A/N: Don't know where I got the energy to write this one. Trust me, I wrote it pretty fast too. Well, I hope you like this!
Laying his head in his hands, it still throbbed. Daniel ached all over, but he wanted to find a way out, and figure out why he had been left here.
Now he thought he heard rain. Lots of rain. For the past several moments…however long he'd been sitting there…he heard thunder in the distance. He had figured this was coming, but he was almost afraid of it. Because he knew he was in some sort of drain or something, which might get flooded with rain water.
Pulling himself up to the grate again, he called out to anyone that could hear him, "Please, you have to let me out! I won't be able to survive in here!"
Someone grunted and stomped on his fingers again. Crying out, Daniel let go of the bars and fell back to the muddy floor. There was no way he could crawl around, trying to find another way out.
Instead of small sprinkles trickling down through the bars, it was a heavy downpour, and life seemed to be coming to an end really fast for Doctor Jackson. Would he survive this storm only to still be stuck here?
Quickly, the tunnel began to flood, and already Daniel had to painfully pull himself up towards the grate, trying desperately to keep his head above water. This, however, did not work. The water was up to his neck now, and his fingers were slipping.
Taking one last gasp of moistened air, Daniel let go of the bars, and felt his body being pulled back down where he had come from in the massive rush of dirty water.
After a few moments that seemed an eternity, he found himself in a large room with tall walls. The water had dropped down and spread out, so it wasn't over his head so long as he could sit up. Forcing himself to do so, he welcomed the warm air that was floating down to him. He survived the ride.
Now the only question was, how could he get out of here?