A/N: Wow. Two chapters within the space of 24 hours. It's a new record for me! I guess I'm trying to get as much in as possible before the airing of Stargate tonight (7/28). Pegasus Project! An episode I have been looking forward to since I first heard about it. People, don't forget to watch it LIVE as it helps with the rating!

I'm going to continue to call Daniel 'Nathan' when writing from his point of view as that's who he think he is at the moment. Hope it won't confuse anyone!

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Nathan ran along the long hallway. He didn't know where he was going or how he was getting out of the building. He ran because he knew people would be looking for him almost immediately, it was luck that he hadn't come across any of them yet. He paused in a stairwell, catching his breath and trying to come up with a plan. "Right, right. A plan. Plan "A". Easy." Somehow, all this felt just a bit too familiar.

He didn't have time to contemplate those feelings as the unmistakable sound of footfalls close in. Not the heavy booted ones he was expecting, rather it sounded like the clicks of high heels.

He peered around the corner and saw Emily half ran, half walk down the corridor checking through each door. He pressed himself against the wall as he waited for her to make her way down, then reach out and grabbed her when she went past.

Her surprised yelp was effectively suppressed by his hand covering her mouth. "Okay, I don't know what is in this thing I took from you, but I suggest you remain quiet if you don't want it in you."

The woman nodded slowly, feeling the pressure of the needle pressing into her hip.

"All right, like I said back in the room, I have a lot of questions. Unfortunately, I'm a little pressed for time, so just tell me how to get out of here." He carefully withdrew his hand from her mouth, but quite ready to replace it at the first sign of resistance.

"Two floors down. The main entrance's there."

"I'm looking more for a back door, actually."

"Down this hall is a service elevator that goes down to the loading dock. The side door leads to an alley," She nodded in the direction of the lift.

"No stairs?" he asked. The thought of being stuck in a little box that could only go up or down was not pleasant in light of his situation.

"Not from this floor."

"Right then," he said, wondering if he could take her word for it. On the other hand, he doubt he could drag her with him against her will while trying to evade capture. Especially when the only weapon he has on him was a hypodermic needle that would be absolutely no use if she got as far as an arm's length away. Plus, she was in heels, which would make things awkward at best.

"I don't suppose you would want to come quietly?"

"No, not really," she said, her voice matter of fact.

"Things don't really faze you, do they?"

"You could say that."

Nathan sighed. So much for small talk. "Is whatever in this thing lethal?"

She shook her head, "we have no intention of harming you, you know. If you would just come back with me, we can have that talk."

Instead of answering, he injected her with the contents of the needle. A moment later, she dropped soundlessly to the ground. He checked her pulse, just to make sure, and found it strong and steady.

"At least she told the truth about that," he said to himself wryly.

With one last look around to make sure the coast was clear, he walked down the direction indicated. At the end of the hall, as promised, was a service elevator. So far, the corridor remained empty, making him wonder if it truly was luck or incompetence on their part. Perhaps it was all a trap, leading him to a room full of angry guards.

Feeling conspicuous, and somewhat ridiculous, he had no choice but to wait for the elevator to come up. This is the best escape plan ever, Nathan thought to himself.

After what seem an eternity and with tension mounting every second, he was never so grateful to hear the soft ding that signal the arrival of the lift.

More waiting was had in the elevator. Nathan groaned. Coming up with a plan never was my department. He didn't have time to examine where that thought came from as the doors slid open to reveal a semi-dark, but blessedly empty, room. A door stood not five feet from him.

Nathan whistled to himself. Wow, this escaping stuff is really not that hard.

No sooner had that thought cross his mind then three men emerged from the inky darkness of a stairway opposite him. Nathan rolled his eyes. Stairs.

Amery limped forward ahead of his men. "Stand down, Nathan. Come quietly and I assure you that you will not be hurt."

"Ri-ght.," he said skeptically, slowly inching his way to the door.

Amery nodded to his men, who immediately took action.

Uh oh. Nathan thought. He turned and ran, but unfortunately his luck seem to have ran out as he rebounded from slamming into the unmoving door. Locked.

He put his hands up and slowly turned to face his pursuers. "All right, now what?"

"Now you come with me. You really would have saved us a lot of trouble if you had listened in the first place." Amery nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward with the intention of restraining Nathan. The man was surprised when a sudden move from Nathan brought an unexpected numbness to his limbs. It spread rapidly through his body that lead to his lost of consciousness. He dropped without a sound.

"Whatever you guys use here, it really works." Nathan said and tossed the now empty syringe aside.

The other guard was quick to move, lunging for him before his partner hit the ground. However, acting on reflex, Nathan stepped aside and helped the man's momentum along by grabbing his clothes and heaved with all his strength in the direction he was going, which sent the thug into the wall behind him.

"You know, if half of what was in that needle could bring down a guy that size, I really don't think you needed all of it just for me," Nathan said, then he rush Amery, who was unprepared to meet the assault head on. The both of them went down in a tangle of limbs and curses. The wind was knocked out of Amery and Nathan wasted no time in rendering the man senseless.

Panting with exertion and adrenaline, he allowed himself a moment to survey the room with self-satisfaction. Moment over, he crouched down and searched Amery's unmoving form. It wasn't long before he found a set of keys. "Bingo," he whispered.

It only took him three tries before finding the one that'd fit the lock on the door. He was somewhat surprised in finding that it did, indeed, lead into an alley. He hesitated a moment, wondering if this might be a good time to go back to grab the tablet and search for those notes, but decided against it. The building was large and he couldn't even begin to guess which floor it'd be on, if it was here at all.

Stepping outside, he randomly picked a direction and began to run, resuming his plan of escape. He tried not to think about what he would do once he was safe. Or the fact that he could not recall his past. He will deal with those issues later, after putting some distance between himself and those men.

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Two months. It has been two months, today.

Jack O'Neill tried not to think about it. He could not admit to himself, let alone to his team, that Daniel was lost to them. Logically, he should have accepted it a long time ago, but it simply would have amounted to giving up on his friend. Nothing he turned up indicate that Daniel might still be alive, that it was anything but a freak accident. Still, he kept searching, even when people started ignoring his calls or bothered to call him back at all.

Carter and Teal'c was still behind him, though he could tell their hearts were not in it. He could not decide if it was out of loyalty to him or Daniel that they continue with the search. Most likely both. But each time they returned home from off-world and resumed their investigation, the old hurt begin to well up, they withdrew into themselves to keep up a facade of professionalism. It was painful to watch them being reminded anew of their missing friend, especially after so long. It was cruel to make them keep trying when they come up empty handed each time. Coming home after a mission was something they were beginning to dread.

That was why he called his teammates to his house to discuss the situation; to finally grief over their lost. To say a final goodbye. It hurts him to even think it. A hollowness akin to when he first heard the news grew in him, until it overtook his thoughts and emotions and left nothing but numbness. He was grateful to that numbness.

The three of them sat in silence, each with his or her own thoughts. Carter's eyes were red with unshed tears while Teal'c, whose confidence was paramount, refused to look up from his hands resting on his lap.

The phone rang, startling everyone. O'Neill automatically went to pick it up. He had to clear his throat before he was able to form any words. "O'Neill."

The line remained silent, though he knew it was open by the background nosies coming through.

"Hello?" asked O'Neill, who was too weary to sound impatient.

He was about to hang up when he heard a slight cough and a familiar voice that froze him to the spot, "sorry, um, wrong number."

The click at the other end signified the line was dead. It only took moments for O'Neill to move into action. "Carter, trace that call. I don't care how, just do it. I'm calling the base. Teal'c, get the truck started, we're leaving."

"Sir?" asked a bewildered Carter.

Teal'c stood up but remained in his place, watching his friend with a raised brow.

"Lets move, people!" he said in exasperation as he dialed on his cellphone.

"O'Neill, what has happened?"

O'Neill grinned. A genuine, excited grin. "Daniel's alive."