ONE MISSING ARCHAEOLOGIST:

1400 HOURS, P9X-861:

Jack groaned. "I am sooo bored." He said.

"Jack." Daniel warned.

"What?" Jack asked.

"I'm trying to translate an ancient tablet. I don't even know what culture it's from. I would appreciate fewer interruptions."

Jack groaned again and glared at the younger man, who was crouched in the dirt in front of a stone altar covered in swirling symbols. "You've been doing that for the past 24 hours. It can't take that long!" Jack growled.

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Do you want to try this, Jack?" he asked.

"No . . . I'm good." Jack said as he shifted into a more comfortable position on his rock.

After another ten minutes, Jack shifted again and pushed the button on his radio. "Teal'c, buddy, you there?" he asked.

"I am here, O'Neill." Teal'c replied.

"How ya doing?" Jack asked his friend.

"I am fine."

"Do you know how long you two are going to take?"

"I suggest you ask Major Carter." Teal'c said.

"Carter?" Jack asked.

"Yes, sir?" Sam replied.

"How much longer are you going to be?"

"I've just finished collecting my samples, sir. We're heading back now." She answered.

"Oh, good." Jack replied.

On the other end, Sam smiled at her CO's tone. Jack was bored. "I'll see you in fifteen minutes, sir." Sam told him.

Sitting on his rock, Jack looked out over the forested planet that was so like Earth. On the breeze, Jack caught the sickly sweet smell of the pink and black flowers that grew all around the stone altar. He heard a sound behind him and turned. "Daniel?" he said.

But Daniel was no longer crouched before the altar. "Daniel?" he called.

He heard the sound again, this time from the other side of the sunlit clearing. "Daniel, where are you?"

Almost unconsciously, Jack tightened his grip on his weapon. Then something hit him across the back of the head with enough force to make the world go black.