Here it is my second chapter of Saving Me. Personally I didn't want to write this chapter but I knew I had to so the story would make sense. Its the beginning the background behind the life of this group of 'SG-1.' I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Arrival

It was another day in the life of Archeologist Daniel Jackson and like every other day he stood in front of an emptying auditorium. His idea's viewed as far to unrealistic.

"Daniel, you've really got to stop doing this to yourself," Sarah spoke slowly making her way down the steps to Daniel. "Please, just let it rest. If you do that there will be a future for you."

"Sarah," Daniel mumbled as he put a pencil in his mouth. Running his hand through his semi-long hair he began to pick up all of his papers and books. Spitting out his pencil he began to speak, "Its what I believe and if they would just listen! I'm so close Sarah…"

"I'm sorry but you're being foolish. You're just seeing what you want to see now."

"Goodbye Sarah," he spoke and made his way out of the auditorium turning the lights off on her.

"Maybe Sarah was right," Daniel huffed as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. Reaching the third floor he walked to his room only to find his doorknob broken off and the door itself ajar. "Shit." Stepping into his room he felt like crying, it was a complete mess.

His artifacts were gone. Some of his books were taken but most were piled in the middle of the floor. Stepping over the ruins he walked into the kitchen to find all his pots and pans strewn everywhere and his wooden box that he put his rent money in was open and empty.

"Shit…" he whispered as he collapsed against the wall and down to the floor. "This can't get any worse." Turning his head to the side he saw one of his foot high female figurines broken in half.

Picking up the top half he cringed at it as he ran his hand over her painted on thick dark hair. She had bright eyes and ripe pink lips all complemented by the tight green dress she wore. Long legs, delicate hands; Daniel would hate to admit this but this one had been his favorite for to him it symbolized the perfect women, the unattainable.

"Hey old friend, they did a number on you. On both of us." Hitting his head against one of the shelves he closed his eyes tight. "Wow, Dr. Jackson you've reached a new low. The only women you've gotten close to since Sarah happens to be a figurine and very broken."

"Dr. Jackson!" the maid called from the door, "what happened in here? Oh no, all your artifacts." She came running into the kitchen. Daniel looked up to meet the eyes of the heavyset women. "I'm so sorry sir, this has never happened here. I'll tell the boss and come right back up here to help you clean up. Maybe he'll give you a couple months rent off?"

"Thanks, Marie. You're always sweet."

"I would do anything for you, your parents were dear friends of mine and they always stayed here when visiting Cairo. Now, get up and let me take care of you." Getting up Daniel cringed as she hugged him tightly. "Now, you get a start on in here and I'll be right back."

"Thank you again." Patting his cheek lightly she walked out.

Around the same time as this another man had just landed in Cairo. Jack O'Neill had decided the only way to truly retire was to get the farthest away from his former job as he could, well that and trying to get away from all his memories brought up by his ex-wife Sara.

"Taxi!" he yelled at one just about to leave the airports parking lot, "got anywhere to go?"

"No, where you looking on going?" The man grinned and ran his hand over his Errol Flynn mustache.

"Somewhere with lots of beer." The man grinned and motioned for Jack to get it.

"I'm here to see Mr. Williams for my job interview," Samantha Carter stated as she leaned against the secretary's desk.

"He will see you in a minute. So which one are you?"

"I'm Sam Carter, he contacted me for a job interview. So I dropped everything and came here."

"All the way to Cairo? You must really want this job. Well don't worry missy his science girls don't usually work here for long. He'll probably be sending you back to America in a week to work at one of his other branches."

"Oh alright."

"Now, just sit down and wait. I'll call you when he's ready."

Daniel had just finished off in the kitchen when Marie came in holding out a phone to him. Smiling and adding a wink she said, "Its Sarah."

"Hello."

"Marie told me what happened to your apartment! Do you want me to come over and help you? Are you okay? Do you want to stay at my place until its back in order?" Looking at the phone Daniel just shook his head and clicked it off.

"You didn't even talk to her, Daniel. That's no way to treat" she began but caught herself off when she saw his eyes bore into her. "You might want to give her a second chance you know, she really does care about you."

"Only if I'm stating our peers opinions not my own." Grabbing his figurine in two pieces he walked into the living room stepping over his stuff. Gently he wrapped it up in one of his blankets on the couch and put it at the bottom of a box and sealed it off.

"How about you go out, get yourself some dinner. Pick up the latest archeologist magazine and sit back and relax while I finish off your room, okay?"

"No, that's alright," catching her stare he just nodded and walked out.

Daniel sat there at an outdoors café just on the edge of Cairo just staring intently at the Pyramids of Giza in the distance. It was cloudy that day but it didn't change how hot it was. A loud clap of what sounded like thunder caused Daniel to jump dropping his coffee onto the ground with a loud crash it shattered into pieces. The clouds above the pyramids seemed to glow as if they were directly being hit by light.

"What the?" Daniel mouthed as he and many others got up and stared in confusion as the clouds bright with light parted to reveal large ships. They were gold and black in coloring and their shape resembling a pyramid. They began to rest on top of the pyramids fitting perfectly.

"Mr. Jackson, any idea what the hell is going on?" the café owner asked as he walked to his side.

"Not really," he whispered his eyes completely transfixed on the ships. Ramps slowly folded out of the ships resting on the sad. A mixture of a sense of victory against his peers and curiosity filled him. Men in what looked like metal began marching out of the ships down the ramps towards the city.

To be continued…
There it is! I'll try and update soon but I'll probably update Requiem first.

Hugs to all!

-Shinki