Placing his cap backwards on his head, Jack looked around. There was still no sign of Daniel: the archaeologist hadn't come back to the tent the night before. Jack strode off in the direction of the temple, half-expecting to find an anthropologist/linguist/whatever-the-hell-else-Daniel-was passed out from self-imposed exhaustion and stress when he got there. Instead, upon stepping inside, Jack was surprised to find that Daniel didn't seem to be there either. He took in the scene before him: an upturned coffee cup, a crowbar, debris... the haste with which Daniel had acted was evident, and Jack couldn't help but be a little aggravated that Daniel hadn't come to get help or any kind of backup before venturing into the unknown; he hadn't even secured so much as a rope so that he could climb back out of the hole he'd apparently crawled into. Jack sighed: it was typical Daniel.
Ambling over to the edge of the drop, Jack called down, impatience in his voice. "Daniel?" Getting no answer, Jack knelt down and stuck his head into the semi-darkness. "Daniel!" he shouted, louder. His eyes traveled around the dimly-lit room, and lingered on a lump at the far end. "Dammit, Daniel!" he cursed: his friend had indeed passed out, though certainly not from exhaustion; he was sprawled as if he had been thrown back with considerable force. Jack leapt up and ran outside.
"Kurt! Bernadette!" he called out in the direction of the rest of the camp as he spotted the rest of the survey team. "Hell, Bailey! Get over here!" he shouted desperately. "Kurt, bring some rope!" Jack ran back to the hole and carefully lowered himself down, mentally cursing Daniel for the jolt he felt in his knees. He went to his friend's side, kneeling. "Daniel?" he shook him gently, "Daniel."
Blue eyes fluttered open and confusion was etched all over Daniel's face. "Ow." He stated, a little belatedly.
Jack patted him lightly on the shoulder before asking, "What the hell did you touch?"
Daniel blinked. "I don't know." His forehead creased. "I don't think I -" he stumbled over his thoughts, "are we on -"
"We're in Iraq, Daniel." Jack filled in, giving Daniel a warning look, knowing that the conversation could be heard by the scientists who were now gathered above and peering down. He also decided it best not to ask about whatever was on the wall that he'd caught sight of.
"Yeah." Daniel shook his head a little, as if attempting to clear the cobwebs. "Yeah." He repeated, attempting to sit up, but getting only as far as raising his head. "Ow." He winced and laid his head back down.
"Hold still a minute." Jack advised, looking to Kurt.
"We've got it up here, Jack." Pendry told him, indicating that they had secured a rope.
Jack focused on Daniel again, getting ready to support his body weight. "Can you stand?" he questioned.
Daniel thought a moment. "Yeah." He replied, grabbing onto Jack's arm for leverage. Under their combined strength, they were able to get him back on his feet quickly. "Wow." Daniel blinked furiously and held a hand to his head.
"What?" Jack asked, concerned about a concussion or some equally bad thing.
"Head rush." Daniel took his hand away from Jack's steadying arm and waited to regain his equilibrium.
Jack gestured, "After you."
Daniel took a wobbly step forward. "Right."
Jack remained below as Daniel slowly managed to climb the few feet up the rope, hoping to at least cushion the younger man's fall should the need arise. After Daniel was pulled up and being sufficiently fussed over by the women, Jack followed. As soon as he was up, he turned back to his friend.
"So, Daniel, what did you do last night?" he joked.
Daniel waved a hand, lamely as Elena pushed a cup of water at him. "I found it late... early... this morning... sometime." He answered, "I spilled my coffee..." as if that explained everything.
"Ah!" Kurt clapped his hands together excitedly. "Daniel and his coffee!"
Bailey was not so excited. "Fool!" he berated, taking an aggressive step toward Daniel, who was still sitting defenseless on the floor. "You shouldn't have been in here! Your arrogance and carelessness will be the death of all of us." Bailey turned to his colleagues, "The rest of you are fools right along with him for allowing someone so inept to even be -"
"Hey!" Jack shouted, standing. "At least he found something!"
"Jack -" Daniel began, while also attempting to stand, with Kurt's help.
"No, Daniel." Jack silenced him angrily. "You found whatever this is and that - thing on the wall." he waved at the hole they'd just emerged from. "I'm not an archaeologist, but I'm pretty damn sure that's better than putzing around and looking at the same room for months on end!" he shouted, directing his hostility toward Bailey.
Bailey narrowed his eyes and took a step toward Jack in what he must've thought was a frightening display. "What are you suggesting, Colonel?"
Unfortunately for him, he was pretty far off base in thinking he could frighten an Air Force Colonel, let alone Jack O'Neill. "I'm not suggesting anything; I think I was pretty clear: Daniel found something," he clarified, "actually a couple somethings, and you found squat!"
Bernadette cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Why don't we all just step outside for some fresh air... maybe have some breakfast." She suggested, moving toward the sunlight, and tugging on Bailey's arm. He reluctantly followed with many a backwards glance before he could be heard, outside, muttering and cursing loudly. Kurt looked at Jack and Daniel and then decided to leave as well, he himself pulling Elena along, despite her protests about Daniel needing help.
Daniel waited for everyone else to leave. "For what it's worth," he said quietly, "I appreciate it."
Jack glared at him. "Don't get too excited; I still want to know what the hell you were doing in there by yourself." Seeing Daniel drop his head and stare at his feet, Jack sighed and removed his cap, rubbing his forehead roughly. "Look," he told Daniel. "forget it. You okay?"
Daniel's head popped back up. "Yeah." He answered. "You?"
"Bailey's buggin' me." Jack confessed.
"Really?" Daniel asked facetiously. Jack glared. "So, breakfast, huh?" Daniel made a quick change of subject.
"Yeah." Jack followed Daniel out of the temple, a few steps behind. "No coffee." He ordered.
"Right." Daniel answered.
"Seriously."
"I heard you."