm going to have to stop myself. But seriously, I need some help with a title here, I'm drawing a blank.

Summary: The team runs into some trouble on a new planet, and (gasp) Cameron disobeys a direct order.

"Damn it Jackson, you've gotta be more careful." Cameron growled as he rolled off the archeologist, earning a 'woof' of air out of Daniel at his strategically placed elbow. "This stuff is looser than it looks, and the last thing I need is for you to get caught in a rock slide here."

Jackson rubbed at his solar plexus while he remained laying on the shale, he was pretty damn sure that Mitchell's elbow had landed there deliberately. He felt a small spike of embarrassment, and decided against revenge, when Cam reached down to gently palpate the side of his leg where Jackson had crashed into him. "Yeah, sorry about that, guess I got a little excited over that wall." A look of disbelief met his admission.

"The wall?"

Daniel took the proffered hand and scrambled to his feet. "Yeah, its an interesting architecture and there's some dialect of ancient there that I-"

"Stop. You can tell me the rest after we get off this damn hill. I'm going to go find Sam and Teal'c, come over when you finish with the camera." Cameron started to walk off carefully across the loose shale, he turned back to encourage Jackson to make it quick. The 'hurry up' died on his lips when he saw the blood running down the back of his neck. "Hey, you're bleeding," he indicated the place on his own neck.

Daniel winced as he pulled a small sliver of rock from just below his hair line. "Ouch, must have happened when I took you out. Don't worry, I promise to be quick."

"Good, I got a bad feeling about this 'uninhabited' planet." The air quotes were enough to get Jackson to crack a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, Cam was passed pissed, he vaguely remembered Gen. O'Neill mentioning something about sociopolitical geeks never doing what they're told. "I'm going to go drag Jackson back here so we can get the hell off this freaking planet." There were days were he felt that he'd been reduced to nothing more than the 'get-em-and fetch-em" guy.

Sam and Teal'c looked up from the ancient device they had unearthed, both had caught the high stress level in his voice, "Cam?"

"Bad feeling," he muttered as he headed for the door.

Teal'c turned in surprise when Carter immediately began packing. "I've known him for a long time," she explained. "He doesn't get these feelings very often, but when he does, everyone listens. The last one he had was before his squadron left for Antarctica."

Teal'c's brow creased in concern; Mitchell's bad feeling only served to highlight his own unease. He immediately tightened his grip on the P-90 he held in each hand. "Perhaps this planet is not as uninhabited as it appears.

"Either way, I'd rather not stick around to find out. Give me a hand here, will you please." Teal'c turned and inclined his head, they packed for another thirty seconds before a deep voice from behind froze their blood.

"You take orders from a Tauri, Shov'la?"

"Damn it." Sam raised her Zat knowing that Teal'c's bulk blocked her from view. One Zat against five armed Jaffa wasn't worth a hell of a lot, but she couldn't let them get their hands on this device. She managed to take down two of the Jaffa before they collected their wits enough to return fire. Carter and Teal'c dove in opposite directions looking for cover. Sam hissed as she felt one of the staff blasts graze her lower leg.

"Col. Carter?"

"I'm fine Teal'c, but I think we've got a problem." Sam raised he hands away from her body as she felt the business end of a staff weapon at her back. A glance to her left told her that Teal'c was in a similar predicament.

Two hundred yards away, Jackson was having his own problems with the Jaffa. One of them had managed to get the jump on him while he was videotaping the last section of the wall. Daniel managed to hold his own for a minute but eventually found himself back on his butt in the shale with the large alien standing over him. A blur in the corner of his vision was the only warning he had before a body bowled into the Jaffa, knocking them both back onto the more unstable part of the hill. He watched as Mitchell landed blow after blow on the still stunned Jaffa. A low grumbling and scraping sound had all three men stopping all motion and looking up the hill. Daniel watched in horror as the shale beneath Mitchell and the Jaffa began shifting, his quick mind immediately understood what was about to happen. Half a second later he saw the same realization in Cameron's eyes as he scrambled off the Jaffa and toward Jackson. Unfortunately, his lightning fast pilot's reflexes weren't quick enough to save him this time, the shale began sliding faster until it was too fast for him to move against. Jackson lunged for Cam's scrambling arm, but his loose footing preventing him from getting a good push off and he came up just inches short. Two sets of blue eyes locked for the briefest second before the motion of the shale rolled Cam and swept him down the hill. Daniel's impulse to follow his team leader down the hill was squashed by a couple of staff blasts at his feet. Deciding he couldn't help Mitchell if he was dead, he scanned the long hillside for any sign of human movement. What he saw was not comforting, there was no movement, but there was a combat boot emerging from a pile of rocks near the bottom of the hill. Daniel was too shaken to do anything but allow himself to be led off by the Jaffa. Five minutes later, he was unceremoniously shoved to the dirt next to Sam and Teal'c.

Usually the stoic and silent one, Teal'c's concern grew the longer Jackson sat there without acknowledging their presence. "DanielJackson, is something wrong?"

"You mean other than the fact that we're sitting here with our hands tied behind our backs surrounded by Jaffa?" Realizing what she'd just said, Sam silently cursed both of her overly sarcastic team leaders. Speaking of which, "hey, where's Cam?"

Daniel continued to stare at the same piece of dirt, his voice monotone, "he's laying under a pile of rocks at the bottom of the hill."

"WHAT?!"

"It caused an avalanche when he tackled the Jaffa off me. I- all-" he stopped to clear his throat, "all I could see was his boot, it wasn't moving."