A/N: Thanks a billion for all the wonderful reviews, you people make me blush. Special thanks to Rivergem, that's exactly what I was going for.

"Oh, Dr. Jackson," Jack called in an almost sing-song voice.  He was stooped half-in half-out of the tent Daniel and Teal'c were sharing, and was shining his flashlight straight at the lump that was Daniel's head.  "It's your shift."

"Jack?" Daniel squinted at his CO's form in the doorway, the beam from the flashlight was in his eyes and blinding him.

"Who else?" Jack answered vainly as he examined the dirt under his fingernails.

"Do you think you could point that thing somewhere else?" Daniel asked as he reached for his glasses and put them on.

"Sorry," Jack said, although he didn't seem that sorry about it, and he pointed the light down towards the region of the archeologist's feet.

"Any sign of hostile aliens or man-eating plants I need to know about?" Daniel asked as he slid out of his sleeping gear and took the light from Jack.  As he stepped out of the tent he noticed it wasn't raining anymore, well at least he didn't get the wet shift.

"I don't know about man-eating, but T found some mold you might want to keep your eye on."

"Ah, why?"

"It bears a close resemblance to a certain Air Force General I know."

Daniel furrowed his brow.

"Have fun, Danny," was all Jack said before retiring to his own tent to lap up some more REM's before morning.

Daniel turned his attention to the horizon, or where he supposed the horizon would be if he could see it. Though it had been nearly seven hours since they had arrived on the planet, the sun or possibly suns had not made an appearance yet. No moon or stars had shown up either, during the storm he had guessed that the cloud cover was blocking them, but the sky remained as dark as pitch and it gave Daniel a down-right creepy feeling. He knew something was off here. 

Making a quick perimeter sweep Daniel didn't see any signs of life, at least none that were particularly threatening. That is until he stumbled upon the mold Jack had mentioned.

Bending down he could see that it did have a likeness to General Hammond.  The moldy General had his finger in the air and if Daniel had been in the military he might have been afraid he was going to get court-marshaled.

Walking at least five yards away from the abnormal plant, Daniel found a semi-dry spot of grass and sat down.  He passed the time by reciting an Egyptian poem to himself that he had learned while studying in Giza. Every now and again he performed a simple perimeter scan but saw nothing more than a few bugs.

An hour and a half had passed before Daniel had the feeling there were more than insects on this planet.  Some sort of noise was coming from the distance. It sounded a bit like hurried, excited whispers.

Daniel stood quickly, his weight on his back foot, and waited for a half minute before alerting the others. He wanted to make sure of what he was hearing. He knew it wasn't uncommon for people who were blind to have their other senses become more acute and he wasn't sure the whispers weren't just the wind or some other stupid totally unthreatening thing like that.

But no, the sound was there, Daniel rushed closer to the tents and shouted for the others to wake up.  In no time flat they were all up and at'em as if they had been just waiting for a danger call.

"What's up, Danny?" Jack looked as if he was ready to run a ten kilometer race, he showed no sign that he had been asleep not thirty seconds before.

"Listen closely."

Daniel and the others stood in a close circle, no one made a sound until Sam spoke, "It sounds like hushed voices."

"That's what I thought."

"Where's it coming from?" Jack asked anyone who could answer.

"Eleven o'clock sir-" Carter hesitated, cocking her head to listen she said again, "and five."

Hearing this, Jack swung around to protect his team's six. Following his lead the team moved into a tight circle with their backs to each other.  The voices were getting louder, closing in, and they weren't just coming from two directions anymore, it was everywhere, surrounding the makeshift camp and its occupants making them feel as if they were about to drown in a sea of the unknown voices.

"I believe we are being surrounded O'Neill."

"Thanks Teal'c." Jack said bitterly, he knew the Jaffa only was trying to give him as much information as he could, but he was annoyed with himself for putting his team in such a vulnerable position.

The four team members stood waiting in the dark, the poor luminescence emanating from the flashlights did little to illuminate the bleak landscape.  They were not able to find any source for the sounds. Nothing happened, they waited, and still nothing happened.

Daniel decided to make the first move. He shouted out to the beyond willing the unknown to hear him, "Hello. I'm Daniel Jackson.  We are peaceful explorers from a planet called Earth and mean you no harm."

Finally voice spoke aloud, "If you mean us no harm then stop your suns."

Daniel stared around him, the voice or should he say voices, we not like anything he'd heard before. Every few words the tone would change abruptly and the voice would come from a different direction. To him it sounded like there were many beings that kept finishing the others sentences. His brain whirred, perhaps these aliens were telepathic or ventriloquists. He didn't have any idea how many there were, there could be one or a hundred.

Spinning around, pointing his gun out into the beyond, Jack couldn't see any movement or anything else that would suggest there was something out there.  "What'd they mean, 'stop our suns'?"

"Perhaps they were indicating our lights O'Neill."

Sam shouted into the blackness, "You want us to turn off our flashlights?"

The voices rose, "Yes, your suns, they hurt us."

"Too bad, they're staying on, we can't see without light."

"Jack," Daniel warned, "you should do it, we are on their territory."

"Daniel, we don't know if we can trust these things."

"They could be the only ones who could help us, if they don't we may not be able to get home."

"Maybe, but I'd rather find our own way out, than be sent home in a box."

"The Colonel's right, we don't know what these people might do if we turn off the flashlights. We could just be inviting them to shoot us down where we stand while we're waiting around here in the dark."

"I agree with Major Carter, we should not give them any advantage they do not already possess."

"Enough! If you will not extinguish your suns then we shall do it for you!" The voices shouted, as before they spoke with choppy sentences, this time however, the tone stayed the same. It was evident to SG-1 that the voices were angry, and before they could issue a response their flashlights suddenly cut out without as much as a warning flicker.

Jack lifted his light and shook it by his ear, "Damn," he said, his voice betraying no emotion.

Moments after the curse left Jack's lips he was knocked to the ground by something bowling full force into his midriff.  Around him he could hear the scuffles of his team as they tried to fight off the invisible attack. From somewhere to his left he heard Daniel's familiar yelp of pain. He quickly climbed to his feet only to have Carter bump into him from behind knocking him off balance, though this time he was able to remain standing.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered quietly as she gave her attacker a good blow to what she hoped was his jaw. Then the fight was over.

As quickly and without warning as they had turned off, the flashlights shot back to life. Three of them lay on the damp grass, deserted by their owners during the skirmish.  The fourth, along with Daniel Jackson, was no where in sight.