Tag #6 – A Wife Taken
"So," Jack said contemplatively, "the Stargate can go other places."
"The aliens could have come from anywhere," Sam affirmed.
Daniel smiled to himself as he gazed at the walls. He'd spent hours thinking about trying to dial some of the other addresses, but he would never leave Sha're for exploration. Nor would he drag her into unknown danger. No, the safest place for them both was Abydos.
"That's a hell of a lot of places to search," Jack pointed out. "Can't we narrow it down at least a little?"
"We might be able to determine incoming addresses in the future, but not with our current Gate dialing programs," Sam replied, shaking her head.
Daniel tuned out the conversation as something started nagging at him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but everything seemed…wrong, somehow. Mind racing, he went over possible causes. The address chamber? No, it seemed completely structurally sound. The sandstorm was definitely gone, so the weather wasn't an issue. Sha're was at the Stargate…
It hit him like a ton of bricks. "Oh my God!" He took off running for the exit, heedless of the surprised shouts coming from behind him.
"Daniel, what the hell?" Jack demanded as he grabbed at the archaeologist's sleeve.
"Jack, the Stargate," Daniel hissed, pulling away. "They could come through to Abydos!"
"Holy shit! Move out, get your asses back to the pyramid!"
Even as they ran across shifting hot sand, Daniel could almost hear the screams of the Abydonians as they were attacked. He could hear their helpless cries, could smell the destruction…
…no.
He could hear them.
He ripped off his sunglasses as he hurtled into the pyramid, heart nearly stopping as the sounds of despair grew louder. He slowed down fractionally as he entered the Gate chamber, looking around in fear. "Sha're! SHA'RE!"
It was too late, and Daniel knew it.