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This story is No. 5 in the series "Watcher Woes". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A confused Daniel falls into an awakening of his past. Please, feel welcome to review. Chapters revised.

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Stargate > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: HighlanderVivianCaidinFR131314,29303127,6769 Aug 068 Feb 09Yes

Chapter 3


…Hangin' in There…

‘Where the hell am I?’ Daniel thought to himself as he snapped awake instantly. ‘What the hell is going on?’ bright hazel green eyes opened as he looked around at unfamiliar terrain. He remained calm as he felt around on his person for a weapon and came upon a pistol, a strange hand held device of unknown origin and a folding knife in a slanted pocket of his jacket. He abandoned the strange device to the ground and took the pistol in one hand and the knife in the other. He flipped up to his feet into a combat-ready stance, feet wide, nostrils flared as he looked around for any threats.

A tall, thin man dressed in military garb blocked the exit.

Daniel made a slight, frustrated growl at the back of his throat as he heard others moving around outside. He quietly made his way toward the guard and made the effort to remain as silent as the predator that he could be. He did not know what was going on, why he was surrounded by a bunch of strangers in military clothing, but he would get to the bottom of this.

Jack did not know what hit him when he felt the butt of a pistol crash against the back of his head. He fell into unconsciousness almost instantly.

Satisfied that his guard was not getting up anytime soon, Daniel ran into the woods to hide and plan his retribution.

Daniel looked up into the sky to gauge the time of day when he noticed a strange sight. His mouth fell open in amazed wonder, and his hazel eyes widened in surprise. He was not on terra firma, that was blatantly obvious by the awe-inspiring sight of a large planet about forty-five degrees from the horizon line.

“What the hell?!” he exclaimed.


...Wake up...

“Colonel?” Jack heard and was slapped in the face. He grabbed the person’s forearm and opened brown eyes to see Sam kneeling over him, concern written on her features.

“I’m awake, Carter,” he told her. He brought his other hand to the back of his head, “What the hell hit me?”

“Near as I can tell, Daniel did it,” she said wryly, “We have to find him, Sir.”

"No, really?" Jack said sarcastically as he was helped to stand.

Sam began to move away from him.

Jack wavered on his feet slightly and Sam moved back to give him support. She helped him to sit on the large fallen tree near their campsite.

He noticed Teal’c searching the clearing for any signs of where Daniel might have gone. “I have found tracks, Major Carter, do we follow?” the Jaffa asked as he walked to their position. “I did not know you had awoken, O’Neill,” He gave a slight bow and a half smile to indicate that he was pleased and relieved to see his friend awake.

“That’s alright, T, I’m not sure I’ve woken up either,” Jack said sarcastically. He shook his head to get rid of the fog in his brain. ‘I can’t believe Daniel hit me,’ he thought to himself. “Let’s proceed with caution, Buddy,” Jack said as he rested a hand on the larger man’s shoulder.

Teal’c nodded as he moved to follow Daniel’s tracks.

The tracks lead them deeper into the forest and further away from camp. The further they got from camp, the quieter their surroundings became until not a single insect could be heard.

Jack made the hand symbol to stop. He pointed to Carter and silently told her to circle the perimeter.

She nodded and disappeared as she blended into the forest.

Jack motioned to Teal’c to step away from him about four feet and they resumed their search pattern.

Unbeknownst to the other members of SG1, Daniel watched them from the canopy above with amusement in his hazel green eyes. He had a clear view of all three of the strangers. ‘Why did they bring me here? Where is here?’ he thought to himself as he quietly slinked from tree to tree in a slow, easy manner and followed their progress.

“Daniel?” Jack called out; hoping the sound of his voice would draw the anthropologist out of his hiding place. “Come on, Space Monkey, we’re ready to go home,” suddenly, he noticed a flash of green straight ahead. He made a beeline for that hope.

The person above them looked towards what the stranger had glimpsed and smirked. ‘Hook, line and sinker every time,’ he thought to himself as he shook his head.

As Jack reached the small clearing, he noticed that the flash of green was Daniel’s BDU jacket. He stepped forward and grabbed the jacket. He never noticed the circle of rope when he stepped into its center. As soon as his hand closed over the jacket, the trap was sprung. The rope closed over his ankle and pulled him quickly, violently to hang upside down from a strong tree branch.

Teal’c tried to move forward to catch Jack on his upward swing, but he was not fast enough.

“Major Carter!” Teal’c called as he looked up at Jack from below trying to figure out how to get his friend down from that height.

“Daniel!” Jack called with an aggrieved tone, “this isn’t funny. Let me out of this!” Jack folded his body in half to get the combat knife out of his boot to cut his ropes.

“I don’t think so,” a cultured English accent was heard from one side of the clearing.

Teal’c and Jack looked to the sound of the familiar voice in surprise.

Daniel stood with one hand over Sam’s mouth and a knife at her throat. “Don’t even think about it, luv,” he growled into the woman’s ear as he felt her try a counter move. He pushed the reverse edge of the knife against her throat so he would not cut her and brought one of his knees to the back of one of hers in case she decided to struggle.

“Come on, Danny-boy, we don’t have time for this,” Jack yelled down from his position above as he straightened out, knife still in hand.

“Drop the blade,” Daniel commanded towards the man caught in his trap. “Hey, Bantu, lower that… staff, whatever… you so much as move and her life’s blood will spill to the carpet," he said as he looked at the large, tattooed man.

“Daniel Jackson, I do not wish to hurt you,” Teal’c said as he lowered his staff weapon but did not release it.

Laughter bubbled up from the man at Sam’s back as he shook his head, “I’m not this Daniel Jackson you speak of, though how you know my first name is a mystery.” The laughter stopped as he threw the woman toward the large black man who caught her, “I demand to know why you brought me here. Why do I look like I stepped into an episode of MASH? And where the hell am I? Because, gentlemen and lady, we are not on terra firma!” He angrily pointed to the visible gas planet above their heads, “Does that look like we’re on earth?!” he exclaimed when all three people looked at him as if he had gone nuts.

“Daniel,” Jack called from above, “did you hit your head when you fell through the hole in that pyramid?”

“Ziggurat,” Teal’c corrected automatically.

“Whatever,” Jack said, “Daniel, Carter found blood at the base of your skull. Did you hit your head?”

He eyed the gray haired man suspiciously as he felt at the back of his head. He rubbed at a slightly crusty substance then brought his hand down and noticed crusted, dried blood on it. “You, any of you, could have hit me,” he yelled as he pointed to the knife the other man had dropped.

“You’re right, but none of us did,” Sam said calmly as she held her hands up in supplication. “Will you let us discuss this calmly and rationally with you? We might be able to provide proof that you’re with us, and we can show you the evidence.”

“And can you get me down!” Colonel O’Neill yelled from where he hung upside down in the tree.
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