On the Run

Disclaimer: As much as I might wish, I do not own Stargate: SG1, Highlander: the Series, or any recognizable characters from either show. However, any characters that are not from either show are mine and I will use and abuse them as I see fit. Everyone else will be returned eventually, for I am only borrowing for a while, but they might end up a bit scuffed.

Chapter 5

The local, a short man with steely eyes and a super angry look on his face, strode forward, nocking another arrow on his bow. He stood above Daniel, who did his best to scoot himself backwards, using his arms and feet, while ignoring the horrific pain in his shoulders.

The man let his arrow fly, straight into Daniel's stomach, causing the Immortal's body to involuntarily arch up in pain as he gasped, feeling like he had been stabbed, which, technically, he had been.

He lost feeling in his legs. They hung there, useless, refusing to move. He couldn't use them to help him scramble backwards, putting more distance between him and his attacker. Daniel knew that his spine had been severed.

The attacker, walked slowly over to Daniel's prone form and pulled his sword from his back, hefting it between his hands, laughing tauntingly at his prey.

Shit, Danil said to himself. He didn't want to die on an alien planet, get beheaded and have his Quickening lost forever. It was the equivalent of being lost at sea for all eternity for an Immortal.

Shut up, put on your Big Boy pants, and pull the damn thing out, he then told himself. You are not allowed to let yourself die like this. You didn't survive all these years, more or less, to be beheaded on another world. Methos would be mocking you if he saw you like this.

Danil, ignoring the best he could the agonizing pain that he was in, grabbed the shaft with both hands and yanked the offending object out of his body. Almost immediately, he felt the familiar tingle of his Quickening working to repair the damage his body had endured.

Thankfully, the feeling to his legs returned, allowing him to push himself further away from his attacker as he shoved one, then the other arrow, through and out of each shoulder, causing the warrior to falter. The man had never seen someone so something like this before.

"Have you been blessed by Yan Wang?" the alien asked, astonished, to see the off-worlder rise from what should have been a permanently crippling injury.

Danil laughed bitterly as he pulled out one of his knives, an old K-bar knife. "I have been blessed by no one. I am a Horseman." There was a wicked gleam in his eyes that hadn't been there for centuries. Danil was determined that he would not go down without a fight, and if it meant he had to fight a sword fight with a knife, while covered in his own blood, so be it. He hadn't been known as Hades because he could build a roaring fire and gave great hugs. He was an ancient warrior, an Immortal.

Danil prepared himself for one hell of a fight, but suddenly the chevrons of the Gate began to light up and the inner circle started to spin. Seven coordinates lit up and a giant Kwaosh shot out of the Gate before settling back into a blue puddle.

Thank whatever god is out there, Daniel thought with no small amount of relief. But with that split second of loss of attention, his opponent stabbed him in the shoulder with his sword.

"Shit!" Daniel yelled, feeling the agony of the metal blade going through his shoulder in the exact spot where the arrow had entered earlier.

As Daniel faltered, his legs giving out from underneath him due to exhaustion, a loud pop happened from somewhere to the left of him, and his attacker crumpled to the ground with a fresh hole in his forehead.

Daniel whipped his head towards the sound, happily seeing that SG-2 and SG-3 had arrived.

The remaining attackers immediately took off, assessing the situation for themselves, seeing that the off-worlders were ready for a fight.

"Daniel!" Ferretti called out, hurrying over to his friend. "Can't you ever just go through one mission without getting hurt," he admonished the accident prone member of SG-1.

"I've made it through missions without getting hurt," Daniel replied, gritting his teeth. He did have a sword sticking out of his shoulder and it hurt. "Can you pull it out and I'll slap a band aide on it? Abbott was in bad shape when I left him and Lopez."

Ferretti rolled his eyes and broke out his personal first aid kit. "Somehow I don't think that is how you treat a stab wound. Doc Fraiser will have my head if I do that! You might make your injury worse."

"I doubt it. You can blame it all on me in front of her. She likes to yell at me," Daniel promised. "Now give me something to use as a band aide and pull this fucking sword out of me."

Ferretti shook his head, but slapped a wad of gauze in Daniel's hand. "This is going to hurt," he cautioned the Immortal.

"Can't hurt more than when it went in," Daniel observed and his is best to not whimper when Lou pulled the sword free from his body.

Daniel, using his other hand, shoved the wad of gauze into the tear at his shoulder, making sure that nobody would see the blue lightening that was already rapidly healing his shoulder.

"You need to sit down," Ferretti advised the archeologist, worried that Daniel would collapse.

Daniel shook his head. "We need to get to Abbott. He needs help," he insisted, his stubborn-self refusing to quit and leave his teammates out there.

Ferretti wouldn't have it. Daniel looked like shit. Instead, he got on the radio and with Daniel pointing what direction he had left the others, sent himself and his team after the others, while leaving SG-3 to secure the Gate.

Daniel however wouldn't leave until Abbott and Lopez were brought back, despite Reynolds reassuring him that it would be okay if he gated back to Earth.

An hour later, more or less, Ferretti and his team returned with Abbott and Lopez, with several villagers trailing behind jabbering at the off-worlders.

"Daniel, you stubborn jerk," Ferretti called out, covering his teammates who had Abbott on a stretcher. Lopez, looking worn out, trailed behind the group. "Can you talk to the people for us? I want to bring Barrows and Meyers back to Earth."

"Yeah," Daniel said tiredly, trying his best to not move his shoulder and act hurt. He then went over to the locals and spoke quickly and quietly, doing his diplomatic best to get their teammates' bodies returned and maybe save the treaty they had worked so hard for before everything went sideways.

He got things squared away with the nice natives. They got the bodies back, along with reassurances that those that attacked the village were not normal for their world. Daniel let them know that they were not to blame for what happened and that the SGC still wanted to keep the treaty between their people.

In the end, both sides were fairly satisfied with the treaty and Daniel promised the elders that their people would return soon.

A/N: So what do you think? Crap or not? Feel free to hit the shiny review button and let me know. Just please, if you don't like it or feel it should be improved somehow, let your criticisms be constructive and not flames.