Hello again, nice little dream sequence here to keep all you lovely
people entertained. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but my parents went
away for a few days and took the laptop with them. Anyway thank you, thank
you, thank you to Macisgate, Sandjgirl, Sci Fi Fan Gillian and Emowyen (Kit
Kats- the miracle cure for writers block, spread the word!) for reviewing
so many times and also to Natters (gives tissue).
P.S Sorry again for the formatting. What the hell is wrong with it?
Nothing! It looked fine on word! *Mutters
Daniel gazed up into the shaft of moonlight that pierced the darkness of their cell. It came from a single barred window high above them. Daniel guessed that he could probably reach it if he stood on Teal'c shoulders but he didn't see what good that would do; there was no way he could move the bars apart.
He sighed, slumped against the cold stone behind him and slowly slid down it until he was sitting. The guards had taken their weapons, GDOs and radios. The cell they had been locked in was in the basement of what seemed to be the meeting hall of the village and was made from solid stone with a heavy wooden door set into one wall. He didn't know if they were going to get out of this one and if they did it probably wouldn't be in time to save Jack.
"Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said from a dark corner. "There is someone outside." Daniel spun around, scuffing the dusty floor. In between the bars a vague silhouette was visible, it stayed for a few seconds then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
"What do you think it was?" He asked.
"Possibly a bystander curious as to our predicament," replied Teal'c stoically.
"Possibly," Daniel repeated.
They had sat in relative silence for about an hour, listening to snatches of conversation that drifted down into their cell from the street outside. From what Daniel could gather there was going to be some kind of ceremony involving him and Teal'c at noon tomorrow. As to what that ceremony was and what religious significance it had, he didn't know but he did know that it probably wasn't good news for them. However he wasn't focused on what was going to happen to him, rather how Jack and Sam were coping back home. If SG3 had made it back to the gate then General Hammond should be expecting them back in a few hours. Back on Earth it would be early evening and normally Daniel would either be getting ready to go home or meeting the rest of SG1 in the mess for tea. Teal'c spoke again. "If we escape by midday tomorrow and return to the SGC with the a sample of the plant required for Colonel O'Neill's recovery then we may make it in time to save him." "If we can escape." Apparently Teal'c was also thinking about Jack and Sam. They lapsed into silence once more. "Do you mind if I kel'noreem Daniel Jackson?" Asked Teal'c. "No. I think I'll get some sleep at the same time." Daniel lowered himself carefully onto the floor not wanting to disturb the dust, the last thing he needed right now was to set his allergies off. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the dull ache of worry in his stomach.
* * *
The Stargate engaged, the chevrons locking not with their usual whirr of machinery but with an eerie silence. The event horizon erupted outwards and then fell back leaving the familiar blue puddle of light in its place. Shadows moved behind it, almost invisible in the glare. Daniel edged closer and the shadows merged to form a figure, a figure that he knew every contour of, one he had awoken next to every day for two years.
"Sha're." He breathed.
He ran around the back of the gate only to be met by the stark concrete wall that formed the back of the gateroom. There was nothing else there. He walked around to stand once again at the base of the ramp and once again the silhouette of his wife was visible behind the gate, so close but so inevitably unreachable. An old wound reopened and tears began to stream down Daniel's face. He walked unsteadily up the ramp, closer to the Stargate, closer to Sha're. The shadow reached out a ghostly hand, its fingers outstretched. Daniel did the same and his hand grazed the watery surface sending ripples in all directions. Suddenly the fragile silence was broken by the harsh sound of gunfire. Daniel staggered back with his ears ringing and his mind numbed. Bolts began to fly through the gate, slamming into the back wall and the blast door, which covered the control room window. Next, amidst the barrage, Jack and Sam fell backwards into the gateroom and landed with thud on the metal grating below. They both lay there, foreheads touching as if asleep, exactly how Daniel remembered. But instead of disengaging, the Stargate stayed open. The scene was beautiful. His two friends looked undisturbed and free of concern and fear, he had rarely seen them so peaceful. Sam's hair framed her face like a halo and Jack's face was without his customary half-frown. Their hands were even clasped together. Daniel glanced around, feeling extremely intrusive, and then realised with a jolt that the gunfire had stopped and all was deathly silent once again. When he looked back Jack was gone and Sam was standing next to him at the base of the ramp. "Sam, are you ok?" He asked but she didn't answer. She was staring at the gate with an intense look of despair. He looked and saw shadows moving behind the gate. He stepped closer, his breath caught in his throat and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sam did too. He could make out the familiar form of Sha're but there was someone next to her. Someone tall and with messy hair. "Jack." To his surprise it was Sam, not him, who said it, but before he do anything his gaze was drawn inexorably towards Sha're. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him. She was gone and it was his fault. Realisation dawned.
Then the silence overcame his thoughts. They stood there, in the cold grey gateroom, bathed in the unearthly blue light of the Stargate, transfixed by what had been and what could be.
* * *
Daniel opened his eyes.
"You are awake Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c from the corner.
"Yeah, I noticed." Daniel murmured sleepily. "Are you ok Teal'c?"
"I am indeed well."
"Good, good..." Daniel got unsteadily to his feet and looked blearily at the little patch of sky above him. It was a sky on the verge of dawn. He staggered over to the wall and lent against it, without coffee he was definitely not a morning person. After a few moments gravity won the battle and Daniel dropped into a sitting position. Teal'c hadn't moved an inch. "I had a strange dream last night."
"As did I." Teal'c frowned slightly. "I was meditating when I suddenly found myself in the SGC and..." There was a bang as the door flew open. A stony-faced guard stood in the doorway then slowly he set a bowl of water on the floor.
The guard drew his sword and walked cautiously into the room. Lakas strolled in, an unbearable smirk on his face. Daniel was about to say something but Teal'c beat him to it.
"If you were not so young I would have already injured you greatly by now."
Lakas' grin grew bigger. "Quiet demon," he said. Teal'c made as if to get up but the guard swung his sword around towards him.
"Why did you betray us?" Daniel asked angrily. "One of our friends will die unless we get back to him with the plant, by keeping us here you have sentenced him to death."
"I know. But O'Neill calls himself a Tauri so he admits that he is a demon. He deserves to die." He said matter-of-factly.
With a roar Teal'c lunged at him but the guard was too quick. The point of his sword was at Teal'c's neck in a flash.
"I'm warning you." He growled at him. Daniel glanced at Teal'c, who slowly backed down with the air of a caged animal.
"Listen, we are not demons. The legend that refers to the Tauri as 'demons' was probably created by an alien called a Gould that came through the Stargate centuries ago. He posed as a god and enslaved your people. I don't know why he went, maybe he used up all the naquada here or..." But Daniel was interrupted by the sound of indrawn breath.
"Blasphemer!" Spat Lakas. "How dare you dishonour the name of our God?"
"False god," said Teal'c stoutly.
"Teal'c, this isn't the time," muttered Daniel out of the side of his mouth.
"Silence! You will be purged of your blasphemy as well as your wickedness at noon today." Lakas smiled and looked at the guard. "And then I will get my reward of acceptance to the militia." He turned to go.
"What does your sister think of this?" Asked Daniel quietly.
"What Kidra thinks is not important." For the first time since Lakas entered the cell he scowled. He strode out of the cell followed by the guard. "See you at noon!" He leered.
"We will get rescued! Our friends went to get help." Called Daniel desperately.
The sound of Lakas' laughing echoed down the corridor. "I don't think so Daniel. They were killed trying to escape though the circle!" The door slammed shut and Daniel went cold.
Daniel gazed up into the shaft of moonlight that pierced the darkness of their cell. It came from a single barred window high above them. Daniel guessed that he could probably reach it if he stood on Teal'c shoulders but he didn't see what good that would do; there was no way he could move the bars apart.
He sighed, slumped against the cold stone behind him and slowly slid down it until he was sitting. The guards had taken their weapons, GDOs and radios. The cell they had been locked in was in the basement of what seemed to be the meeting hall of the village and was made from solid stone with a heavy wooden door set into one wall. He didn't know if they were going to get out of this one and if they did it probably wouldn't be in time to save Jack.
"Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said from a dark corner. "There is someone outside." Daniel spun around, scuffing the dusty floor. In between the bars a vague silhouette was visible, it stayed for a few seconds then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
"What do you think it was?" He asked.
"Possibly a bystander curious as to our predicament," replied Teal'c stoically.
"Possibly," Daniel repeated.
They had sat in relative silence for about an hour, listening to snatches of conversation that drifted down into their cell from the street outside. From what Daniel could gather there was going to be some kind of ceremony involving him and Teal'c at noon tomorrow. As to what that ceremony was and what religious significance it had, he didn't know but he did know that it probably wasn't good news for them. However he wasn't focused on what was going to happen to him, rather how Jack and Sam were coping back home. If SG3 had made it back to the gate then General Hammond should be expecting them back in a few hours. Back on Earth it would be early evening and normally Daniel would either be getting ready to go home or meeting the rest of SG1 in the mess for tea. Teal'c spoke again. "If we escape by midday tomorrow and return to the SGC with the a sample of the plant required for Colonel O'Neill's recovery then we may make it in time to save him." "If we can escape." Apparently Teal'c was also thinking about Jack and Sam. They lapsed into silence once more. "Do you mind if I kel'noreem Daniel Jackson?" Asked Teal'c. "No. I think I'll get some sleep at the same time." Daniel lowered himself carefully onto the floor not wanting to disturb the dust, the last thing he needed right now was to set his allergies off. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the dull ache of worry in his stomach.
* * *
The Stargate engaged, the chevrons locking not with their usual whirr of machinery but with an eerie silence. The event horizon erupted outwards and then fell back leaving the familiar blue puddle of light in its place. Shadows moved behind it, almost invisible in the glare. Daniel edged closer and the shadows merged to form a figure, a figure that he knew every contour of, one he had awoken next to every day for two years.
"Sha're." He breathed.
He ran around the back of the gate only to be met by the stark concrete wall that formed the back of the gateroom. There was nothing else there. He walked around to stand once again at the base of the ramp and once again the silhouette of his wife was visible behind the gate, so close but so inevitably unreachable. An old wound reopened and tears began to stream down Daniel's face. He walked unsteadily up the ramp, closer to the Stargate, closer to Sha're. The shadow reached out a ghostly hand, its fingers outstretched. Daniel did the same and his hand grazed the watery surface sending ripples in all directions. Suddenly the fragile silence was broken by the harsh sound of gunfire. Daniel staggered back with his ears ringing and his mind numbed. Bolts began to fly through the gate, slamming into the back wall and the blast door, which covered the control room window. Next, amidst the barrage, Jack and Sam fell backwards into the gateroom and landed with thud on the metal grating below. They both lay there, foreheads touching as if asleep, exactly how Daniel remembered. But instead of disengaging, the Stargate stayed open. The scene was beautiful. His two friends looked undisturbed and free of concern and fear, he had rarely seen them so peaceful. Sam's hair framed her face like a halo and Jack's face was without his customary half-frown. Their hands were even clasped together. Daniel glanced around, feeling extremely intrusive, and then realised with a jolt that the gunfire had stopped and all was deathly silent once again. When he looked back Jack was gone and Sam was standing next to him at the base of the ramp. "Sam, are you ok?" He asked but she didn't answer. She was staring at the gate with an intense look of despair. He looked and saw shadows moving behind the gate. He stepped closer, his breath caught in his throat and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sam did too. He could make out the familiar form of Sha're but there was someone next to her. Someone tall and with messy hair. "Jack." To his surprise it was Sam, not him, who said it, but before he do anything his gaze was drawn inexorably towards Sha're. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him. She was gone and it was his fault. Realisation dawned.
Then the silence overcame his thoughts. They stood there, in the cold grey gateroom, bathed in the unearthly blue light of the Stargate, transfixed by what had been and what could be.
* * *
Daniel opened his eyes.
"You are awake Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c from the corner.
"Yeah, I noticed." Daniel murmured sleepily. "Are you ok Teal'c?"
"I am indeed well."
"Good, good..." Daniel got unsteadily to his feet and looked blearily at the little patch of sky above him. It was a sky on the verge of dawn. He staggered over to the wall and lent against it, without coffee he was definitely not a morning person. After a few moments gravity won the battle and Daniel dropped into a sitting position. Teal'c hadn't moved an inch. "I had a strange dream last night."
"As did I." Teal'c frowned slightly. "I was meditating when I suddenly found myself in the SGC and..." There was a bang as the door flew open. A stony-faced guard stood in the doorway then slowly he set a bowl of water on the floor.
The guard drew his sword and walked cautiously into the room. Lakas strolled in, an unbearable smirk on his face. Daniel was about to say something but Teal'c beat him to it.
"If you were not so young I would have already injured you greatly by now."
Lakas' grin grew bigger. "Quiet demon," he said. Teal'c made as if to get up but the guard swung his sword around towards him.
"Why did you betray us?" Daniel asked angrily. "One of our friends will die unless we get back to him with the plant, by keeping us here you have sentenced him to death."
"I know. But O'Neill calls himself a Tauri so he admits that he is a demon. He deserves to die." He said matter-of-factly.
With a roar Teal'c lunged at him but the guard was too quick. The point of his sword was at Teal'c's neck in a flash.
"I'm warning you." He growled at him. Daniel glanced at Teal'c, who slowly backed down with the air of a caged animal.
"Listen, we are not demons. The legend that refers to the Tauri as 'demons' was probably created by an alien called a Gould that came through the Stargate centuries ago. He posed as a god and enslaved your people. I don't know why he went, maybe he used up all the naquada here or..." But Daniel was interrupted by the sound of indrawn breath.
"Blasphemer!" Spat Lakas. "How dare you dishonour the name of our God?"
"False god," said Teal'c stoutly.
"Teal'c, this isn't the time," muttered Daniel out of the side of his mouth.
"Silence! You will be purged of your blasphemy as well as your wickedness at noon today." Lakas smiled and looked at the guard. "And then I will get my reward of acceptance to the militia." He turned to go.
"What does your sister think of this?" Asked Daniel quietly.
"What Kidra thinks is not important." For the first time since Lakas entered the cell he scowled. He strode out of the cell followed by the guard. "See you at noon!" He leered.
"We will get rescued! Our friends went to get help." Called Daniel desperately.
The sound of Lakas' laughing echoed down the corridor. "I don't think so Daniel. They were killed trying to escape though the circle!" The door slammed shut and Daniel went cold.