by Daisy Wheeyull-Printa
Through the circle of flames, he could see someone lying on
a large flat rock and apparently unconscious. The flames didn't seem to have
reached the person - a woman to judge by her shape - but it could only be a
matter of time.
Daniel, still running full tilt, hurtled through the flames.
Sam and Teal'c, skidding to a halt too late to stop him, watched in horror. But
Daniel had already made it through and into the clear ground on the other side.
On the rock lay a large lady covered by a thick black cloak
and, bizarrely, a metal helmet sporting a couple of wings. Daniel laid his hand
a little gingerly on her chest and felt no movement. Her wrist had a faint
Quickly, he climbed on the rock beside her as Trillian
arrived with Jack and a reluctant scarecrow tagging along behind. She began
spraying foam over the flames which, strangely, seemed to be dying down of
their own accord.
Daniel was already applying mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
hoping he wasn't too late. His lips had barely made contact when the lady's
eyelids fluttered. He sat back as she opened her eyes wide and gazed at him in
what could best be described as rapt adoration.
As she sat up, the cloak fell aside revealing a finely
crafted metal breastplate.
"Siegfried!" she exclaimed, grasping Daniel's arm
in a vice-like grip. "My hero!"
"Er, no. My name is Daniel," he replied.
"Oh." The lady seemed a little confused.
"And yet, you braved the flames, so you are indeed my hero and my
"Husband?" Daniel squawked. He and Jack exchanged