Author's Note: Okay, so the idea here is for me to write five stories where Daniel was never part of the SGC, but his life is still linked to it somehow. I'm doing this to get rid of rabid plotbunnies that won't leave me alone.
The First Daniel – Assassin
Apophis sat up in the gaudy, gilded bed, unsure of what had awoken him. He turned to Amonet, but she slept soundly beside him, not moving in response to his touch. The Goa'uld sat in silence, listening intently to the surrounding chamber and the hollowness of the vast space. He was unable to hear anything out of the ordinary, but it seemed as though something was missing.
With a sudden realization, he commanded the lights to turn on, and beheld his queen, her host's throat slit and eyes staring in eternal surprise. A strangled cry of rage and grief left his lips as he gathered her cooling form to his chest. "Amonet, my queen! You will be avenged!" he swore. "I will take you to the sarcophagus, and your murderer will be tracked down and killed!"
"No," a new voice said from the shadows at the wall. "Your sarcophagus is no more. And so you will be as well."
Apophis leapt from the bed with a snarl to face the intruder as it stepped forth from the darkness. "How DARE you?" he snapped. "You would defy a god! I will crush you for this insolence!"
Steely blue eyes stared intensely at him, the only part of the assassin visible through the black face mask. "I don't think so, snake."
Apophis was taken completely aback at the sheer nerve of this…this…slave! "Who do you think you are, filth?"
Before he could move to stop it, the intruder had him pinned against the wall, and Apophis felt the cold kiss of a blade against the back of his host's neck. "I am Daniel," the voice whispered in his ear. "Though I'm known to the System Lords as the Angel of Death."
Apophis only had time to register sheer terror before the blade bit into his actual body, killing both him and the host instantly.
The Angel of Death hefted his knife and carefully wiped the blood off the blade with Apophis' robe. "Two down," he said to himself in satisfaction. "Only a hundred more to go." He tapped a device on his wrist and an Asgard beam took him away.