Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters or events portrayed on Stargate SG1 but I borrow them for stories.

-No More Mr Nice Guy-

Prologue - The Decision

De Ja Vu all over again.

They'd been making their way out of a Gou'ld fortress and doing a pretty good job of it. Making short work of the Jaffa they came upon. Daniel had run out of ammo so Jack had thought to keep him safer he'd put him behind himself. In all the confusion, staff blasts and P90 fire he'd just assumed Daniel would have been ok behind him. No one had seen the single Jaffa come around a corner, staff raised, right behind them.

No one but Daniel.

Unarmed and defenseless, Daniel had done the only thing he could do. He'd shielded Jack with his body. Jack had heard the staff blast from behind and a horrible, hurt puppy noise and had whipped around, shooting automatically. He'd hit the Jaffa dead on and there'd been a terrible silence. Jack had looked down and Daniel was crumpled on the floor, a smoking crater in the middle of his chest. Jack had heard a small cry escape from Sam and she'd rushed over. She'd started trying to stop the bleeding but Jack could see Daniel had died instantly.

Saving him.

Again.

Teal'c had come to Jack's side, face ashen but serious. "SamanthaCarter." Teal'c had said simply as she had worked furiously on their already-dead friend. She hadn't looked up at them, knowing that she would have to acknowledge the truth if she didn't. "DanielJackson is - "

"No." Sam's voice was hollow. Her furious pace was slowing and Jack could see tears streaming down her face, even though she was silent. She seemed to wind down like a doll. "No." Her voice was now tiny, as if everything in her was fading. Her hands were coated in Daniel's blood and she held them up, looking at them in detached interest. "No." Barely a whisper.

"I saw a Sarcophagus back there. We can make it." Jack said. Sam looked at him quickly; hope born in her eyes but Teal'c was looking at him with a worried expression. "Did not Doctor Frasier once say that any further exposure to a Sarcophagus would be dangerous for DanielJackson?" Jack turned to look at Teal'c with an incredulous expression. "More dangerous than him being dead?"

"Not physically. Here." Teal'c said, tapping his temple. Jack grunted in anger. He lifted Daniel up and over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He tried not to think the words dead weight.

"Take point Teal'c." He said. "That's an order."