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Okay, this seemed like a good place to end; the next part will wrap it up. For the canon purists, Daniel had to get the idea about the Pyramids being alien from somewhere...
Previous parts are here.
Buried Dreams
Part Seven
The place was bigger than he'd expected. Way bigger. They walked through silent corridors, their voices hushed, finding nothing and no one. The stone walls gave way to gold panels after a while, making MacGyver feel as if he was in a fairy tale, some fantasy where dragons guarded hoards of treasure.
"No bodies."
"No nothing," Daniel said, sounding frustrated. "Just corridors…"
"Notice the shape, though?" MacGyver had been mapping it as he went. "It's a pyramid."
"I think we'd have noticed if there was a pyramid attached to the tomb. They tend to stand out."
"Not if they're buried," MacGyver said, annoyed at Daniel's dismissive tone. "Or haven't you noticed that the corridors have sloped down gradually? We're deep underground now."
"What?" Daniel frowned at him. 'That's impossible."
"When you get a bit older, you'll find out that that's a word you don't get to use often." MacGyver took a coin out of his pocket, bent down, and carefully balanced it on its edge before letting go. It rolled away from them, trundling down the corridor and gathering speed. "See?"
Daniel's look of apology was enough to restore his good humour.
"But it can't go down forever, and no one would bother building this if it was just corridors; it's not a maze or anything, after all."
"So we keep walking," Daniel said. "And hope we don't get lost."
"I've been marking the walls," MacGyver told him. "We won't get lost."
The corridor took an abrupt left turn again and this time there was a door.
"Now we're talking," MacGyver said triumphantly. He hesitated at the door panel, though. "You're sure about this? Because we can wait."
"I don't like waiting," Daniel said.
"It's not my favourite thing either," MacGyver admitted. "Well… okay. I guess we should check it out."
He tapped in the same combination as before, and the door slid open.
"Oh…" Daniel said on a long exhalation of wonder.
"Did you notice the way that all of this is a bit hi-tech for Ancient Egyptians," MacGyver said slowly, his gaze moving around the large room. "Because unless I'm wrong, this looks like a…"
"Space ship," Daniel finished. "Star Trek but… flashier."
"Yeah…" MacGyver breathed, stepping inside and going over to a console covered, just covered, with buttons to press. "Flashier…"
"MacGyver…"
"What? I know what I'm doing. When I was twelve I stripped down a Corvette and added a jet-propulsion system. I couldn't drive it -- too young -- but I tell you, if it hadn't blown up, that baby would have flown." He stabbed experimentally at something shiny. "Why don't they have labels?"
"Because the people using it knew what they were doing?"
"I told you, I --"
"No, you don't!" Daniel grabbed at MacGyver's wrist and tripped on the edge of the console, falling forward and landing on top of the buttons.
All of the buttons.
Things started to happen very, very fast. Things that sounded loud and made the room shake. Things that made the part of MacGyver's brain that kept him alive kick in and get to work.
"It's taking off!" he yelled, grabbing Daniel's arm and dragging him away. "We have to get out of here! Now!"
"We can't!" Daniel yelled back, shaking him off. "We can't just let it crash; it could kill thousands of people…"
"We're in the middle of a desert." Daniel didn't look convinced. "And this baby's going up. Feel it!" The power surging through the systems was palpable. MacGyver's teeth were set on edge by it and he felt as if his hair was standing on end. "Daniel, she's going, one way or another, she's history, and we're not going with her. Now, come on."
Daniel swallowed, gave one last yearning look around, and nodded.
They ran through the corridors they'd walked down so cautiously, their boots slamming down against a trembling floor. MacGyver could feel the earth above them being shouldered aside by the sheer force exerted by whatever was powering the ship -- if that was what it was. It was terrifying and exhilarating and he felt his lips peel back in a grin as they reached the place where gold walls gave way to stone.
Where a door that had stood open, unnoticed by either of them, was silently closing and blocking their escape.
"We're not going to make it!" Daniel said, slowing down which was so not the right thing to do .
"Yes, we are!" MacGyver grabbed Daniel and shoved him forward. "Run, kid, run."
Daniel slipped through and MacGyver took a deep breath and dived forward, trusting that if garage doors were built not to chop feet off, so were spaceship doors. The edge of the door caught his ankle and hesitated, just for a moment, but he had no leverage to pull himself forward, no momentum…
Then Daniel's hands were on him, dragging him clear, and the door closed behind them with a silent finality.
"God." MacGyver rested his head against the stone floor, breathing in frantic gulps that did nothing to slow his racing heart. "Thanks."
"Get up," Daniel said urgently. "MacGyver, we're not safe yet."
They weren't. Stones were starting to rain down on them as the ancient structure gave way under the stress of the take off.
"The bridge… God, we have to go."
"I just said that," Daniel pointed out, helping MacGyver up.
They exchanged a single look of mutual panic that somehow helped to calm MacGyver down. He cupped Daniel's face in his hand, feeling the soft scratch of stubble and the clean line of bone. One last touch in case they didn't make it, and no time for more…
The causeway was breaking apart when they reached it, already showing cracks, splitting apart. They got to the edge and started across after a moment when MacGyver's legs tried very hard to go into reverse. Hated heights. Hated them. How did he keep getting into situations where he was high?
The first place they had to jump was nearly the place where they both died; MacGyver made it, but Daniel slipped, falling into a fissure ten foot deep and looking as if it was going to collapse at any moment.
"Now, I'll take my shirt off," MacGyver called down to him, popping buttons as he tore it off and wrapped it into a makeshift rope. Lying on his stomach, arm outstretched, it was just long enough to reach Daniel's desperately clutching fingers as he tried to climb up a sheer wall.
"Think I've dislocated my shoulder," MacGyver gasped when Daniel was up beside him again. "Try not to do that again, okay?"
"Do my best."
A chunk of rock smashed down behind them, shattering the pathway and making them both yelp with shock.
They turned as one, and began to run, hurdling gaps, dodging falling debris. Daniel was ahead of MacGyver, which was just how he wanted it in case Daniel missed his footing -- if Daniel was behind him, he'd never turn in time to grab him -- but Daniel wasn't stumbling.
Daniel was flying and MacGyver was flying with him, a roaring in his ears, a yell fueled by terror and adrenaline pouring out of him, stone and air surrounding him.
They made it across and half way up the tunnel to the store room when the world ended with a bang, a slap of thunder dealt out by the hand of a god.
Final Part
Previous parts are here.
Buried Dreams
Part Seven
The place was bigger than he'd expected. Way bigger. They walked through silent corridors, their voices hushed, finding nothing and no one. The stone walls gave way to gold panels after a while, making MacGyver feel as if he was in a fairy tale, some fantasy where dragons guarded hoards of treasure.
"No bodies."
"No nothing," Daniel said, sounding frustrated. "Just corridors…"
"Notice the shape, though?" MacGyver had been mapping it as he went. "It's a pyramid."
"I think we'd have noticed if there was a pyramid attached to the tomb. They tend to stand out."
"Not if they're buried," MacGyver said, annoyed at Daniel's dismissive tone. "Or haven't you noticed that the corridors have sloped down gradually? We're deep underground now."
"What?" Daniel frowned at him. 'That's impossible."
"When you get a bit older, you'll find out that that's a word you don't get to use often." MacGyver took a coin out of his pocket, bent down, and carefully balanced it on its edge before letting go. It rolled away from them, trundling down the corridor and gathering speed. "See?"
Daniel's look of apology was enough to restore his good humour.
"But it can't go down forever, and no one would bother building this if it was just corridors; it's not a maze or anything, after all."
"So we keep walking," Daniel said. "And hope we don't get lost."
"I've been marking the walls," MacGyver told him. "We won't get lost."
The corridor took an abrupt left turn again and this time there was a door.
"Now we're talking," MacGyver said triumphantly. He hesitated at the door panel, though. "You're sure about this? Because we can wait."
"I don't like waiting," Daniel said.
"It's not my favourite thing either," MacGyver admitted. "Well… okay. I guess we should check it out."
He tapped in the same combination as before, and the door slid open.
"Oh…" Daniel said on a long exhalation of wonder.
"Did you notice the way that all of this is a bit hi-tech for Ancient Egyptians," MacGyver said slowly, his gaze moving around the large room. "Because unless I'm wrong, this looks like a…"
"Space ship," Daniel finished. "Star Trek but… flashier."
"Yeah…" MacGyver breathed, stepping inside and going over to a console covered, just covered, with buttons to press. "Flashier…"
"MacGyver…"
"What? I know what I'm doing. When I was twelve I stripped down a Corvette and added a jet-propulsion system. I couldn't drive it -- too young -- but I tell you, if it hadn't blown up, that baby would have flown." He stabbed experimentally at something shiny. "Why don't they have labels?"
"Because the people using it knew what they were doing?"
"I told you, I --"
"No, you don't!" Daniel grabbed at MacGyver's wrist and tripped on the edge of the console, falling forward and landing on top of the buttons.
All of the buttons.
Things started to happen very, very fast. Things that sounded loud and made the room shake. Things that made the part of MacGyver's brain that kept him alive kick in and get to work.
"It's taking off!" he yelled, grabbing Daniel's arm and dragging him away. "We have to get out of here! Now!"
"We can't!" Daniel yelled back, shaking him off. "We can't just let it crash; it could kill thousands of people…"
"We're in the middle of a desert." Daniel didn't look convinced. "And this baby's going up. Feel it!" The power surging through the systems was palpable. MacGyver's teeth were set on edge by it and he felt as if his hair was standing on end. "Daniel, she's going, one way or another, she's history, and we're not going with her. Now, come on."
Daniel swallowed, gave one last yearning look around, and nodded.
They ran through the corridors they'd walked down so cautiously, their boots slamming down against a trembling floor. MacGyver could feel the earth above them being shouldered aside by the sheer force exerted by whatever was powering the ship -- if that was what it was. It was terrifying and exhilarating and he felt his lips peel back in a grin as they reached the place where gold walls gave way to stone.
Where a door that had stood open, unnoticed by either of them, was silently closing and blocking their escape.
"We're not going to make it!" Daniel said, slowing down which was so not the right thing to do .
"Yes, we are!" MacGyver grabbed Daniel and shoved him forward. "Run, kid, run."
Daniel slipped through and MacGyver took a deep breath and dived forward, trusting that if garage doors were built not to chop feet off, so were spaceship doors. The edge of the door caught his ankle and hesitated, just for a moment, but he had no leverage to pull himself forward, no momentum…
Then Daniel's hands were on him, dragging him clear, and the door closed behind them with a silent finality.
"God." MacGyver rested his head against the stone floor, breathing in frantic gulps that did nothing to slow his racing heart. "Thanks."
"Get up," Daniel said urgently. "MacGyver, we're not safe yet."
They weren't. Stones were starting to rain down on them as the ancient structure gave way under the stress of the take off.
"The bridge… God, we have to go."
"I just said that," Daniel pointed out, helping MacGyver up.
They exchanged a single look of mutual panic that somehow helped to calm MacGyver down. He cupped Daniel's face in his hand, feeling the soft scratch of stubble and the clean line of bone. One last touch in case they didn't make it, and no time for more…
The causeway was breaking apart when they reached it, already showing cracks, splitting apart. They got to the edge and started across after a moment when MacGyver's legs tried very hard to go into reverse. Hated heights. Hated them. How did he keep getting into situations where he was high?
The first place they had to jump was nearly the place where they both died; MacGyver made it, but Daniel slipped, falling into a fissure ten foot deep and looking as if it was going to collapse at any moment.
"Now, I'll take my shirt off," MacGyver called down to him, popping buttons as he tore it off and wrapped it into a makeshift rope. Lying on his stomach, arm outstretched, it was just long enough to reach Daniel's desperately clutching fingers as he tried to climb up a sheer wall.
"Think I've dislocated my shoulder," MacGyver gasped when Daniel was up beside him again. "Try not to do that again, okay?"
"Do my best."
A chunk of rock smashed down behind them, shattering the pathway and making them both yelp with shock.
They turned as one, and began to run, hurdling gaps, dodging falling debris. Daniel was ahead of MacGyver, which was just how he wanted it in case Daniel missed his footing -- if Daniel was behind him, he'd never turn in time to grab him -- but Daniel wasn't stumbling.
Daniel was flying and MacGyver was flying with him, a roaring in his ears, a yell fueled by terror and adrenaline pouring out of him, stone and air surrounding him.
They made it across and half way up the tunnel to the store room when the world ended with a bang, a slap of thunder dealt out by the hand of a god.
Final Part