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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 5

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...What's My Name again?...

Daniel narrowed his eyes at the gray haired stranger. That gesture had seemed familiar, but he did not know how. He shook the tip of the tongue sensation off as he followed them toward the campsite. Eyes, ears and senses used to the maximum as he watched the others for any sign of threat.

“Colonel, do you know what’s going on with Daniel?” Carter asked in an aside to her Commanding Officer as they began their trek back through the woods to base camp.

“Not a clue, Carter, unless he really is this Daniel Geiger he declares himself to be,” Jack said as he tried to figure out what was going on with his friend.

“Perhaps if we let him hear recordings of his own voice and let him see videos of himself he will understand that we are not trying to trick him,” Teal’c suggested as he walked alongside his friends.

“That’s a good idea, T, do you see a TV and VCR out here in the middle of nowhere?” Jack said sarcastically as he waved his hands to indicate the forest. Even though he hid it well, Sam and Teal’c knew that he was as worried about Daniel as they were.

“Jack that’s a good idea about the recorder, but Daniel carries it with him. We’ll have to get him to turn it on.” Sam told the others, “That’s if it isn’t broken from the fall.”

A short time later, and they were back at the campsite near the ziggurat.

Daniel looked around and realized nothing was familiar to him. “This is a waste of time,” he said impatiently. He removed the rope and threw it into the tent he had woken up in. He then threw his gun, the automatic weapons, the staff thing, the strange devices and the assortment of knives into the tent. He also removed the drab green military jacket he wore, bunched it up and threw it into the tent in frustration, it revealed that he wore a black t-shirt underneath. He retained the better of the pistols and the large knife he had confiscated from the gray haired man.

Checking his inner left wrist, he noticed the Watcher's tattoo still colored his skin like a brand. He rubbed at the greenish blue tinted skin as though that would remove the discoloration. Finally, he turned back to the three strangers to find them watching him in curiosity.

“Listen,” Sam said, “you have a digital recorder that you carry with you all the time. Play back the recordings if you don't believe us.”

It sounded sensible enough to him so he dug through his pockets. He found the strange, small device that read "Olympus, digital voice recorder, 8 gigs." Daniel thought that this was what she was talking about, because it had similar symbols to a tape recorder without the words. He flicked the on off switch and pressed rewind. The hand held thing-a-ma-jig beeped twice and he looked at it in confusion.

Sam's eyes widened as she looked at Daniel as he stared at the thing like he had never seen it before. "Um," she said and noticed the intense focus that he gave her, "you can press play."

Jack looked at her in question.

She shrugged in their usual form of silent communication that meant, 'I don't know what the hell is going on.'

Daniel pressed play and heard his own voice in a comfortable American accent as he said…

“May 15, 2003… P3X-576… We exited the ’gate at 0750 hrs earth time.”

‘Trees,’ Jack’s voice was heard in the background, ‘why do they always have to have trees?’

Daniel chuckled lightly on the recording, “Like that’s some sort of precursor to a mission SNAFU.”

Everyone noticed a hint of humor in the American sounding voice, but it was obviously Daniel’s voice.

“The MALP picked up a pyramid like structure about an hour’s walk from the ’gate, so we’re headed there now…"

Jack was heard suggesting that they take a look at the rock.

"It’s a ziggurat,” another hint of humor in the voice.

“0875 hrs, it was a long walk, got our daily exercise,” more humor. More seriously, “Looks to be early Olmec design, you can tell by the giant face at the entrance to the temple, the mouth is the door… no writings inside which is indicative of Goa’uld occupied worlds, otherwise there would be picture writing similar to hieroglyphs and basic math… I’m thinking they decimated the stores of Naquadah, Trinium and whatever other natural resources this planet may have had then abandoned it. The MALP’s original scans verified that there are no signs of life on this planet, so they may have had an uprising and the Goa’uld wiped them out, or Thor’s people pulled them off world and moved them elsewhere to protect them. The Nox could have had a hand in their rescue that sounds like their MO as well…”

The man holding the recorder stared at it in rapt attention. It was his voice in an American accent. He shook his head as he listened.

“Or the Ancients perhaps…”

“What is this trickery?” he asked aloud as he stopped the recording and looked at the three people standing about two meters away from him.

“Its no trickery, Daniel,” Jack said, exasperated, “That’s your voice from last night.”

“Today's date,” Daniel ground out through clenched teeth, “is 26 of March of the year 1984.”

“Look at your watch, Daniel,” Sam said as she showed him her own.

He peered at his watch, the digital read, ‘05-16-03’ and the time read, ‘1350’ in military time. He looked back at the strangers he raised the watch to show them and said, “This can be faked.”

“Just turn the tape back on, Daniel,” Jack said in exasperation.

He did as requested and they listened…

“My first guess would have been Zipacna, but since he’s so low in the pantheon of the Goa’uld System Lords, and dead, I don’t think that he gets the gold star. This snakehead could be named after any number of South American deities, perhaps another room, such as the throne room, would have that info… wait a minute… found something.”

Everyone heard the distinctive sound of stone sliding on stone, then Daniel’s voice once more sounding giddy...

“This is too easy… I’ve located the throne room… typical gold, what’s the deal about the Goa’uld and gold?” they noticed his voice was once again humor-filled, “Goa’uld gold…” he joked and a chuckle was heard. “More of those giant faces in the inner sanctum, okay there is a wall with writing, as I suspected, going to film it for the records. The anthros back at the SGC will enjoy figuring out this writing… Of what I can make out, it is early South American… kind of a blending of all: Olmec, Aztec, Mayan, Zapotec with Goa'uld interspersed… standard, stone calendar… What do I understand of the writing? Sketchy at best… some images of sacrifice… mention of a door of heaven, the Stargate obviously… okay, their Goa’uld was Quetzalcoatl, the name means ‘feathered serpent,’ how apropos… Sometimes he’s depicted as a god, sometimes a king and sometimes a priest, he is also confused with Ce Acatl Topiltzin Quetzalcoatl, ruler of the Toltecs of Tula. I know what that means; it’s likely the Goa'uld infected Quetzalcoatl the ruler of that era. He was patron of ruler-ship... well isn’t that special. I’m going to explore more, see what I can find…”

Daniel turned the tape off once more. “What the hell is a gould? And I don’t know how to read any pictographs from South America.”

“The Goa’uld are parasites who enslave worlds,” Teal’c explained, “They are evil and only interested in conquering as much of the galaxy as they are able.”

“You may not be able to read pictographs from South America, but you’ve been able to figure out a few words just by similarities from other, similar words. Like in Egyptian,” Samantha told him.

“You’re smarter than you look,” Jack threw in his sarcastic comment.

Daniel was not impressed with this Jack O’Neill, he reminded Daniel too much of Methos, “You remind me of someone.”

“I remind you of myself, Daniel,” Jack said exasperated.

“No, that’s not it, you remind me of Adam Pierson,” he said with an evil smirk.

“Hey, we’re concerned about you, Danny boy, not me!” Jack groused in a half-hearted protest. 'Who the hell is Adam Pierson?' he asked himself.

“Please continue the tape, Daniel,” Sam said with an annoyed look towards her CO.

Daniel pressed the play button and the tape continued.
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