He led on his back, still. Silence was all he could hear. Bright whiteness was all he could see. After a few seconds, he felt movement, and heard rumbling close by. The floor seemed to be moving below him. Suddenly, and he could see upwards towards the ceiling. He sat upright, looking over to his left. He felt somehow refreshed, and stood, stepping over the barrier he had touched: the side of a sarcophagus. He shuddered at the thought and tried to remember where he was. He could have sworn he had been shot. Or was it a dream?

The room he was in was deserted. It was fairly large, although not one of the largest he had seen here. In the distance he could hear marching of Jaffa, though they were too far away to worry about. He walked to the door, peering out cautiously. The corridor was also devoid of any life. He thought this too good to be true, but took his chance and walked quickly out of the room.

He managed to get about ten metres down the hall before a close voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "Stop!" He turned around to find himself facing a Jaffa with a zat in his hand. He took a quick look over the Jaffa's shoulder. There was only one. He decided to risk it, and he dropped to the floor, kicking out with his feet and knocking the Jaffa off balance. He grabbed the zat and fired it once at the struggling heap on the floor. No one else has to die today, he thought, as he continued down the hall. Now, at least, he had a weapon.

Turning around the corner, he scanned the room, holding up the zat and was prepared to fire, but there was no need. This room seemed somehow familiar, but he couldn't place it in his broken memories. Then he noticed the golden box. That struck a chord in his mind. He remembered something. He walked quickly to the box and opened it, just as he remembered Osiris had. Before him, in the box, lay another zat, his own gun, and three GDOs. His mind began racing, trying to make a decision. If he took all three, the Goa'uld would not be able to get to Earth… but neither would anyone else. The sound of footsteps caused him to react. He grabbed his own gun and took one GDO, quickly slipping it into his pocket before racing away from the sound.

It was a bad move. He ran straight into another corridor with at least six Jaffa. Only one was facing him, and immediately shouted to the rest, who turned and began firing. Against almost impossible odds he acted on impulse and dived back the way he had come. A blast from a staff weapon caught him in the foot and he crashed to the floor. He ignored the pain and quickly rolled over to a sitting position, using the zat and his own gun, firing randomly at the doorway as the Jaffa came through. The number of them was their disadvantage. As he continued to fire, the Jaffa fell back into one another and crashed to the floor. He continued to fire, making sure every single one was out of his way.

When all seemed silent again, he struggled to get up with his one good foot. He clumsily hopped to the door and swept his gun to defend against any more attacks. He thanked his lucky stars that there were no more Jaffa, and that the footsteps he had heard before had not been coming in his immediate direction. It was a close call: too close. He was determined it would be the last one. He had to be more careful.

Using the wall for balance, he continued to inch his way along the corridor, ignoring the growing pain in his foot. The place again seemed familiar, and as he carried on the familiarity in his mind grew. After a couple more minutes, he came across an open door to his left. A voice came from within, and he could have sworn it was Osiris. He peered around the corner, attempting to stay out of sight. He was right. He could see Osiris. She was speaking to someone and looking rather pissed off. He looked in the direction she was talking to, and saw a pool of dark red blood on the floor.

The pain in his foot chose that moment to shoot up his leg and he let out a small cry. Realising what he had done he looked back up, making eye contact with Osiris. She had seen him and was walking towards him. In desperation he began moving away from the door as fast as he could. He could hear Osiris's footsteps getting close, fast. He moved faster, dragging his aching foot behind. He took a look back. Osiris stood there, her hand up with the ribbon device stone glowing. The energy discharged from it and suddenly he felt himself flying through the air, impacting the wall firmly. Disorientation took over almost immediately and lasted for a few seconds, a few seconds in which Osiris had left and sent another two Jaffa after him.

He struggled to regain focus and pulled himself around the next corner, avoiding fire from the staffs. He had lost his own weapons in his confrontation with Osiris. He looked up at the room he was now in. He had found the Stargate. He got back up to stand on his one good foot and hopped to the DHD in the corner of the room. He estimated he had, at most, half a minute. Quickly he dialed Earth's address. As the first Jaffa entered the room and pointed a staff at him, he ducked and initiated the wormhole, the formation of it engulfing the Jaffa before he had the chance to fire.

There was silence. He could have sworn there was more than one Jaffa. He checked in his pocket and was relieved to find that he still had the GDO. He input the code and began his short journey to the 'gate. He took a last look behind him and saw the second Jaffa, about to fire. He pushed himself through the gate from his foot, avoiding a single shot from the staff.

***

The sound of the 'gate activating had risen Hammond's hopes and he ran as fast as he could to the control room. He felt immediate relief at the sight of SG-1's remote code being transmitted. "Open the iris." He ordered. The iris spiraled open in response and Hammond waited. After only a few seconds a single figure emerged and rolled down the ramp.

"Close the iris!" he yelled. Hammond nodded to someone sat at the computer. He didn't take note of who it was an, frankly, he didn't really care. He had other problems. He ran down to the gate room as the iris closed. A loud thud was heard on the iris before the wormhole disengaged. Hammond looked at the man who had come through.

"Colonel O'Neill?" he asked.

Daniel stood and looked Hammond in the eye, his expression one of exhaustion and grief.

"I think he's dead, sir."

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