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Chapter 1: Three Days?

Jack stared at the clock in the debriefing room. The same damn clock that he’d stare at during every tedious brief; the same clock that took a cruel pleasure in illuminating the cold fact that he’d only been sitting in the room for a measly half hour, when in fact it felt like half a day. Jack sighed; most of the time he had something of interest to contribute, and the clock would happily tick away in the corner without an onlooker, but as far as he could gather Carter and Daniel were having an in-depth discussion to General Hammond about some new element that SG3 brought back for testing a few hours ago...not his area of expertise. The bored Colonel dragged his attention back to the room, catching the end (to his glee) of the conversation.

“Even though the preliminary tests that were run on the element were surprising, it’d be a whole lot more comprehensive with a larger sample General.” Sam glanced at Jack, wondering how much of the debriefing he’d actually listened to.

“So you’re saying that you’d like to return to P3X-900 Major?” The General didn’t even need to ask that question.

“Uh, yes Sir. Sam and I think that they we could be looking at something that will put a bit more “oomph” into the nuclear generator that we were going to give to the Scythians, the inhabitants of PYX-348.” Daniel smiled enthusiastically and prompted for Sam to explain it further.

“We were hoping that it would give it an increase in power and stability, which would be perfect to generate power to the Scythians’ major city while they rebuild it. Since their power supply was destroyed during an earthquake, we were told it would take up to five years for power to be restored to the whole city. It’s possible that the generator could last for at least five to eight years with the element added, but we’d need to run some intensive tests to be sure that it won’t cause more harm than good”

“And, assuming that it works, we could have a new ally on the table General.” Daniel grinned and thought of sinking his teeth further into a new culture again.

General Hammond shifted his glance to and from the members of SG1, reading their expressions. Naturally, he paused when his gaze met Jack’s.

“Colonel, what’s your take on all this?”

Jack sighed and lent back in his chair. “Personally I’d rather write reams of mission reports. But....” The Colonel looked at his teammates, “.....if Carter and Daniel see some profit in this then I’ve got no qualms about tagging along....besides, I’ll have Teal’c to keep me sane while they prattle over dirt.”

Sam smiled and turned to General Hammond. “Sir, SG3 were only present at P3X-900 for five hours, and as far as the MALP was concerned there were no visible life signs, but we believe the planet to be one and a half times larger than Earth so it’s highly likely that there’s some form of life there. It may be possible to scout a little further; there may be something Daniel can find.”

"Oh yes, SG3 did find a small artifact - which is in my quarters - that could lead us to something."

George pondered for a bit, gathering all the information he needed to allow a “go-ahead” on the mission.

“SG1, if you are happy with the idea of spending 72 hours on P3X-900 with radio contact every five hours, then the mission is a go-ahead. If there are any intelligent life forms I want you to attempt to find them, however keeping in mind that your primary objective is to collect enough of this new element as is needed to complete an analysis.”

Daniel’s face lit up, “Three days?”

Jack’s jaw dropped, “Three days?”

“The possibility of an alliance with the Scythians is a priority as well. Keep that in mind.”

“Three days is it then....just as long as there’s plenty of snacks. I have a feeling I’m going to need them.” Jack closed his folder and glanced at the clock, glad to notice that he was free in less than two minutes.

“If there are no further questions, you are required to brief for your mission to P3X-900 at 0800 tomorrow.” George paused to let it sink in to the four people before him, “Alright then, dismissed.”

Jack was the first man out of the room. He had full intentions to make for the cafeteria to see how much junk food he could swindle out of the staff, when Daniel bounced up behind him, an excited grin plastered on his face.

“Three days! For my sake I hope there’s some form of life there, it’s been ages since we’ve met a new culture.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “Yes, three weeks is such a long time.....”

“Tell me about it. I’ve almost finished translating and cataloging the artifacts from our last encounter.” Daniel ignored the sarcasm in Jack’s tone.

“Well I can understand your enthusiasm to learn about that culture; I mean they did capture us, torture us, steal from us, call us names.....”

“Yeah, but they said that it was a big misunderstanding.”

“Oh yeah......BIG misunderstanding!”

“What’s your point Jack?” Daniel knew this was going somewhere.

Jack stopped and turned to face his friend.

“Daniel, just remember that not all cultures we meet are inclined to be the friendly sort. So before you go shaking their hands and accepting invitations to banquets and such, do me the honor of...asking. Okay?

Daniel smiled, “I do ask....it’s just that I got caught up in the moment I guess.”

“Well next time, please refrain from doing that.” Jack patted Daniel on the back and continued his walk to the cafeteria, leaving the archaeologist feeling slightly sheepish.

Shrugging it off, Daniel turned and walked to his quarters to pack for the morning. He had a feeling that he’d make some new discovery off world, and wasn’t going to risk forgetting to pack something, so in his mind flashed pictures of items that would accompany him on his trip, including something that he was sure he’d left in Jack’s quarters.

With a sigh, he changed direction. “I’m going to be waiting for ages before he decides to show up.”

Chapter 2: A Sugar Coated Bet

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Jack shifted his gaze from one person to the next as he tramped awkwardly from the cafeteria to his quarters, packets of junk food stuffed up his air force regulation jacket. He was hoping they’d just put it down to a hefty weight gain, and for the moment it was working. The only problem was the assortment of bemused expressions that he was getting, especially from one person.

“Colonel.....what are you doing?” Sam folded her arms and studied Jack’s posture as he walked, which in itself was amusing.

“Oh nothing. I was on my way to the gym actually.....right after I make a quick stop at my quarters.”

Sam grinned, “You know, I hope there’ll be some room left in your pack for the essential items.”

“Essential? You’re suggesting that wholesome chocolate chip musli bars and packets of M & M’s aren’t what you’d call essential?”

“Of course not Sir. Just remember to make room for your sleeping bag this time. Teal’c was complaining for a week after you borrowed his and made him sleep...”

“Oh I won’t forget the sleeping bag this time Major...I may have an alternate use for it.” Jack glanced down at his jacket.

"You know, you won't need all that Sir. I'm sure there'll be something there to interest you."

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Oh please, I can see myself now, sitting under a tree eating while you shovel dirt into containers, Daniel examines every rock on the planet and Teal'c....does Teal'c stuff. I bet you anything you've got that this expedition holds nothing of interest to me. Nadda. Zip bugger all."

"Alright, I'll bet you 20 dollars. And only because I've been spending time with Daniel lately talking about the possibility of meeting a new race of people on that planet. Something about....something that Daniel's found out has got him excited about it. Don't ask me what 'cause he won't say, but he's convinced me that there's more on that planet than dirt."

"How can he convince you there's something there when he won't tell you what he's found?" Jack pressed himself against the wall to let two lieutenants pushing a trolley past, regretting it instantly as he felt a packet of M & M's pop inside his jacket.

Sam choked back a laugh as she watched a handful of the brightly coloured chocolates fall to the floor and bounce merrily up the corridor. "Uh, like I said Sir, I don't know what it is, I just believe him."

The Colonel ignored the candy on the floor, sneaking a look over his shoulder to make sure no one else saw him. "Well in that case Carter, I'll take you up on that bet. Oh, and just incase you are right - which in itself is a rarity - then remind me to make sure Daniel asks before he shakes any hands."

Sam chuckled, "Yes Sir. I remember what happened last time."

"So do I, and it still haunts me to think that that woman was going to..."

"Well, if you'll excuse me Sir, I have packing to get on with." Sam really didn't want to take that conversation any further.

"Righto. Just don't forget our bet Major."

"Oh I won't."

Jack smiled and attempted to wave Carter off, but thought against it when he felt the contents of his jacket trying to escape.

"This is going to be one heck of a long three days..." He mumbled, as he reached the elevator wondering how to push the buttons.

Chapter 3: Where's My Artifact?

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Daniel sighed. He hadn't been waiting that long outside Jack's quarters but he was in a hurry now to get what he came for, and the excitement that was growing in his stomach was getting unbearable. He lent against his friend's door and turned his head to look down the corridor. Finally, Jack appeared from around the corner. Daniel waved.

"Hey Jack, ah sorry to bother you but I need something from in your quarters. What's up your jacket?"

Jack looked blankly at the archaeologist, "Food."

"Oh." Daniel moved away from Jack's door.

Jack motioned to his pocket, "Actually it's good you're here. Can ya open the door, I haven't got a hand to spare."

Daniel took the keys from Jack's pocket and opened the door. Walking in behind the loaded Colonel, Daniel flicked his eyes around the room looking for something. Jack walked over and opened his jacket to let an avalanche of junk food spill onto his bed.

"So Daniel, what're you here for again?" Zipping up his jacket Jack turned to watch as Daniel rummaged through the mess on his desk.

"Ah, do you remember me showing you an artifact resembling an eagle?"

"Vaguely."

"It was this morning Jack, I'm sure I left it here."

Jack looked to his waste bin.

"Oooh, now I remember. It's in there."

Daniel looked in the bin, sure enough his prized artifact was in there amongst many failed mission reports and junk food wrapping papers. Jack grimaced.

"Sorry, you know me and artifacts....I thought it was some kind of ugly paper weight."

Daniel shoved the artifact into his pocket. "It's okay, I'm just glad that you decided against pouring your coffee in there."

"I was tempted...it's bloody awful these days."

The young archaeologist wasn't impressed and left quietly, closing the door behind him. Jack shrugged and began to pack.

At 0730 hours the next morning Daniel, Sam and Teal'c were up, ready and rearing to go, while Jack was taking his time. Sam lent against Jack's doorway watching him tie his bootlaces.

"Patience is a virtue Carter."

Sam smiled, "Tell that to Daniel Sir, he's bouncing off the walls."

"Funny, I would have thought the both of you would be participating in that." Jack perfected the bow on his left boot and stood up.

"I think it's the coffee. I chose to stay away from it."

Jack grinned and walked out of the room, Sam followed. Daniel and Teal'c were already half way to the briefing room by now. CO and 2IC could hear Daniel's excited jitter echoing down the corridor, but they chose to walk in silence, lost in their own thoughts about the mission.

After a short wait in the debriefing room, General Hammond walked in with a smile on his face.

"Good morning SG1, I trust we're in fit condition to battle out three days off world."

The four other people in the room expressed their 'hello's' and 'welcome's' and George sat down, ready to get things underway.

Half an hour later, SG1 were in the Gate Room listening to the familiar voice over the speaker phone and the grinding of the Gate as it spun into motion.

"Chevron 1 engaged."

Jack turned to his team mates, "Ready campers? I know I am."

"Come on Jack, it'll be fun." Daniel had hardly moved his mouth to talk, the words were just flying out.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow and Sam chuckled.

"Chevron 2 engaged."

"No more coffee for you Danny-boy."

Daniel smiled and shifted the weight of his backpack to his other shoulder blade.

"Chevron 7 locked." Came a few minutes later, along with a blinding flash and the brilliant blue "whoosh" that makes a wait in the Gate Room worth while.

General Hammond bent over to speak into the microphone, "SG1 you have a go. Good luck and God speed."

With that, four people's backs were turned to the General and he watched them disappear one by one into the blue oblivion. Seconds later the room was dark and as far as he knew SG1 were safely somewhere else.

Chapter 4: Offworld

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"Hey, have you ever noticed that the M.A.L.P. has a happy face?" Jack walked around the mechanical guide to pick up something that had fallen off when they came through the Gate. No one was listening; they were caught up in the scenery. Jack placed the nameless object (no doubt some scientific thing) back on the M.A.L.P. and straightened his back.

"Wow, you know as cute as he is Mr. M.A.L.P. isn't that good at telling you just how...fantastic some of these worlds are...."

Sam heard that one, "Just remember our bet Sir." She grinned and guided the M.A.L.P. over to a large bare patch of dirt. Daniel followed her.

"Bet? Should I know about this?"

"Nah." Jack flicked his sunglasses over his eyes and looked around their surroundings. Usually, another world was just...another world, but there was something very different about this place. Jack felt a sense of calm and found himself standing in one spot taking it all in.

Apart from where Daniel and Sam were working, they were surrounded by brilliant green grass flecked with wild flowers and multi-coloured trees of all sizes, shapes and species, the planet that acted as this world's sun was glowing warmly, it's rose coloured reflection bounced off a river in the distance, creating a soft haze through which the shadows of the more taller trees could be made out. A gentle cool wind was blowing and every now and then a handful of brightly coloured leaves would leave their resting place on the ground and swirl in haphazard circles above Jack's head before fluttering away. Looking up and over the trees he could see a grand mountain range, jagged and decorated in the same flowing grass and tall trees that Jack was standing amongst, save for the very tips which were snow-capped and enveloped in a rose-tinted, perpetual light. The sky was an unusual mix of apricot and rose and the clouds looked like they had been painted by a hurried artist who had mistakenly mixed his orange paints with his red.

The Stargate and DHD hadn't missed being decorated. From the ground up spiraled a vine dotted with blue and white flowers; its lanky arms wrapped around the giant circle like a Christmas wreath. Luckily, the vine had made itself sparing near each symbol on the DHD so, with a bit of squinting it was easy to make them out. SG3 must have cut the vine back a bit so they could press the symbols, as there were leaves and flowers scattered about the DHD's base.

After an intake of sweet smelling fresh air, Jack turned back to Teal'c, who had been admiring the sites as well.

"Okay, we're gonna take a look around while Carter and Daniel play in the sand." The Colonel called to Sam and Daniel, telling them to keep in radio contact, before walking deeper into the forest with Teal'c by his side. A good half hour went by before either of them spoke.

"Teal'c, isn't it a bit odd that the Goa'uld haven't found this place?"

The quiet Jaffa had been thinking the same thing, "It is odd indeed O'Neill. It is not often that the Goa'uld would leave such a beautiful place uninhabited."

Jack took his glasses off to give them a clean, "You think it's possible that they're here somewhere? I mean, the planet is supposed to be one and a half times bigger than good old mother Earth."

"It is possible." Teal'c stopped to look at something on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, but Jack stopped him.

"It's just a flag Teal'c. SG3 must have found something here and marked it. Let's head back to Carter and Daniel."

Teal'c took one last look at the little red flag before following Jack through the thick forest back to the remaining members of SG1.

Chapter 5: Look What I Found!

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"Daniel Jackson, did SG3 inform you of a red flag?"

Daniel furrowed his brow and looked up at Teal'c from his position in the dirt beside a busy Sam.

"Huh?"

Teal'c glanced at Jack.

"There's a little red flag in the dirt about oh...one mile that way." Jack waved his hand in the direction of the misty river. Sam stood up and brushed herself down.

"That'd be where SG3 found your artifact Daniel. Why don't you go take a look? I've collected enough soil to start up a few basic experiments."

Daniel sprung to his feet, "Jack?"

Jack knew exactly what that meant, "Ah, no. Teal'c's so fascinated with that little red flag that I'm sure he'd love to take you back over there."

Daniel couldn't care less who accompanied him, as long as he got to go. With a smile thrown in Teal'c's direction he grabbed his pack and scampered off, leaving Teal’c to follow steadily behind him.

Jack glanced over his shoulder at Sam, who was setting up what he would call a 'lab'.

"Are you sure you need all of that stuff?" Jack walked over and picked up a test tube filled with soil and held it up to let the light shine through.

"I'm not sure if I'll need all of it Sir, but there's no harm in setting it all up anyway. We've got three days here." Sam watched Jack tap the side of the test tube he was holding.

"Hey, did you realise that this...dirt is sparkly?" Jack tapped the tube again. Sam smiled in amusement.

"It's the sparkly stuff that we're after Sir. I have to separate it from the dirt."

"You mean the dirt dirt?"

"Sir?"

Jack handed the test tube back to his 2IC, "Well sparkly or not Carter, it's all dirt to me."

Sam shook her head and placed the glass object back into it's holder.

"Well Major, I'll leave you to it. I have some M & M's in my bag that just can't wait to get out." With that, he walked off calmly to find a tree to lean against.

A few slow, comfortable hours later, Jack was disturbed by a loud crashing in the forest behind him. Leaping to his feet, he drew his weapon and aimed it into the trees. From behind him, Sam was doing the same thing. Crash after crash, thump after thump then finally they could make something out, but not before they heard it.

"Guys guys guys!!"

Jack lowered his weapon, oh-so-slightly annoyed as Daniel blundered his way towards him waving something about his head. Teal'c wasn't far behind; the expression on his face was slightly puzzled.

"Daniel, what the hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

Daniel ignored Jack and stuffed an object under the angry Colonel's nose.

"Look!"

Jack snatched the thing from his friend, "My nose does not function in that manner Daniel. Whatever you've found, it had better be worth waking me up for."

Sam walked over and peered at the brown blob in Jack's hands.

"What is it?" Jack handed it to Sam, who hadn't the foggiest.

"It's the other half to the artifact that SG3 brought back! I found it about 20 feet from Teal'c's little red flag! I thought there must have been some form of inscription on it, and here it is! It must have snapped off."

"You don't say." Jack bent down to pick up the plastic mess he'd left earlier.

"No no no, you see, now I can translate it and find out if there's any living culture here! Sam can I have that now?" Daniel took the broken artifact from Sam and skipped over to his bag to fetch the other half. Jack shook his head and looked at Teal'c.

"Well, we might as well set up the tents Jaffa buddy. It looks like Danny and Carter have scientific things to go on with."

For the rest of the day, Daniel remained absent. He was sitting cross legged under a tree with his back bent over his work. Sam was doing the same, only now and then she grew bored and stopped to talk to Jack and Teal'c who were setting up camp.

"Sir, have you noticed that it's almost 1800 hours and the light hasn't faded?"

Jack put down the saucepan he was wielding and looked up at the sky.

"Yeah I did notice that. You think it'll get dark at all?"

"I don't know. SG3 weren't here long enough to work that out. It's possible that this planet's time runs differently. For starters it's much bigger than Earth, and we're not sure what stage of the day it was up to here when we stepped through the gate at 0800 hours. We'll have to give it more time I guess."

Jack shrugged, "Well personally I won't mind if it doesn't get dark, it's kinda nice right now."

Sam smiled, "I agree. But I'm not a good sleeper during the day."

"Oh we're not going to get any sleep if Daniel translates that rock you know! For my sake I hope he figures it out back home." Jack scratched his head and watched Daniel as he attempted to hold all his paper down with the toe of one foot while he chewed the end of his pencil and flicked through the pages of his well-used journal.

Chapter 6: Breakfast Anyone?

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"Well Sir it looks like it's getting darker." Sam looked up at the sky, which was changing from a rose to a dark purple tint. Here and there the stars started to appear, but there was no sign of a moon of any kind. The air force Major glanced down at her watch. "Wow, no wonder I'm getting tired."

Jack removed his sunglasses and looked at his own watch; it was almost ten pm, "Okay kids, time to get some sleep. I think we'll spend a couple of hours tomorrow searching this place for other "campers". I'll take first watch. Whoever goes last can wake me up at 0700 hours....nicely"

Daniel frowned and pointed his pencil in Jack's direction, "Jack, there's nothing here."

"And your point would be?"

"Why would you take watch?"

Jack sighed and walked over to fetch his P-90. Sam chuckled at Daniel's statement and decided to give him a lecture about "jumping to conclusions".

"Daniel, there might not be something here right now, but you never know what might pop out of the bushes and try to strangle you in your sleep."

Daniel flicked his eyes towards the bushes behind him, then stood up and took a place next to Sam, who was holding back laughter.

"Carter, do you have to give the kid nightmares?" Came Jack's muffled voice from inside a tent, "I'm sure he'd prefer to wake up in a dry sleeping bag you know."

"Ha ha Jack very funny." Daniel gave Sam an accusing look and then walked quietly to his tent, muttering something about Jack's childishness.

Shortly afterwards, Carter and Teal'c had resided to their tents as well and Jack was happily seated on a large rock just outside the perimeter that he and Teal'c had set up earlier. A good seven hours and three "watch swaps" later, Jack found himself being woken by the last person on guard.

"O'Neill, it is 0630 hours and still dark. Are you certain you wish to be woken?"

Jack grumbled and rolled onto his side, "Well I'm awake. But didn't I ask you to wait until 0700 hours...and to wake me nicely?"

The stoic Jaffa held back a snort of amusement, "Indeed, but Daniel Jackson and Major Carter are already up."

Jack grumbled some more before mentally kicking himself for allowing Daniel to wake up before he did. Rousing his stiff body from the warm sleeping bag, Jack staggered out of the tent only to be greeted by the smell of something burning.

"Hey Jack, breakfast's up!"

He decided against making a remark; it was too early. Instead, he groggily made his way over to the makeshift campfire Daniel had set up and sat beside Carter.

"Morning Sir. I hope you're not hungry."

Jack laughed.

Daniel glared.

"Hey! It's not that bad...." Daniel violently stabbed one of the shriveled, black sausages with his fork and waved it about a bit to extinguish the flames. He then placed it neatly on a plate filled with other black objects and handed it to Jack.

Jack coughed and gingerly took the plate.

"Nothing like an old fashioned char grilled breakfast."

"Amen to that." Sam mumbled, as Daniel handed her a plate also.

"Teal'c, you up for some?"

The Jaffa glanced at the smoldering food and then locked eyes with a grinning Daniel.

"No thank you Daniel Jackson. I have eaten."

Chapter 7: Into The Woods

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After breakfast, which nobody ate, SG1 prepared to start an exploration. Packing a backpack each and securing any loose items into lockable storage devices to leave behind, they were almost ready to leave when Sam remembered something important.

"Sir. General Hammond ordered me to carry only two canisters to keep the new element in, and to report to him when they were full so that SG3 could bring in two empty canisters and take those ones back to the SGC."

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"I think he was expecting a visit from the Pentagon Sir. They want to make sure that we're out here for a good reason."

"Good as in 'seeing the point in not shutting down the Stargate program' perhaps?" Jack scoffed.

"Probably Sir. They want proof that the element even exists. And they want it then and there."

Jack sighed and ordered Daniel to dial the Gate up. Half an hour later they were on their way, making for the river.

"So Daniel, figure out what the artifact said?" Sam fell in step beside the clumsy archaeologist.

"Uh, so far all I've worked out is that the artifact once belonged to a race of people known as the Elysians. Now on Earth that's an ancient Greek culture or really more of a mythological place where those people existed. The Elysians were from a place known as Elysium or the Elysian Fields. It was sort of a pre-Hellenic paradise, a land of perfect peace and happiness where the souls of the dead were said to reside."

"So you think we could encounter these 'Elysians'?"

"I can't say. I'm not even sure how old the artifact is. A carbon dating could possibly tell us that it's thousands of years old, in which case the probability of them still being here would be slim."

Sam smiled, "Or it could tell us that it's days old and the probability of them still being here is high."

Daniel grinned at the thought, "Well that's what I'm hoping for."

"Did you work out what the artifact actually is?"

"No. It could be a religious piece, but I'm not really sure."

Sam nodded and then fell silent, her interests caught up in the scenery. After what seemed like a decade, SG1 exited the thick forest to come face to face with a brilliant river, flowing silently and smoothly over sleek pebbles and bubbling over a small waterfall about 100 meters downstream. Jack turned to his team.

"It's too wide to think about crossing here. We're gonna head upstream a bit to see if we can find a place to cross. I suggest you watch your step, it looks kinda rocky up there."

With that, Jack started to walk. Sam, Daniel and Teal'c followed in single file behind him.

It took a great deal of effort to scale the steep, rocky hill. Most of the rocks were loose and slid from beneath their feet, opening up slits between the rocks that were all too easy to get their feet stuck in, which Daniel soon found out.

"Can you help me here?" He tugged at his ankle, which was stuck fast. Sam carefully turned around and made her way down to crouch beside him. She carefully pried the rocks apart with the end of her P-90 and Daniel managed to wiggle his foot free.

"Thanks." Finding his feet he followed Sam up the hill again, being extra careful. After a few meters he called out to Jack, who was way ahead.

"How much further Jack?"

The Colonel held up his hand to signal silence. Everyone stopped climbing, grabbing a hold of their respective weapons. Jack looked around. He could have sworn he heard something, but for now it was gone. Letting his guard down again he motioned for his team to continue climbing. When at last they had all reached the top, where the ground leveled out and the rocks were few, Daniel questioned Jack's earlier warning.

"Jack, what was that?"

"I heard something. In that direction no more than a few paces from here. Whatever it was it's gone for now. Just keep your eyes and ears peeled."

They walked a little further upstream, scanning the river for a place to cross. Suddenly, Teal'c spoke, his voice hushed but forceful.

"I hear something."

Hands were grasping weapons in an instant. There was no mistake now. They weren’t alone. All around them a faint but unmistakenable rustling could be heard and it was almost impossible to keep their weapons trailed on the sound as it died and grew louder, over and over again. Jack ground his teeth together in frustration. He was about to call out "show yourselves" or something similar, when he heard a high pitched whistling sound that lasted for no more than a couple of seconds. Everything went quiet, for a little while anyway.

"Uh, Colonel..." Sam's voice had an unusual waver to it. Jack spun around to face the Major, in time to see her pulling something from her thigh.

"Carter, you o-" Jack didn't get time to finish what he was saying, his concern heightened when Sam buckled at the knees. He lunged forward to stop her from falling, only to feel a sting in his arm. Looking up he heard rather than saw two more projectiles whistle through the air, before his head began to spin and he blacked out.

Chapter 8: Hang Over

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He could hear something; a low, rough tone that bounced off his aching ear drums. Groaning, he attempted to roll over and sit up, only to decide against it when his head spun with the pounding sensation that was all too familiarly a migraine. Instead, he chose to flicker his heavy eye lids in an attempt to gain back his sight. Slowly but surely he began to make out a shape not to far from him; and then he heard that sound again.

“O’Neill, are you injured?”

Jack tried his voice, hoping that it worked better than his other senses at present.

“Teal’c?” Scratchy, mellifluous; but working.

Teal’c sat himself closer to O’Neill, “I am glad to see you alert O’Neill. You have been unconscious for a considerable length of time.”

“How long?” Jack attempted to sit up, but Teal’c stopped him.

“Approximately five hours O’Neill. I suggest that you take rest, the affects of the drug we were subjected to were powerful.”

“So, blinding headache, nausea, aches and pains? Nothing new….” Jack closed his eyes.

Teal’c took the opportunity to fill Jack in with what he knew of the situation.

“We appear to be in cells…”

“Really.....And?”

“Perhaps this is the culture that Daniel Jackson was hoping to encounter. This facility seems to have been fashioned by an advanced race. O’Neill, I believe-“

“Carter, Daniel?”

Teal’c glanced to his far right, “Major Carter and Daniel Jackson are still unconscious. They are located in the cell next to us.”

Jack rubbed his eyes, glad to have their functionality back. He then reached out and tugged on Teal’c’s sleeve.

“Help me up will ya T.”

“O’Neill?”

Jack grunted in impatience, “Teal’c, if I lay here any longer my butt is going to go numb. Help me up, that’s an order.”

Teal’c took O’Neill by his upper arm and pulled him into a sitting position. Jack groaned and waited before he moved again as his head took a quick spin, blurring the colours and shapes before him. To top it off, a wave of nausea hit him, forcing the groggy Colonel to hold his breath. A few moments later he focussed his sight on his Jaffa friend and motioned for him to help him to his feet.

Holding Jack steady, Teal’c spoke again, “Are you able to stand O’Neill?”

“Yeah…just gimme a minute.” Jack straightened his back and took in a deep breath. “Wow, talk about a hang over.”

Teal’c cocked his head to one side, “I did not experience this ‘hang over’.”

Jack almost laughed, “Thank Junior for that.”

With his eye-sight working again, Jack scanned their environment. The bars of their cell looked like they were made up of vertical beams of a focussed red light, something similar to motion sensor beams. The light never wavered nor made noise, in fact the only thing Jack could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing. He wiggled free of Teal’c’s steady grip. Taking a few wobbly paces towards the beams he extended his fingers towards the light. Surprisingly, the beams didn’t zap, but they were solid to the touch. There was no way through them.

Jack glanced at the ceiling to try to determine where the beams were coming from. The roof looked like it was made of solid gold rock and was about a metre above Jack’s head.

Altering his gaze to beyond the cell, Jack noticed a narrow, well-lit corridor leading to a set of stairs in the fair left side of the overall room (which was fairly big). Apart from that, there was no other door or opening in sight. He got the general feeling that they were a fair way underground, as he could feel a cold breeze every now and then that originated from the corridor.

Giving off a soft apricot glow, the light in the room must have been artificial, and seemed to come from small horizontal slits in the walls. It wasn't bright, in fact it was only enough to light the room without making a glare. Jack had to admit that it was actually rather nice.

Feeling another draught pass through the room, he looked at the ground to notice what looked like a cloud of sparkly dust swirling about his. feet. It reminded him of the stuff in Sam's test tube earlier, so he made a mental note to mention it to her later.

Taking one last look around the whole place he gave up on an escape plan for now. He sat down again and sighed.

“Well, this is just great.”

Chapter 9: Telamon and Pollux

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“Sir?” Came a slurred voice from nearby.

Jack turned around to face his right. In the cell next door the remaining members of his team were finally waking up.

“Carter, you OK?” Jack made his way to the side of his cell adjacent to Sam’s.

Sam didn’t respond. Instead, she rolled onto her side to alleviate the pain in her back. Something registered in her blurry mind that she was supposed to say something, but her voice wouldn’t hold up its end of the bargain. All she could muster was a pathetic squeak.

“Carter?”

Sam gave up on her voice and lifted her arm in Jack’s direction. Curling her fingers into a fist she managed to give him a ‘thumbs-up’. Jack smiled.

“How’s Daniel?”

Sam glanced back at Daniel, who was attempting to sit up. She turned back to Jack again and managed to squeak out an ‘OK’.

Half an hour later, SG1 were on their feet, contemplating their predicament.

“Jack, there might be a simple explanation for all this. I mean, we might have been trespassing and they captured us until they know that we mean no harm.” Daniel leant against the beam-bars trying to find a comfortable position.

“Then why the hell couldn’t they have just asked us there and then? What kind of culture shoots first and asks questions later?”

Teal’c raised his eyebrow, “O’Neill-“

“It’s a joke Teal’c.”

Teal’c blinked and turned his attention to Sam.

“Sir, we don’t know what they’re like. They might be reasonable.”

Jack opened his mouth to protest.

“Well, we do have Teal’c among us, they may think we’re Goa’uld.”

Jack rubbed his hands over his face, “We’ll see Daniel.”

SG-1 were only lost in their own thoughts for a short time. From the corridor across the room came the sound of muffled voices, and distinctive footsteps soon after that. Jack stood up and folded his arms. The rest of SG-1 stood up too, waiting to see who was coming.

They heard the characters before they saw them.

“…anthus has requested it. Do not judge me for his actions. He means well.”

“I am aware of this Telamon. But it still is not right.”

“What would you have him do Pollux? Put our people at risk?”

“Of course not. Please, forget that I mentioned it. It was foolish of me.”

“Do not let it trouble you my friend. For now, we have other things to take care of.”

The two figures were now in full view, and were walking side by side across the room. One was tall and thin with jet black hair that curled around his lean facial features, he was clean-shaven save for a small patch in the nook above his chin. His eyes were large and wide, revealing brilliant green around his pupils. He was clad in a smooth, neat, tight-fitting grey jacket and slightly flared pants of the same shade and texture. Upon his chest was a round badge sporting a detailed picture of an eagle.

His friend was slightly shorter but more muscular. His hair was red and cropped in an uneven pattern about his ears. The stubble covering his chin and jaws suggested that he was the rougher of the two. Clothed in the same attire he stopped alongside the other in front of SG-1’s cell, his blue eyes piercing as he studied them.

Jack walked up to the bars, “Do ya think we could get some room service here?”

The tall figure spoke first, “Greetings. I am known as Telamon, and my loyal friend here is Pollux. We have come to make inquiries about your presence here on Elysium. Which one of you is in charge?”

“That would be me. And before I answer any of your questions I’d appreciate it if you’d explain to us why we’re here...in this…cell.” Jack unfolded his arms and grasped the beam-bars.

"Does your culture not confine those who would walk upon their land unannounced?"

Daniel took over, “Yeah, we’re sorry about that. We’re peaceful explorers. Uh, we travel to other worlds in search of new cultures…new allies. We mean you no harm.”

“I see. May I then, ask whom you serve?”

“We come from a race of people known as the Tau’ri. We-“

“I was referring to your god.” Telamon glanced at Teal’c.

“Oh, that. Uh, we don’t serve the Goa’uld. We’re enemies. Teal’c here has joined us in the fight against them.”

Pollux’s nostrils flared and he grumbled something under his breath. Telamon placed a hand on his shoulder and continued to speak.

“Then you may be of great value to us. Please, follow us to Rhadamanthus.”

“Rhada-who?” Jack posed.

Telamon passed his right hand over the fingers of his left. Three of the bars in each cell deactivated and SG-1 was lead out and towards the stairs.

Chapter 10: Rhadamanthus

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SG-1 were seated at a large round table in the centre of a huge room. All the faces that sat about them were new, save for Telamon who was seated to the left of Jack. The party around the table were obviously waiting for someone else to arrive, as there was an empty chair opposite Daniel.

"Waiting on your superiors huh?" Jack motioned to the empty chair, talking to no-one in particular.

"That is correct. I must inform you that it customary to be silent until the arrival of Rhadamanthus." Telamon lowered his voice to emphasise the point.

"Right..." Jack began to twiddle his thumbs and stare around the room in boredom.

Chairs of carved silver stone against each wall, plants of vibrant colours and size placed decoratively beside each doorway (of which there were many), tapestries of beautiful dancing figures and musicians draped over the age-worn silver walls. On the South side of the room there was no wall, but rather a row of pillars carved of silver-streaked white marble. The view beyond the pillars was amazing and similar to that which SG-1 first awed at when they had stepped through the gate, only they were now situated on the top of a magnificent mountain. A cool breeze was blowing from the South, rustling the leaves of the plants about the room. The same sparkling dust that was in the "dungeon" swirled about the floor in intricate patterns.

Jack turned to silently mention the rather nice surroundings to the rest of his team, when Telamon stood up and bowed. Everyone else around the table followed suit, except for SG-1. Telamon glanced sideways and deliberately coughed. Jack got the hint, and reluctantly stood. Sam, Daniel and Teal'c did the same.

Moments later a tall, aged man entered the room. He lifted his arms in a gesture of welcome and spoke.

"Friends, I welcome you all to this meeting. Please, be seated." His voice was soft and calm, but had a sense of authority in it none the less.

Once everyone was seated again, Rhadamanthus began the session.

"Telamon, I believe you have something to tell me in regards of the four unfamiliar faces I see before me? Would you be so kind as to enlighten us?" The old man passed a hand through his long white beard and shifted his weight in his chair.

Jack opened his mouth to say something, but Telamon beat him to it.

"That is correct my liege. The four before you claim to be travellers from a distant planet. They also claim that they serve no God, but are peaceful and willing to partake in this discussion." Telamon ended his statement with a bow of his head.

Rhadamanthus lent forward and rested his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "I see. May I then ask which one of you assumes responsibility?"

Jack finally had his chance to speak, "That would be me. And before you go damning us to certain death I'd appreciate it if we had a... say, humanly conversation about - "

He was cut off by a short cackle from Rhadamanthus, "Yes indeed. We are not inclined otherwise. But I think introductions are in order first." He stood extending his arm to point to each person as he named them "Aeneas, Anchises, Menelaus, Paris and my son Telamon, members of the High Council of Elysium. And I am Rhadamanthus, ruler and overseer of Elysium for many moons." He sat again, letting O'Neill make SG-1's introductions.

Jack set his jaw in attempt to keep his remarks pleasant, "Nice to meet you. I'm Colonel O'Neill, this is Major Carter, Doctor Jackson and Teal'c. And as our buddy Telo here has mentioned, we're peaceful explorers who are....a little more than confused right now."

Rhadamanthus bowed his head, "All will be revealed soon enough Colonel. But for now, please tell us about yourselves. You say you do not worship a God. May I ask as to how that is possible?"

Jack let Daniel take over, "We've been fighting against the 'Gods' or Goa'uld as we know them for years. We know that they're parasites that infest a living body in order to survive. For this and many other reasons, we despise and fight against them. So far we've been pretty good at it." Daniel ended his little spiel with a proud grin.

Rhadamanthus almost laughed. Composing himself, he directed his attention to Sam. "It is rare that we encounter a woman's presence to this table let alone learn that she is one who would fight against the Gods. Forgive my bluntness, but what special...abilities do you poses that make you eligible to earn your place in your society?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and installed a smug look on his face as Carter explained her expertise in technical related matters.

Rhadamanthus continued to interrogate SG-1 for some hours after than, attempting to learn everything and anything he could. SG-1 were open, but made sure that they only gave out information on a need-to-know basis.

After what seemed like decades, Daniel decided to turn the tables.

"So Rhadamanthus, how about telling us a little about Elysium? Being explorers our goal is to find new allies in the fight against the Goa'uld..."

"...And to share technology and learn about new cultures." Sam added.

The old leader shifted uneasily in his chair. Narrowing his eyes and looking down on the four foreign people sitting before him, he made his remark.

"Here in Elysium, my people live in perfect happiness and peace. Never has blood been spilt on our soil, not even in our recorded history. Our Fields lie to the westernmost edge of the world and is where the souls of this planet's greatest heroes are sent to relive another life as reward for their good deeds. My son Telamon here, is one of them, as am I."

"Of course!" Daniel exclaimed suddenly.

"I do not understand." Came the reply from many of the people sitting around the table, including Jack.

"Like I told Sam earlier, Elysium is found in Greek history back on Earth. In the works of Homer, Elysium was a land at the farthest and westernmost edge of the world to which the great heroes were carried, body and soul, and made immortal. It was described as being the most beautiful place in existence, kinda like heaven. Now, even though extensive archaeological digs and endless searching, no one could find anything that linked Elysium to a real place on Earth. Those historical records must have been referring to this planet! People must have been taken from Earth for their good deads and brought here to live a life of luxury." Daniel grinned at the members of his team.

"Homer?" Jack returned Daniel a grin of his own.

Daniel ignored the attempted joke and tried to pry more information out of Rhadamanthus. It didn't go down well.

"I do not take kindly to being interrogated on my own soil. This meeting is over. I shall arrange for Telamon to show you around the city tomorrow."

Before Jack could protest, Pollux and another sturdy man entered the room to escort SG-1 back to their cells. Jack stood up and stretched his back before loudly declaring,

"D'oh."

Chapter 11: Tours and Deals

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"This is our most worshipped building. It is where our Gods deliver gifts to our people and is also where Rhadamanthus and myself hold meetings of great importance."

SG-1 were half way through their tour of the city. So far they'd learnt that Elysium was indeed a place where everyone seemed to be happy and at peace with one another. There was not a sick or injured person in sight, and there was no problem about the population size. Daniel had estimated it to being around 5,000 people, which he claimed was excellent for a civilisation like this.

The streets were narrow and busy. Markets were set up here and there amongst marble houses and two-story structures. There were temples and public bathing areas, gardens and resting places. Overall, the city was clean and hassle free and to SG-1 it seemed like a perfect retirement place.

Daniel queried Telamon's earlier statement, "You said that's where your Gods deliver gifts. What kind of gifts?"

"I am not able to tell you. Such matters are discussed only between my father and myself. The Gods only speak with us as we are the rulers of Elysium. When my father dies I shall take over, my first son will then take my place as the future ruler."

"Right, of course. So I guess there's no letting us in then?" Daniel was hoping Telamon might consider bending the rules.

"I am sorry, but only myself, my father and the occasional Significant are allowed access to the Great Temple."

"Significant?"

"That's right." Telamon wasn't about to let out any more information on that one. Instead, he decided to wrap things up and began to lead SG-1 back to Rhadamanthus' complex.

Daniel turned to Sam, Jack and Teal'c.

"I'm getting a little suspicious about their 'Gods'."

"Me too. I mean, there's no markings or obvious Goa'uld structures around but something tells me that that temple isn't just used for praying." Sam made sure Telamon couldn't hear her.

"And what the hell is a Significant? Anyone?" Jack wasn't so concerned about keeping his voice down. Telamon's ears pricked up and he slipped in a comment.

"The only thing I can tell you is that wonderful things happen to a Significant. Things that we could not possibly give them."

Jack scuffed his feet along to annoy the future King.

"Yeah, that helps."

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Back at Rhadamanthus' round table, Sam remembered an important detail about their mission.

"Sir, it's been three days. General Hammond is expecting us home any minute."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Think I'll ask old Rhaddy if we can move things along."

As before, bows were exchanged before Rhadamanthus began the session. SG-1 were high in the hopes of coming to a mutual agreement so they could get back to the SGC for a nice hot shower.

"I hope you enjoyed your tour. As ruler I am most proud of what our city has become, and also of what it has to offer you. I have it on good authority that you were conducting some kind of experiment near the Great Circle. My men found many unusual objects. What is it that you have come here to obtain?"

Sam pointed to the sparkly dust over the floor, "We came here to work out if the soil here could help us in creating a generator capable of administering power to help rebuild a city of one of our allies."

"So you were willing to take something that does not belong to you? Thankfully I am a reasonable man and will forgive you for this. With that information, I can now offer you our terms. We shall agree to let you take as much of our soil as is needed for your...generator. In return we ask that you provide us with information about your allies and a way in which we may be able to contact them. We may appear to be simple people, but you are not the first foreign people to grace our presence. In any case, if we are to become allies then should not all involved have a right to know?"

Daniel understood what Rhadamanthus was getting at, "Yes, it's only fair that all our allies know about you and that you know about them. I think - "

"Woa, slow down Daniel. Do you remember a little conversation we had back home...something about shaking hands? Hmm?" Jack successfully jogged his friend's memory. Daniel sighed and let Jack take over. "It sounds like a reasonable deal, but we're not able to make the decision ourselves. It's up to our superiors, whom we really need to contact."

"I see. Then I give you permission to contact them. But you will be escorted to the Great Circle and two of you will remain to ensure that we are not tricked into believing that you will not return with means to destroy us."

Jack agreed and managed to persuade Rhadamanthus into giving him a radio and his weapons back. Taking Daniel, the Colonel bid a short farewell to Carter and Teal'c and headed back towards the Stargate with their guide.

Chapter 13: Ajax

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"Why are your team mates taking so long?"

Anger filled the large room as Rhadamanthus billowed at Carter and Teal'c for the umpteenth time in over three hours. He began to pace the room, each anger-filled step making a harsh, echoing tap. It had been just under twelve hours since Jack and Daniel had headed for the Gate.

Sam clenched her fists, she was so close to punching the old man in the kisser that it was making her face red.

"I've already told you, these things take time with our people. Colonel O'Neill and Dr. Jackson are probably filling in our superiors with all the details. General Hammond is a man who - "

"You've already told me this!"

"Well I'm sorry, but what more can I tell you?" Carter raised her voice a little.

Teal'c decided to intervene before the situation got too out of hand.

"Rhadamanthus, we are also unsure of what is keeping Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson. Perhaps you would allow Major Carter and myself to search for them."

Carter breathed a sigh of relief, mentally thanking Teal'c for sparing her the need to start a physical fight.

"You will be going no-where until your friends are standing before me with a reasonable explanation." With that, Rhadamanthus turned to leave the room, stopping suddenly to make his final remark. "Be warned, if they are not back here within two of your 'hours', there will be serious consequences to be paid."

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"Do you have a proposal as to why Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson have not returned?"

"No...."

"I see." Teal'c sat beside a thinking Sam and blinked slowly, looking around their confinements.

"I mean, they should have reached the Gate, dialled Earth and used the MALP to make contact with General Hammond. Simple as that."

"Perhaps the negotiation was not successful...."

"In which case the Colonel and Daniel should have come back for us." Sam set her jaw in frustration.

"Indeed."

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"Jack if I knew why it wasn't working then I would have said so!" Daniel madly pressed random symbols on the DHD.

The Stargate wasn't working. No lights, no whirring sound, no familiar blue 'kawoosh'. Nothing. Jack marched up to the DHD and gave it a strong kick, then sighed and turned to their guide.

"Any ideas buddy?"

The guide remained silent. He hadn't spoken a word the entire time.

"Didn't think so."

"It just doesn't make any sense! It was working when we came through, and when Sam had to send those canisters back to the SGG...."

"Yeah, why hasn't General Hammond sent a search party through yet?...." Jack's voice trailed off in thought.

"I don't know. Maybe the computers can't dial the address anymore....Jack, this is bad."

"Uh huh."

"We should head back. Sam might be able to fix this."

"Yup." Jack turned back to their guide once more "Hey, ready to head back or are you still picking wild flowers?"

The guide stared at him, then turned away. Something in his posture made Daniel suspicious. Walking around the to face the Elysian man, he put on his best diplomatic approach.

"You know, we don't want to harm your people. And we're not lying to you about why we're here. All we need is some of your soil to help out some needy people on another planet. It's what we do. If Rhadamanthus has forbidden you to speak to us then-"

"He has not." The guide lifted his gaze to meet Daniel's.

"Okay. Do you feel like telling me your name?"

The young man sighed. He seemed distressed and there was a look of sadness in his brown eyes. His shoulders were slumped and there was a mix of grief and anger in his tone.

"My name is Ajax. I am brother to a man I believe you have met."

Jack picked up on the sound of the guide's voice and made his way over, "Who?"

Ajax glanced at O'Neill, "Pollux".

"Pollux? Ah, he's Telamon's friend right?"

"Correct. And despite what many think of him, he is a good man. Telamon and his father on the other hand..."

"What?" Daniel removed his glasses to give them a clean, quietly watching the expressions that passed over Ajax's face.

"My wife is ill. Many people think that she will die before long. I spoke to Pollux, begging him to ask Telamon for help. I was summoned before Rhadamanthus where he decided that Pandora would be the next Significant...." Ajax stopped to control his emotions.

"What is a Significant? Telamon told us that is was a good thing."

"In a way it is, but for people like me it is not. A Significant is a person who does not belong here. Sick people, old people, people with one arm or one leg....people who are not perfect. Our Gods take great pity on them and give them a second chance at life. However it has its price."

"What's that?"

"We never see them again. They are lost to us like the breeze on a warm night; they fade into just a memory. I do not want to loose my wife. Many people have lost loved ones to this fate, and most are happy about it. They believe that the Gods have taken them to heal them, and that before long, they will be returned. None have ever returned."

"How? How do the Gods take them?" Daniel was starting to get anxious.

"They are taken to the Great Temple. From there, the Gods come and take them away. No one knows any more about it, except of course for Rhadamanthus and Telamon. I beg you, help Pandora. Take us both away from this place!"

Jack scrubbed a hand over his face, "Ajax, we'd love to help ya out, but we have a little problem with getting home right now." He waved a hand at the Stargate.

A wash of fear suddenly came over Ajax's face, "I was once told that the Stone Circle would not spin on the eve of the God's arrival. I did not know what the Stone Circle was...until now! We must make haste! There is little time to save my wife! If I am correct, the Gods will arrive tomorrow morning to take her from me!"

Daniel stared at Jack.

"There's only one race I can think of, that would have the power to disable a gate Jack.....the Goa'uld"

Chapter 14: Blackness

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It was dark. A blanket of stars were staring to appear in the hazy sky and the world was beginning to loose its silence to joyful croaking of the night's creatures. There was no joy in Carter and Teal'c's situation. They had managed to escape their confinements and were somewhere in the village, desperately searching for a way out.

"Teal'c, we've been past that...floral arrangement ten times now." Carter crouched behind a low wall.

"I agree. We are going in circles." Teal'c moved beside Sam to take a look over the wall. In the village, the streets were quiet. Lights were on in the houses, taverns and public bathing places and every now and then the pair could make out silhouettes walking past the open windows. The night was warm and a little humid, but it was pleasant.

So far there was no sign of anyone out looking for them. Sam had put it down to the possibility that the four guards and Rhadamanthus hadn't been found yet. Both of them hoped that it would stay that way; at least until they could find a way out.

"Major Carter, I see a way out."

Sam lifted herself to look over the wall. Teal'c was pointing to a small crack in the side of the fortified structure that surrounded the perimeter. It looked like it was just big enough for a person to squeeze through.

"How did we miss that?"

Teal'c almost smiled, "If we had been looking for something similar, we would have seen it earlier."

"Right. I was looking for a gate or something."

"As was I."

Sam grinned. "Okay, let's go."

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Rhadamanthus stood, the discs in his crooked back grinding with each move. He stared at the four bodies on the floor. Spitting the blood out of his mouth he snarled,

"Incompetence!"

He straightened his body and began to move towards the stairs. Making it half way up, he stopped when he noticed someone coming down the stairs.

"Who are you?" The staircase was well lit, but his vision was blurry

"My Lord, I have come to let you know that the two scouts you sent to look for Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson have not yet returned."

Rhadamanthus wrinkled his forehead and shuffled a little further up the stairs.

"I am going to have many....many Significants this time around..." He mumbled.

"My Lord, you are injured. Is there something you wish me to do?" His vision beginning to return, Rhadamanthus finally worked out who was speaking. The young, muscular man stepped back to let Rhadamanthus continue his climb.

"Telamon... there is a job you can help me with. My son, you are probably the only man alive who I can depend on."

Telamon took his father's arm and walked him to his bedroom. He was having difficulty holding in the feeling of anger. He had never seen Rhadamanthus bleed before. Never. There hadn't been a war or fight in his lifetime that had affected Rhadamanthus physically. Now, seeing him like this, a rising anger was brewing in his chest. Once he had his father seated, he knelt before him.

"Father...your nose. I shall fetch some water." He stood up to leave, but was stopped.

"No. There are more important matters to attend to. Sit beside me. I shall tell you what I need you to do."

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"Hey, are we there yet?" Jack flicked a leafy branch out of his face and squinted into the darkness. Filtered through the trees, there was a light glow up ahead. On second glance, Jack noticed that the glow was a lot higher up than he thought. He scratched his head.

Ajax smiled, "Elysium. We are almost there."

"You're gonna make us climb that...mountain aren't you."

"It is no mountain compared to that which is home to Rhadamanthus. We will be outside the gates after a short, steep climb. No more."

10 minutes later, they were outside the fortified perimeter looking for a way in.

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On the other side, Carter and Teal'c were making their way to their "exit". Flattening themselves against the smooth stone wall, they did their best to stay in the shadows. Finally, Sam's fingers ran over a rough patch and she turned slightly to peep through the crack.

"Found it." She glanced back at Teal'c. "You first Teal'c. If you get stuck, I'll find another way out."

Teal'c raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, failing to see the humour in the situation. Never-the-less, he slipped past Sam and began to squeeze through the crack, shoulder first. Sam took the opportunity to pass her gaze over the city. Still no-one out looking for them, she thought. She could hear muffled grunting from beside her. Poor Teal'c was almost through, but his muscular limbs were protesting against the pressure.

"Teal'c, you okay?"

"I am through Major Carter."

Sam took one last look behind her, then slipped through the crack. She had a little less trouble than her Jaffa companion, which she was utterly thankful for. She imagined Teal'c would have a few scratches to comply with after his trip.

Safely outside Elysium, Carter and Teal'c made their way along the wall, trying to find a less tree-dense area to navigate through.

Teal'c was walking ahead of Sam, perhaps a little too far ahead. Sam wasn't worried, as long as she could see him. She had to admit that, although the night was warm and pleasant, the silent whispering through the trees and the call of the unnamed wildlife had her slightly unnerved. It was just too quiet, and there were too many darn trees. So many in fact, that she failed to see nor hear the shadow that was following them....and all of a sudden, where the hell was Teal'c?

Sam stopped dead in her tracks. Her ears were straining to hear him, but there was nothing.

"Teal'c?" She called out softly.

There was no reply.

Instincts told her to press on. Hopefully Teal'c was just up ahead, waiting for her to catch up. She started to move again only to hear a faint snap behind her. She froze and slowly turned around.

"Teal'c?"

After a few long moments she breathed easily again and chastised herself, "There's nothing there Major what the hell are you doing?"

Turning back once more, she knew she'd have a hard time catching up with Teal'c now. She quickened her pace, trying to keep her footsteps light and silent.

After a little while, she came into contact with something hard. Stone. The wall must have changed direction. She turned in the direction the wall was running in. She'd have to venture straight into the forest now. Great, she thought, just when I was beginning to catch up.

There was another snap. Louder than before...and closer too.

"Teal'c? For Pete's sake is that y-" Sam didn't get to finish her sentence, nor did she get time to cry out for help.

From behind her, a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, a rough hand was clamped over her mouth and she was pulled against someone. She struggled, but there was no way her captor was letting go.

"I will make sure that you are very, very sorry for breaking my father's nose."

Sam froze, recognising Telamon's voice.

He slid his hand off Carter's mouth and reached into his pocket.

"Telamon. Look I'm sorry about your dad's nose but he-"

"Spare me Major." Telamon wasn't going to be swayed by diplomacy, pulling an object from his pocket and embedding it just above Sam's collarbone.

Just like before, her world began to spin. The few colours that she could make out in the dark began to merge and her ears began to ring. She felt the dart being pulled from her neck. She felt rough hands at her waist, turning her around. The last thing the drugged Major recalled before she blacked out, was the sharp jolt of her almost lifeless body being thrown over Telamon's shoulder.

Chapter 15: Catch Up

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"Okay, so let's assess. The Stargate isn't working. Carter and Teal'c are who knows where and we've been tramping through the jungle for yonks. We've climbed hallf a mountain...and are now prodding a wall which doesn't feel like letting any vistors through. No biggie."

"Jack this wall is huge. And my guess is that it's also verrry long. We haven't even come close to circling the whole thing yet."

"Your point?"

"We could find a way in any minute now."

A sigh, "Daniel, you've said 'we could find a way in any minute now' more times than I can count. Can't we just... dig under it or something?"

Ajax glanced back at O'Neill, "I sincerely hope that that was a comment out of humour..."

"Not necessarily."

"Jack, don't be an ass."

"Just a thought." Jack's voice trailed off in a high pitch, emphasising his annoyance.

They'd been walking for hours now; their hands pressed against the wall, looking for a way in. They weren't as lucky as Carter and Teal'c. It was too dark to see more than five meters ahead of them, and so far the wall was perfectly smooth. No visible way in.

The three figures fell silent, lost in their own thoughts. They walked in silence, listening only to the leaves that crunched under their footsteps and the sand-paper sound of their hands sliding along the wall.

At last, Daniel broke the silence.

"Hey, can we sit down for a while? My legs are killing me."

"No, we must press on. There is little time." Ajax began to quicken his pace.

"Hold on there sparky. I'm in need of a little rest myself if you don't mind." Jack stopped.

Ajax pulled an agitated expression, "Alright. But please, we cannot linger here for too long."

Daniel sighed in relief and slid to the forest floor, his back against the wall. Jack and Ajax followed suit.

The coolness of the stone was comforting.

"Phew, didn't realise I was that hot."

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He'd lost her. Somewhere in his haste he'd forgotten that he wasn't alone and had left her behind. That wasn't like him. He never forgot. Numerous times he had stopped and backtracked for a little while, looking for her. But she wasn't there. And his usually calm stomach was now doing back flips....or maybe that was junior. He couldn't tell.

Annoyed with himself, he pressed on. Finding Jack and Daniel was his priority now.

Taking giant steps he gained more ground than before. The forest was still too thick to attempt to route through, and a light fog was descending about him, making it increasingly hard to see. For a long while, he noticed nothing. It was only until he rounded a corner that his strained senses picked up on a faint warbling. He immediately changed his posture. Stealthily, the heavy Jaffa made his way silently along the wall, every sense in overdrive. He made not a crunch or snap, and his breathing was well under control now.

A little further and he was inches from the source of the sounds. He crept forward a little more and readied himself for a scuffle. What he got was somewhat of a surprise.

Teal'c tripped. His feet flew out from underneath him and he fell forward. Just before his face hit the dirt he heard a startled cry, or maybe more. Luckily for him, most of his body landed on something particularly soft.

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They hadn't seen it coming...whatever 'it' was. In a flash, their light discussion about vegetation had turned into a mixture of fear and fright. Not to mention the fact that there was something big, soft and heavy lying across their laps. Their startled yelps echoed off into the forest, dying down to a frantic hush.

"Jack? Ja-ack!"

"I know Daniel." Jack prodded the object. To his surprise it rolled over and off their laps. In a flash, everyone was on their feet.

"You are outnumbered. Identify yourself." Ajax curled his fingers into a fist.

"O'Neill?"

"Teal'c?"

"Daniel Jackson."

"Yeah."

"Teal'c?"

"Indeed."

"Teal'c! What the hell was that?"

"A miscalculated step, O'Neill."

"Nah. How'd you get out? We can't even find a way in."

"Major Carter and I found a split in the fortified wall." Teal'c winced slightly at the use of Sam's name.

Jack straightened his back and looked around, "Where's Carter?"

Through gritted teeth, "I have lost her."

"Lost her?"

"She was behind me for some time. I must have moved too quickly, for she seemed to vanish. I am sorry O'Neill. I attempted to look for her many times, but to no end."

Jack sighed.

Daniel smiled, "Hey, don't beat yourself up over it Teal'c. It's dark, foggy and at least you made it here."

"Okay campers, time to move. Teal'c, think you can guide us back in?"

"I believe so."

Chapter 16: The Great Temple

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Dizziness. Nausea. An all-over aching sensation...and one hell of a headache. Make that, one hell of a migraine. Some really strange smell....is that patchouli? And what the heck is that noise?

Sam rolled over, groaning. Her head was pounding; a white light flashed across her blurred vision, sending a wave of pain down her spine. Somewhat thankful that she was now on her stomach, Sam closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths to stifle the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She lay like that for a while, resting her cheek against the cool floor white letting her insides work themselves out. Finally, she opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. She couldn't see much from her position so she resorted to using her voice.

"Hello? Anyone th-" A coughing fit snatched the air from her lungs. Lying on her stomach now wasn't the best option. Rolling over again, she let the fit subside. Breathing a little better, she slowly sat up.

She was surprised to find that her wrists weren't bound, nor was she in any kind of cage or obvious confinement. Rubbing her eyes, she adjusted her focus on the room.

Tall walls of hieroglyphic-endowed gold, a ceiling of vibrant colour and personality, a smooth, cold floor and a few decorative ornaments placed in each corner of the huge room. There wasn't much to the place really. It was just...simple. Simply Goa'uld that was.

She was alone...or was she? What was that noise from before? The ringing in her ears had stopped, but so had that sound. Sam forced herself on her knees and stretched her back. She was beginning to feel more like herself now and there was nothing she wanted more than to stand up and shake the nausea out of her system. After a few moments, she did just that. One hand against the wall to steady herself, Sam pulled her sluggish body onto her wobbly legs and took a few experimental steps.

"Wow..." Shaking the pins and needles from her feet, Sam was now free to walk around. That smell from before was incense; burning slowly in the hands of each of the brilliant golden figures in the corners. It was a beautiful smell but Sam knew enough about the statues to know that the scent was deceiving. Turning around Sam made her way to the other side of the room. On the floor she could make out a dark shape. It wasn't moving.

As she got closer Sam realised that it was a young barefoot woman, lying awkwardly on her side, her long, dark hair sprawled about her porcelain face and her arms wrapped around her stomach. Sam knelt beside her and placed a hand over her forehead. The woman was running a fever, and Sam knew why. Little haphazard red spots gave her condition away. Luckily Sam had already had chicken pox when she was twelve. She only hoped that she wasn't a member of the small percentage of people who could catch it twice. There were tears on the poor woman's face; there was no doubt now that Sam had heard her crying earlier.

"Who are you?"

Sam looked down. The woman had spoken.

"Uh, Major Samantha Carter, but my friends call me Sam. What's your name?"

With a sob, the sick woman opened her eyes and gazed at Sam.

"Pandora. My name is Pandora."

Sam smiled, "That's a nice name." Motioning to her spots, "Itchy?"

Pandora nodded, then slowly sat up.

"I have been chosen as the next Significant. For days now I have been ill. My husband feared that this day would come, as have I. Please tell me you are here to take me back to him."

Sam glanced at the floor, and then met Pandora's tear-filled emerald eyes.

"No. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm stuck here with you."

Pandora began to weep again. Sam furrowed her brow and wrapped an arm around her.

"Hey, it's okay. I have friends out there looking for me. We'll be fine. I promise."

"Yes. She will be fine. I only wish I could say the same for you Major."

Sam jumped. She hadn't heard anyone come in. Before she could stand, strong hands pulled both women to their feet and walked them to the front of the room.

Telamon stood proudly, dressed in a light green over gown. About his shoulders was a golden cloak fastened under his chin by an eagle-shaped pin. His hair was neat, and his shoes brightly polished.

"Festive attire."

"Yes indeed. As is should be. You would be wearing something for the occasion as well, had it not been for you untimely escape."

"What a shame...those shoes, nice touch."

Telamon ignored the sarcasm, "Pandora, you are a mess. We can't have our Gods seeing you like this now can we? Luckily for you there is time to get you cleaned up."

Telamon clicked his fingers, and the two men restraining Pandora led her out of the room. Sam stared after them, trying to work out where the door was. One of the guards opened a panel on the far wall and pressed a few symbols. Cracks appeared between the hieroglyphs and a door started to emerge. Eventually, the door was opened and Pandora was gone.

Sam started to think. Alright, so this place probably belongs to the Goa'uld...and this is probably where Ptah comes to claim his victims. Why so secretive? The Goa'uld are more likely to plunder and take hosts at their will rather than to set up a facade for a whole civilization. Why are Rhadamanthus, Telamon and who knows how many others are actually willing for this to happen? Surely they're not stupid enough to think that they would ever see their 'Significants' again. So that leads to this....what kind of weapon has Ptah promised them in return?

Sam shuddered. She really didn't want to know the answer to that one. As far as she was concerned, Earth and Elysium were far from becoming allies. A Goa'uld weapon in these peoples' hands wouldn't make General Hammond a happy camper, come to think of it neither would handing over a member of SG-1 to the Goa'uld. Oh boy, people back home weren't going to be happy about this.

Suddenly, Telamon snapped her out of her thoughts. Walking up to her, he motioned for the guards to release their grip on her. He grabbed her right wrist and turned her hand over to inspect her braised knuckles. Sam stared at him, almost smiling as she remembered the look on Rhadamanthus' face.

"My father is in a lot of pain, it will take a long time for his nose to heal, but an even longer time for my anger to disappear. For a woman you are rather strong. Thankfully I am stronger."

With that, Telamon backhanded Sam across her cheek, catching her off balance. She was caught by the guards before she hit the ground. Wincing, Sam brought her hand up to massage the pain from her face.

Ow, that'll bruise nicely.

"Unfortunately I cannot inflict as much pain on you as I would like. But I have it on good authority that you will be severely punished by our God Ptah for your actions."

Sam rolled her eyes. When wasn't this the case?

Telamon was slightly puzzled by her lack of surprise, but put it to the back of his mind when he noticed the door forming again on the wall.

"Pandora is returning no doubt. And soon we shall be rid of both of you."

Still crying, Pandora was lead back over to stand next to Sam. She was cleaner. He hair brushed and pulled back in a neat bun, and her clothes straightened out. For a sacrifice to the Goa'uld, she was dressed rather civilly in a plain white, sleeveless dress that hung loosely about her ankles. The neckline was low, but apart from that the dress was respectful.The only decorative thing about her attire was a simple eagle-shaped pendant hanging from a delicate necklace about her neck. She looked a lot more human, save for the spots.

With a sly smile, Telamon continued, "Now, finally we can gets things under way."

Chapter 17: Backtracking

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"We are here." Teal'c stood pressed against the wall. He was motioning to the split in the fortified structure that he and Sam had escaped through. "O'Neill, I believe I know the Goa'uld responsible for the loss of so many victims."

Daniel made his way to stand next to Teal'c, "So there is a Goa'uld here?"

"Yes. His name is Ptah. Just before we escaped Rhadamanthus expressed the Goa'uld's desire to capture Major Carter."

"What would he want with Sam?"

"I am uncertain. I have not heard of this Goa'uld before."

Jack sighed in annoyance, "Daniel, know anything about Ptah?"

"Well, only what's been gathered through ancient texts. Ptah was one of the greatest Egyptian Gods. Uh, the ancient Egyptians used to worship him as being the creator of the Earth, uh the father of all the gods. He was also regarded as the patron of metalworkers and artisans....oh and as a mighty healer."

"A mighty healer?"

"You think that's got something to do with the fact that the people here trust Ptah to 'heal' the sick or old?"

"Could do. I'm guessing that our buddy Ptah's created a nice nest of unwilling, unknowing-"

"Hosts! Of course! Jack that's it. Ptah's been taking the sick or the injured, healing them in a sarcophagus or who knows...and using them as hosts!" Daniel turned to Ajax "He's been tricking your people into believing that they've gone to a better place to be healed, when in fact he's been turning them against you."

Ajax furrowed his brow, "I don't understand...None of our people would turn against us..."

"Not willingly. Ajax, the Gods are nothing but what we call the Goa'uld. They're parasites that take over the human body, they steal them because without them they'd be nothing."

Ajax sat down, bewildered, "So you are saying that there is no cause for the people of Elysium to worship them? That our Gods are nothing but thieves? We've built our entire civilisation on the thought that there's hope for those that suffer here. To take that away is like...." Ajax trailed off.

"I know it's a lot to think about but trust us, we've seen this kind of thing before. We've seen the Goa'uld take lives with no remorse and they destroy worlds. We can prove it."

Ajax looked up, "There is no need for proof. I have always suspected something terrible was happening, and I've never trusted Rhadamanthus nor his son. Your words may be hard to acknowledge, but I believe you. I shall do anything in my power to let the people of Elysium know that the Gods are pretenders!"

Jack winced, "Shh! Look it's great you're so enthusiastic, but first things first. We get Carter and...your wife, Pandora... and take it from there."

Jack quietly moved past Teal'c to peer through the narrow slit. He couldn't see much of the city, so it was hard to tell if it was safe to enter. Ajax watched O'Neill's frustrated expression as he squinted, trying to make out more of the city.

"I have an idea."

Jack turned to face the young man, motioning him to continue.

"If I go first, I can bring you through after me....as prisoners. No one will suspect my betrayal. But you will have to loose or hide your weapons."

Jack ground his teeth, "Looks like it's the only way in then. Daniel, any other ideas?"

"No, but I have a question. How are we going to make this look convincing? I mean there's three of us and one of Ajax...."

"Here, take this." Jack handed his gun to Ajax, "Just for show, you put your left hand here, your right hand here, with your index finger on the trigger... Should be convincing enough."

"Yeah...just don't pull the trigger on anyone..." Daniel took the clip from his gun and shoved it into his pocket, then tossed his weapon as far as he could into the forest. At least then no one could work it if it were found.

With Ajax equipped with an MP-5, they were ready. Slipping through the crack, Ajax quickly scanned his surroundings on the other side. Luckily, the coast was clear. They entered the city unnoticed, doing their best to look like they'd been captured (which wasn't hard considering all the practise they'd had in the past). Now it was just a matter of making their way to the Temple unnoticed.

Ajax glanced back at the three behind him and whispered, "The Temple is not far from here, but no-one is allowed out in the streets at this time of night. We will have to keep a sharp eye out for people who may report us to the guards."

With his head held high, Ajax began to walk, holding Jack's MP-5 as convincingly as he could. There was hardly a sound in the city now, and people were beginning to turn in for the night. As lights were switched off here and there the four men found places in shadow where they could walk. The further they got out of the heart of the city the darker it became until there were no lights whatsoever, save for a scattered few that made up the street's lighting. Ajax turned to speak once again.

"These lights are artificial. They were given to us by the Gods." He paused to contain his anger, "I am told by my brother Pollux that Rhadamanthus will soon be in possession of a great weapon also. The Gods give gifts to him for his loyalty."

"You mean for sacrificing more of his own people to Ptah's cause."

"So it would seem."

They fell silent once again. Up ahead they could make out the shape of the Temple. A few more blocks of houses full of sleeping people and they were home and hosed. When they finally reached the Eastern wall of the Temple they stopped to crouch behind a woodpile.

"Where's the door?"

"I have never seen it. Although I know that it exists. Pollux has told me stories about symbols etched on the wall where the door should be. Perhaps if we find those first."

"Any idea what they look like?"

"No."

"Alright, Teal'c sit tight here with Ajax. Daniel and I will take a look around."

Daniel and Jack stood and began to make their way over to search for the symbols. Suddenly, Teal'c spoke up in a hushed voice.

"O'Neill. Above you."

Jack looked up. Hovering above the Temple was a Goa'uld mother ship. Jack grabbed Daniel's arm and pulled him back towards the woodpile. The ship made no sound at all, and all of it's lights were off. For it's size it was practically invisible. Teal'c had noticed it when a patch of stars in the sky disappeared. It was still a long way up, but SG-1 knew that it didn't need to come close to the building to be able to transport people aboard.

Ajax glanced up at the massive ship, "They have come. We are too late!"

Chapter 18: The Hand-Over

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"Please, I beg you! Let me go!"

Pandora was on her knees, begging through tear-filled eyes to be set free. The stricken woman lent forward and extended her arm, gathering a fistful of Telamon's robe in her shaking hand.

"Please..."

Telamon pulled his robe free of her grip and crouched down to her level. Sam furrowed her brow, slightly confused by the compassionate expression on Telamon's face. For a moment she thought he was going to grant Pandora her wish, until Telamon roughly grabbed the crying woman's chin and barked into her face.

"Enough of this ridiculous behaviour Pandora! You are the next significant and there is no way that can be changed. The Gods have chosen you, and you should be grateful. Without their help you will surely die."

"I would rather die a thousand deaths than spend one moment away from my husband! I love him!"

"Then where is he now? Your husband, Ajax, is probably spending time at home, glad that he no longer has to take care of such an ill, dishevelled wife. He was the one who let the Gods know to choose you as the next significant. He is glad that you will be gone."

"No!" Pandora lunged forward, trying to get at Telamon's throat. The guards grabbed her and pulled her back to her feet. Still she struggled, and Sam had to hand it to her, for a sick woman she was still spirited... and strong. The guards had to use a considerable amount of muscle power to hold her back.

Telamon sighed heavily and straightened his back, "Violence will get you no where."

Sam knew he had directed that line at her, and she scoffed.

"You honestly think that the Gods are on your side don't you? Well take it from me Telamon, I've seen what's out there. I know what your Gods really are. I know what they do to people like us and it's far from pleasant! The Gods are parasites who take over the human body; they're Goa'uld. All their healing power comes from their technology, they can't just bring people back to life or cure their sickness by thinking about it. And to make it worse their technology wasn't even built by them! They had to lie, steal, pillage and torture to get it."

"Lies. Your mind is poisoned. I severely hope that our Gods teach you some respect."

"The Gods are fake! Surely you've wondered how they managed to be where they are. Haven't you even thought about what makes them so strong? Why the hell can't you people think outside the square?!"

Telamon laughed, "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Why would we question their authority when they have existed for longer than we have. The Gods built Elysium! And we owe them gratitude and unwavering loyalty."

"The Gods built Elysium for one specific reason Telamon. To use your people as hosts! To make more of themselves in an effort to dominate other worlds. This whole place is a facade! But you and your people have the power to put an end to it!" Sam attempted to take a step forward, but she was stopped by a guard's strong arm wrapping itself around her waist.

"I have heard enough of this banter. Silence her."

"Telamon, listen to me-" The guard muffled Sam's voice with his hand. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to try and pry his grip off her, but gave up when she realised it wasn't going to work.

Telamon ran his fingers through his hair and began to pace. He knew it wouldn't be long now, but he was growing tired of waiting and the thought of his father was making him anxious to return to him with some good news. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly when he heard the transportation rings activating from behind him. Smiling, he turned to face them and kneeled, ready to make contact with his God. The guards followed suit, pushing Pandora and Sam to the ground with them.

Sam tilted her head so she could get a glance at the rings. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the last twinge of hope that the rest of SG-1 would get there in the nick of time to save her was diminishing.

The rings descended in a familiar glow, then left in the same fashion, leaving a hooded figure standing in their wake. Telamon bowed his head. Dry and to the point, his speech to his God sounded like it had been practiced a million times over.

"My God, we are pleased that you have returned once more. And as promised, I have two Significants in my possession. One is Pandora, an ill housewife whose life would be better spent with you, and the other is Major Samantha Carter whom you expressed a personal interest in. We are more than happy to leave them in your hands."

Telamon then stood again, and mechanically walked to the back of the temple and doused the candles. The room was now half lit, the light being behind the hooded Goa'uld. Ptah removed his hood. With the light source gone from the back of the room it was impossible to make out his face. No doubt a 'tradition' engrained in the rulers of Elysium which effectively acted as a safety precaution. Ptah was making sure that his identity remained as much of a secret as he could.

The room was silent for a few moments as Ptah gathered his response. Even though Sam couldn't see Ptah's face, she could feel his eyes on her. A sick feeling crept into her stomach and she clenched her eyes shut for just a second, willing herself to keep her head.

"I am pleased. You may inform your father that I will soon make contact with him regarding our arrangement. Rest assured that your Significants will be looked after, and returned to you once they are able." Lies, lies and more lies. Sam never expected to hear anything else. Filtered through the host's voice, Ptah sounded deep and strong. The weird sound that usually accompanies a Goa'uld's voice was barely audible. It was almost a bearable sound... almost pleasant. Sam figured that Ptah must have been forcing himself to sound friendly. Otherwise he'd have a harder time getting the people of Elysium to put their faith in him. People were more likely to love and respect Ptah if he appeared to be compassionate and gentle. It made Sam sick.

"I will my Lord. Many thanks to you as always. I only wish my father was here to thank you personally." Telamon bowed his head again, then motioned to his guards.

Sam and Pandora were dragged to their feet. The guards brought them both before their God. Pandora was still crying, her sobs sounding more and more pained with each breath. Despite her emotional state, the wild look in her eyes told Sam that she wasn't going down without a fight. And she was right. The moment Ptah took hold of Pandora's upper right arm and dragged her towards him she began screaming and struggling like a wild animal.

"No! Let me go! Somebody help me! Please! Ajax!"

Ptah tightened his grip on the woman and brought his other hand up to her neck. In an instant Pandora was silent, her face expressionless. Ptah let her go and she just stood there, dazed, her arms hanging loosely by her sides. Sam was baffled, but her scientific mind kicked into gear and she figured that he must have injected her with something.

"I apologise for her behaviour my Lord. Her sickness has been affecting her mind of late." Telamon lied.

"It is no matter. She is calm now." Ptah extended his arm in Sam's direction, motioning for the guard to release her. Ptah grasped Sam by the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. A chill ran down her spine. Being this close to a Goa'uld was always going to terrify her, but she'd be damned if she was going to let it show. Ptah turned her around and grabbed hold of her right arm, then pulled his hood back over his head. After activating the rings, he took Pandora's left arm again and waited for the light to engulf both him and his captives.

Telamon smiled as the rings left the room. He had completed his task once again, this time with the added satisfaction of avenging his father. He turned to his guards.

"I will be sure to mention your good deeds to my father. You may return to your homes and get some rest. Tomorrow we look for the rest of SG-1."

Chapter 19: What Now?

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"Ajax, calm down!" Jack grabbed the Elysian man by the shoulders and hauled him back behind the woodpile they were using as shelter. It was the fifth time he had had to do it. Ajax had heard Pandora's ear-piercing cry for help from inside the Temple, and now he was in hysterics.

"O'Neill, just let me go! I'll find the door, I'll save my wife AND your friend! Just let me go!"

"It's not going to work that way Ajax! It's too late. Calm down. We're not out of options just yet."

Ajax slumped his shoulders, letting his chin fall to rest on his chest. He looked terrible. His dark red hair scruffy, his face pale, dark circles under his eyes, and he looked tired, exhausted even. Daniel attempted to offer some comfort.

"Ajax, we're not going to leave your wife in Ptah's hands. Trust us."

"It still makes my heart ache Doctor Jackson. She was my wife..."

"I know how you feel. My wife was taken by the Goa'uld too. I've never given up hope of finding her." Daniel decided not to mention that Sha're was dead, somehow he figured it wasn't going to cheer Ajax up. But he did know how the man felt. The same feeling of helplessness, fear and guilt had worn him down to the point of exhaustion on many occasions. Sometimes it still did.

"I am sorry to hear that." Ajax looked up at Daniel, "And I do trust you. Without you and your friends I wouldn't have the chance to save Pandora, and for that I am grateful. Please, forgive my display of weakness."

"It's not a weakness Ajax. I know you love her. It'll work out just fine."

Just as Daniel finished, Teal'c noticed the transportation rings' familiar beam of light connecting Ptah's ship to the Temple.

"The transportation rings."

Everyone looked up, suddenly realising that they were going to have to come up with a new plan. Finding a way into the Temple now would be useless; Sam and Pandora were no longer on Elysium. Jack ground his teeth in frustration and thought hard. There had to be another way aboard Ptah's ship.

"Ajax, do you know how long Ptah usually stays here after he takes your people?"

"No, this is the first time I have even seen... that." Wide-eyed, he pointed to the dark shape in the sky.

Jack turned to Teal'c, "Any ideas? If Ptah's taking people from here to use as hosts, would he necessarily need all of them? What about trade?"

Teal'c tilted his head to one side, "Are you suggesting that Ptah is providing the other System Lords with hosts?"

"Is that too far fetched?"

Teal'c thought for a while. Remembering the very first time he'd met SG-1. Apophis had gathered a score of women in an attempt to find a queen, and many more people had been taken as the children of the Gods. Before that, Teal'c had witnessed the trading of men, women and children between Apophis and those System Lords that he wished to keep on his side. It was possible that Ptah was providing the Goa'uld with hosts in return for weapons, jaffa or even his life. It all depended where Ptah sat in the ranks.

"No. It is very likely that Ptah has found a means of power, simply by procuring hosts."

"The other System Lords wouldn't destroy him if they knew he was their link to eternal life."

"Indeed."

Jack sat on the information for a moment. Glancing down at his watch, he realised that they were going to need some rest if they were to even attempt a rescue.

"Okay kids, let's find a safe place to camp for the night. We'll talk about this when we're thinking straight."

Jack looked up and glanced around, making sure the coast was clear. He was lucky to notice Telamon and three guards emerging from the Temple. Motioning for the three men behind him to keep low, he watched the four Elysian men as they exchanged a silent goodbye and headed into the heart of the city, blissfully unaware that they were being watched. When Jack was sure they'd finally left, he carefully edged his way out of his hiding place, and motioned for the others to follow. The four men silently made their way back through Elysium, hoping to find the crack in the wall again. Jack was hoping that they could spend the night just outside the wall. He really didn't feel like waking up in another cell. The trip through the city this time was easy; all the lights were out in the houses, and there wasn't a sound to be heard. They found the crack easily, and slipped through, glad to be outside Elysium again.

"We'll make camp here, well sorta. There isn't much to sleep on but..." Jack stared at the ground, "we'll just have to make do."

"I shall take first watch." Ajax smiled sadly at his new friends, "You deserve to rest first."

The Colonel studied Ajax's posture. The man looked positively exhausted, and Jack figured he'd probably fall asleep during his watch.

"And we need you on your feet as our guide in the morning, so you need to get some sleep. I'll take first watch, then Teal'c, Daniel then you."

Reluctantly agreeing, Ajax, Daniel and Teal'c shifted the leaves about on the ground in an effort to create some sort of makeshift sleeping area. Soon after, they were sound asleep, leaving Jack to his thoughts. He really, really hated the idea of Sam being alone on a Goa'uld mother ship with a System Lord he'd never even heard of. He was almost sick to the stomach just with that thought in particular, the fact that Ptah actually wanted Sam specifically made it worse. He knew his 2IC was strong, but past experience made him aware that the Goa'uld were professionals when it came to torture of the physical and emotional kind. And they were experts when it came to breaking one's defensive shield. Jack knew that it'd only be a matter of time before Ptah would get sick of Sam's belligerence, and god knows what he'd do to her after that. He made a silent promise to get her back in record time and he was damned if he was going to let anything stand in his way.

Jack sharply shook his head, trying to get his hazy mind to think of something else for a while. Casting a quick glance over the sleeping men next to him he stretched, ran a hand through his hair and rested his back against the wall. The moment Jack began to loose concentration he decided to let Teal'c take over. He looked at his watch again. He'd been on watch for almost five hours now, Teal'c would have had plenty of time to gain back his strength.

Waking his Jaffa companion up, Jack finally put his busy mind to rest. Teal'c took watch standing just next to the crack in the wall, glad that Jack was going to get a considerable amount of sleep.

At 0800 hours the next morning, Ajax woke the foreign men from their sleep, eager to get a plan of rescue into action.

"O'Neill, it is morning. Have you had a chance to think about a rescue plan?"

"I was asleep Ajax..." Came the Colonel's sleepy reply.

"I understand. I have been thinking though."

"Mmm..." Jack rolled over and slowly got to his feet.

"Perhaps we should turn ourselves in... Rhadamanthus may choose us as the next Significants. That way Ptah-"

"Oh no no no." Wagging a finger at Ajax, Jack gave Daniel a shove in the side, trying to get the archaeologist to get up, "Ajax, we need to think of something that Ptah won't see coming. We can't just knock on his door and offer the guy brownies."

Daniel sat up, fiddling with his glasses. He'd been listening to the conversation, his mind clicking into gear, "Unless we waited for the next visit and manage somehow get aboard his ship? Ptah's got to come back right?"

Ajax glanced at Daniel, a wash of sadness in his eyes.

"The Gods are timely. They come to claim their significants at regular intervals. Rhadamanthus always informs us of their arrival two days before the Gods actually come."

"And just how long is it between these... intervals?" Jack folded his arms over his chest.

"Approximately 28 days."

"Four weeks? No, that's way to long. There's no way I'd leave Carter with a Goa'uld for more than a day let alone four weeks. New plan."

Teal'c spoke up, "Is it not possible to gain the trust of the people by forcing Rhadamanthus to proclaim that the Gods are false?"

"No. If we rebel against him, the gods will come down to bring piece once more. It has happened once in our recorded history. There was an uprising, the people of Elysium were unsettled at the thought of their new ruler being a woman, - I believe her name was Leda - her guards turned against her the day after she was named ruler. They tried to kidnap her and take her away from the city. I remember reading the speech that she gave to the people of Elysium on the day she became ruler, "There is evil afoot and it must be stopped. Elysium is not what it seems". She must have known about our false gods. Never-the-less, some people were with her, some were against her, and in the end the Gods settled the dispute by claiming that she was mentally unstable, choosing Leda as their next significant."

"So they could cover their own asses and replace her right?"

"That is correct. She was taken by the Gods and was replaced by Rhadamanthus' great grandfather. His bloodline has been in power ever since. Leda had been chosen as our ruler as she was the only child born to the rulers at the time. There was no other choice."

Daniel snapped his head around, facing Ajax squarely.

"So you're saying that Rhadamanthus isn't of royal blood. I mean, if the Gods took Leda and replaced her with Rhadamanthus then... then that would have effectively broken the lineage. Think about it."

Ajax stared at Daniel. He wondered why he hadn't thought of this. After all it made perfect sense. Suddenly he was filled with a sense of hope and he grinned widely.

"Then the idea of rebellion is justified! And this is my means of rescuing Pandora! All we have to do is convince the people that Rhadamanthus is not our rightful ruler!"

"And how will this help?" Jack was getting frustrated.

"Uh, I think Ajax is suggesting a way to force Ptah back here before he's due. There's no way he'll just ignore the fact that there's a rebellion. He needs these people." Daniel was starting to think that it wasn't such a bad idea, "Jack, this just might work."

"Yeah, but it's a really, really stupid idea. What happens if it backfires? Hmm? We'll end up slaves to the Goa'uld or dead. Neither of which I'm rather fond of."

"O'Neill, do you have another means of rescue?"

"No Teal'c...Just gimme a moment to think and I might though." After a while, Jack turned to Ajax, "You said something about the Stargate not working earlier, how long until it can be used again?"

"I am uncertain. Why?"

"I'm thinking we head back to the SGC and find another way around this. I'm seeing the current plan as a suicide mission here folks."

"Maybe... but shouldn't we be trying to help these people also?"

A sigh, "Daniel, if you hadn't noticed already my focus isn't on these people's livelihood at the moment. I'm more interested in getting Carter and getting the hell away from this place."

"You mean not to free us?" Ajax's voice cracked slightly.

"Ajax, there's no way four of us can convince a whole planet full of people to switch sides. We need a better plan. If we can neutralise Ptah in the process then that will free your people. It just can't be done right here, right now. The Tok'ra owe us one, so do the Asgard, maybe they can help us out."

"All the while Sam's left with Ptah? Jack, who knows how long it'll take for the Tok'ra or even the Asgard to come to our aid."

"Daniel, I'm sure Jacob won't think twice about kicking some Goa'uld butt. Especially one who has a member of his family captive."

"It might not be that simple-"

"You're saying that staging a rebellion is simple?"

Daniel sighed in defeat, "No... you're right."

"Look, we won't dismiss the whole rebellion thing. With a couple of SG teams watching our six it just might work. I'd just like to try something a little more plausible first. Keep it as a plan B...or possibly C...agreed?"

"Agreed."

Jack sighed, glad that the argument was over for now. Brushing himself down, he started to walk in the general direction of the Stargate. The others followed in silence, still conjuring up their own rescue plans. They all knew that Jack was right, that they needed another plan and at the very least, more backup.

To be continued

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