[This totally doesn’t count as starting my NaNo novel early… *shifty eyes*]

“You’re killing me off in the first chapter?” Daniel Jackson looked over the top of his glasses at the Writer with something considerably less than enthusiasm. “The first chapter?”

“Well, err, yes?” The Writer looked up from her keyboard as the fictive carefully put away the copy of ‘Saving the World: There and Back Again’ he’d been reading.

“Exactly why did this seem like a good idea?”

“Because I needed a Chosen One and, erm, you were handy?”

The fictive gave her one of his rather legendary ‘you can’t possible be as stupid as I think you are’ looks, which in all fairness was very nearly as good as the ones Rodney McKay gave out, but only nearly. “And I die.”

“Yup.”

“In the first chapter.”

“Almost the first paragraph even,” the Writer offered helpfully, “but I think I need a little time to set the scene before I kill you off.”

“And I come back to life again later I take it?”

“Err, no.” The Writer suddenly found her keyboard very interesting.

“What?”

“youstaydead.”

“I can still hear you.”

“whoops.”

There was a short pause while the Writer tried valiantly to think of ways to fend off a military grade archeologist and the archeologist tried to figure out a way to bribe his way out of what was apparently a very short cameo.

And then the timer rang.

The End.