Misplaced Distrust: Chap 8

I am so so so sorry. My muse just completely abandoned me. But as it's my half term I have made myself sit down and write, and here's a whole new chapter. I apologise for its lateness and probably sub-stadardness. I know its short but I really struggled with this one.


The corridor they found themselves in was long and narrow. The ceiling lowered as you stepped away from the entrance to the pit, and it brushed the top of Daniel's head as Sam hauled him up. The air was musty and stale, and the top of Daniel's head brushed dust into their eyes as they walked.

Sam was laden with two packs, and she had Daniel's arm hooked over her shoulder, but the extra help didn't seem to be doing any good. He was stumbling, and dragging his leg, and Sam looked to her left and saw the grimace of pain that flashed across his features every time his leg was jolted, which was happening very often.

"Stop." She said. And slowly lowered him to the floor.

She rummaged around in the packs until she pulled out the first aid kit again. She handed him the packet of painkillers and a canteen.

"You can't walk while your leg hurts so much. Take two and keep them on you."

Daniel scowled up at her.

"What do you care?"

"You're my friend Daniel, and I'd quite like to get you out of here."

"Sam we haven't been friends for a while now. You're never around to talk, all you do is work."

Daniel saw the flash of hurt that crossed her features before she quelled it.

"Fine. Doctor but I still want to get myself out of here sometime soon, so you are going to have to suck it up and start moving. The general will kill me if I let something happen to you, so just snap out of it."

Sam bent down and hoisted both packs onto her shoulders again. When she turned back to Daniel he was making an effort to stand, and she slowly eased his arm across her back again.

'If he wants to push me away let him try.' Sam thought to herself.

'So it's not me she's trying to save, ' Daniel was thinking. 'she just wants to go home herself.'

They were making slow progress through the musty corridor. Behind them the Unas were pounding against the sealed door, and that shook more dust down from the ceiling. Sam fought against the urge to sneeze as she took a particularly deep breath. It felt like Daniel was getting heavier, and she prayed they would find somewhere to sit soon. The corridor was gradually opening up, and Sam realised a few metres along that part of the reason she was struggling was because the floor was sloping upwards.

'This has to be a good thing.' She thought to herself.

Beside her Daniel's eyes were drooping, and so it was with great relief that the corridor came to a stop, and a room stretched out before them.

Sam deposited Daniel on a bench inside the doorway and swept the room with her weapon; after establishing that there were no other occupants she turned back to her friend. He had fallen asleep and was tilting precariously on the edge of the bench. She tenderly eased him onto a sleeping bag and covered him in a blanket.

The room was about twice the size of the hole they had fallen into, and there were carvings all the way around the edge of this one too.

'Obviously made by the same people then.' Sam thought.

These walls were in better shape than the previous ones, as they had not been exposed to the elements, but the poor light was making it hard to focus on the pictures. Sam eventually gave up, after admitting that it would probably make little sense to her even if she could see properly.

She had noticed that one wall seemed different to the others though, and so she approached it cautiously, trying to work out what set it aside from the rest. There were no ways out of the room, and so Sam was hoping that this wall could prove to contain a hidden exit, much like the one in the bottom of the pit.

She was feeling inside all of the carvings, slowly so as not to miss any possible hiding places for a switch. The rough stone was starting to irritate her skin and she was so absorbed in the task that she jumped when Daniel called her from behind.

"Sam?"

Turning quickly she strode towards him, but his eyes were shut and he was sleeping when she bent down next to him. Puzzled, Sam settled down to watch him closely.

The leg was clearly causing him pain, as every time he rolled even slightly his brows scrunched up. His face was more expressive in sleep than normal and Sam was fascinated by the range of emotions that slid across his features.

She settled back against the wall and closed her eyes, if Daniel was sleeping, it couldn't hurt for her to just take a few minutes to get some rest. And she drifted off.


The gate had spun into action in just under nine minutes, and SG-15 had come striding through with a medic in tow. Teal'c rose to meet them and bowed slightly.

"I am grateful you could mobilise so quickly."

"No worries Teal'c, anything for SG-1 in need. Lead on."

The reigns for the horses were passed to Liman, who was told to make his way back to the city, and the earthlings followed Teal'c into the shadows of the trees.


It felt like she had only slept for minutes when Sam woke, but it had been well over an hour. At first she wasn't sure what had woken her, until she looked down at her friend. Daniel was tossing and turning, but he couldn't move fully with his leg immobilised. He was moaning pitifully, and thrashing his head from side to side.

'It's one of those dreams again.' Sam thought, and she was sure of it a few seconds later when she made out some words.

"No leave me…Sam…no."

"Daniel." She called softly. "Daniel wake up."

"No don't. Please."

Sam nudged him gently to try to wake him.

"Daniel wake up." She said sternly.

"Please go. Sam go."

Sam was getting fed up with this, he could certainly sleep deeply. Roughly she shook him awake.

"Daniel wake up now."

Groggily Daniel opened his eyes. They seemed very blue to Sam in the dim light, and she helped him to lean against the wall at his back.

"I'm going to check out the walls for an exit okay? While I'm gone try to eat and drink something. I'll be in calling range, so shout if you need me."

The sleep seemed to have improved his mood, and Daniel nodded congenially and started rummaging through the nearest pack. Glancing back at him, Sam wandered back over to the wall.

'Right. What are you hiding?' She thought.


Again I'm so sorry. Reviewers get hugs.