Title: Observations
Author: Kelsie B.
Email: [email protected]
Status: Complete
Category: Drama, Angst
Pairings: None
Spoilers: Everything Up To Season Five
Season/Sequel info: Season Five
Rating: PG-13 
Content Warnings: Language
Summary:  SG-1 is invited to participate in an exchange program that goes wrong before it even starts. 

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.


Observations


Daniel sat quietly at his desk, turning a brand-new journal over in his hands. He then opened it to its first page, and wrote in a somewhat shaky hand: Linmarria. Below it he wrote a date, then paused, and left the ending date blank as he turned to the first page and began to write.

I've never had to recreate a journal from scratch before. Guess that's pretty amazing when you think about some of the places I've been over the years - I think it was probably the fear of having to do just what I'm getting ready to do that made me so careful.

Knowing how this mission (and I guess I can call it a mission) ends is going to make it difficult to put this into chronological order, but maybe in light of what happened, that's okay.

It all started as many of our missions do - with an unauthorized traveler at the gate, so to speak.....



Present Day

"What is that thing?" Jack said, looking out into the gateroom.

"I was hoping one of you could tell me," General Hammond said to him and the rest of SG-1, as they crowded near the glass to look at what had just come through the gate. No, correction - through the iris first.

It appeared to be a small globe, hanging suspended in mid-air. It had not moved since it came through the iris a few minutes before.

"A bomb?" Jack ventured, but Sam shook her head. "I don't think so, sir. I mean - it's been here long enough to go off. I'm guessing it's a probe."

"Some other race's MALP," Daniel said. "Can we tell if it's been scanning us at all?"

"No - there's been no discernable energy coming from it since it got here," Hammond said.

Suddenly, without warning, the Stargate opened, and the probe disappeared again - straight through the closed iris. The Stargate shut down immediately behind it.

"Whoa," Sam said.

"Guess we weren't that interesting," Jack said, but grimaced as the Stargate opened again. "Then again...."

The marines in the gateroom tightened their grips on their weapons as three travelers stepped through the iris, and paused at the top of the ramp. One of them touched a device on her wrist and the Stargate shut down immediately.

"They're human," Daniel said, looking down at the man and two women who had emerged.   

"Hold your fire," General Hammond said to the troops. "Ideas, people?" he said to SG-1.

"Well, let's make first contact," Daniel said. As everyone stared at him, he continued. "If they had meant us harm we'd already be harmed, wouldn't we?"

"Maybe," Jack said, "Maybe not. Daniel!" he said, going after Daniel, who'd already taken the stairs down to the gateroom. Teal'c and Sam followed.

Jack grabbed Daniel's arm as they got to the gateroom. "Are you familiar with the phrase 'fools rush in where angels fear to tread', Daniel?"

"Yes," Daniel said, his eyes already on the group on the ramp. 

"How about 'curiosity killed the cat'?" Jack continued.

"Is there a point you're trying to make?" Daniel replied.

The visitors were looking at them curiously as they entered. Then one of the women spoke to her companions.  "They're human," she said. "Primitive, but no doubt similar to our early ancestors."

"This is wonderful - it's like being able to study our own people in their early stages of development," the other woman said, starting to walk down the ramp. The man with them touched her arm. "Wait, Areeta. We have no idea if they are dangerous. Those do seem to be weapons they are pointing at us."

"I think we'll be safe, Solnas. Our personal shielding should protect us if we startle them and they fire upon us." She turned to the other woman. "Coming?" she asked, with a smile.

Daniel's brow wrinkled in concentration as he tried to understand their language. Jack looked over at him expectantly.

"Well, Daniel? What are they saying?"

"I have no idea, Jack. It's not anything I recognize," Daniel said, starting to ease forward as the two women came down the ramp. The marines automatically raised their weapons as the three strangers approached.

"Hey, wait a minute," Daniel said, stepping in front of them. "Do you see any weapons here?"

"Stand down but stay alert," Jack said. "Are you sure about this, Daniel?"

Daniel didn't seem to hear him. His eyes were on the two women as they came to stand at the end of the ramp.  Both of them were very petite, only five feet tall, but with a regal bearing.  Their hair was bound close to their heads in neat braids, and their plain, functional clothing reminded Daniel of the BDUs his own team wore on every mission - with one important exception.  They didn't appear to be carrying any supplies.  Or weapons, he noticed - at least visible ones. 

Jack looked up at the man standing behind them, and the look on his face was one Jack was very familiar with - he'd worn it many times himself. He gave the man a sympathetic glance and was surprised to see understanding in his eyes. Yeah, guy, I know how you feel. Looks like your team follows your orders just about like mine does, Jack thought.

Before Daniel could speak, the older of the two women smiled tentatively at him and pointed to herself. "Areeta," she said, then pointed to her companion. "Breatan."

Daniel smiled back. "Daniel," he said, pointing to himself. Then he pointed at the man on the ramp.

"Solnas," the man said, with a sigh. He followed the women down the ramp. "This is going to take forever, Areeta. Do you really think it is going to be worth the time?"

Areeta turned to him with an annoyed glance. "Solnas, we are explorers. Not every race is going to be as advanced as we are, but that does not mean  we cannot learn from them." She turned back to Daniel and motioned to the rest of SG-1, and Daniel introduced them quickly.

"So now that we're acquainted...." Jack said.

"I would love to get a look at how they opened the Stargate," Sam said, eyeing their wrist devices. "Do you think we'll be able to communicate with them?

"It's worth a try," Daniel said, then motioned to their visitors. "Let's take them to the conference room." He led the three visitors out of the gateroom and to the conference room.  

Jack turned to Teal'c and Sam.  "I hope I don't regret this," he said as they followed.

General Hammond joined them there, and was introduced as well. Areeta went to the window of the conference room and motioned toward the Stargate. "What do you call this?" she asked, then at Daniel's puzzled expression, she stopped. "Your portal?" She made a circle with her hand, and pointed at the Stargate again.

"Oh," Daniel said, going to her side. "Stargate," he said.

"Stargate," she repeated. She motioned around her. "And this place - your planet? What is it called?"

Daniel was catching on quickly now. "Earth - Taur'i," he said.

"Taur'i - could it be?" Breatan asked to Solnas.

"I do not think that is possible, Breatan," he said, walking around the room impatiently. "Many of the planets we have visited claim they are Taur'i, the home of the fathers."

"It would be fascinating to learn more of them," Breatan said, holding out her arm so that Sam could look closer at the wrist device she wore. "These are a curious and brave people."

"Sam, could you come over here?" Daniel said, motioning to where Areeta had been writing on the white board in the conference room. "This looks like a molecular model, and I was hoping..."

"It is, Daniel - it's nitrogen," she said to Areeta, who then drew another symbol. "And this is oxygen." Sam took a marker, and drew another model. "Naquadah," she said, pointing toward the model. Areeta smiled, then motioned again toward the Stargate. "Yes, the Stargate is made of naquadah," Sam agreed.

"This is going to take a while," Daniel said to General Hammond and Jack, who were standing to the side.

"We gathered that," Jack said, with a sigh. He sat down and offered a seat to Solnas. "Chair," he said wearily as he pointed to it.

Solnas smiled at Jack and sat down. "I like this one - he has a sense of humor," Solnas said to Breatan.

"We are all going to need a sense of humor to continue this exchange," Breatan said, as Areeta, Sam and Daniel continued to go through elements. "Do you think they would mind if we observed them for a short while? It will give us a chance to learn more of them, and them of us."

"Do you think that is wise - how would we make them understand what we wanted to do?" Solnas said.

"They may not entirely understand at first - but I think the eventual benefits to them will make our purpose clear," she said.

Solnas thought a moment. "I agree." He and Breatan walked over to where Areeta stood with Daniel and Sam. Reaching out, they took each other's hands, and formed a circle around Sam and Daniel, who looked at them strangely.

"We wish to teach you of our world," Breatan said, even though she knew that Daniel and Sam didn't understand her words. "And learn of yours. Solnealinnia."

"Solnealinnia..." Daniel repeated, mystified.  Sam looked over at him with a questioning glance.



Later that evening, after they had shown their new guests to quarters at the base, SG-1 and General Hammond gathered back in the briefing room.

"So they want to take you through the Stargate? As some sort of exchange program?" General Hammond asked.

"As close as we can tell, yes," Daniel said. "It's been difficult trying to understand exactly, but I think they mean us no harm."

"How long are we talking about here?" Jack asked.

"It could be a while, sir," Sam said. "But I think it's worth it. They obviously have some very advanced technology to share, and seem peaceful." 

"Colonel, what are your feelings on this?" Hammond asked.

Jack sighed. "I think if they'd wanted to hurt us, they probably would have by now. I mean - they walked right through the iris. I think it's worth it, sir."

"Then you have a go," General Hammond said. "You can leave in the morning."



"Okay, it's field trip time. Everyone ready?" Jack asked, looking around at his team.

"Ready as we'll ever be, I guess," Daniel said, giving a small smile to their visitors, who had identified themselves as Linmarrians. Areeta opened the Stargate with a touch of her wrist device.

"Those things are cool - think that's one of the things we'll get to share?" Jack said to Sam as they walked up the ramp.

"We'll see, sir," she said, stepping through the gate.

The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back, looking up at Daniel's face.

"Sam?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

She sat up quickly, looking around. "I think so - where are we?" 

They were in a chamber that looked as if no one had been there in years.  The institutional tile floor and walls were crumbling and a thick layer of dust blanketed everything.  The Stargate behind them still crackled with a residual energy charge, as did the DHD in front of it.

"More importantly, where are the others?" Daniel said, getting to his feet and giving Sam a hand up. He walked over to the DHD. "Looks like it may have short-circuited or something." He started to reach out for the control panel, but Sam held him back.

"I don't think you should touch that," she said, picking up a piece of broken tile from near the Stargate and tossing it at the DHD, where it was disintegrated by the energy.

"Good idea," Daniel said, backing away.

"The others may not have made it through - they could have been diverted to another gate when this happened."

"Or we could have been diverted - I don't think this is the kind of facility the Linmarrians probably use on a day-to-day basis," Daniel said, looking around him.

"Looks pretty deserted," Sam agreed. She pulled out her sidearm. "Let's see what else there is around here, since the gate is going to be out of commission for a while."



Later that evening, Sam and Daniel gathered their gear together in a chamber near the Stargate.

"So - things could be worse," Sam said, ignoring Daniel's raised eyebrow. "I mean - the structure is sound, and it looks like we might be able to get the power generators back online. There appears to have been quite a facility here at one point, and the atmosphere outside is breathable and seems hospitable. We found a water supply that tests out to be pure.  I just wish we'd packed more than our laptops, but we can survive here."

"And there doesn't seem to be another living soul anywhere around," Daniel finished.

"Which isn't necessarily a bad thing," she countered. "Better no one that a lot of bad someones. I think it could be worse. I know it could be worse - I've been there," she said.

Daniel sighed, rubbing a weary hand through his hair. "You're right, I know." He paused for a second. "Things could be worse." He pulled out his pack and starting taking out several packets, similar to MREs. Sam looked over at him.

"What are those?" she said, looking at the packets, which were all covered in a writing she didn't recognize.

"Oh - I think they're food, actually," Daniel said, inspecting one of them closer. "I can't be for sure, of course."

"And you want to take a chance on eating one? They could be anything, Daniel. Their version of C-4, or rat poison..."

"Sam, you have got to get a more positive outlook," he said, tearing one open. "I found these in what appeared to be a dining hall. I doubt if they were keeping the C-4 there." He sniffed a little at the package.

"Don't tell me it smells like chicken," she said, watching him.

"It doesn't smell like anything - which I guess could be good, right?" he said, breaking off a piece.

"Daniel, don't you think you should..." Sam stopped as he took a bite. She was already getting a taste of what Jack must have felt like when trying to give Daniel orders on their missions. "...try to translate what's written on that first?" she finished.

Daniel swallowed. "We'd starve by then." He held the packet out to her. "Sort of tastes like vanilla."

She didn't take what he was offering. "I'll wait and see if you survive the night," she said, standing up and stretching.

"So I guess now you're my commanding officer," he said, taking another bite.

"That's not funny, Daniel," she said wearily, her back to him.

"It wasn't meant to be funny, actually," he replied.

Sam closed her eyes, realizing how that must have sounded. She turned. "I just meant....this isn't like a mission, exactly. Our only objective now is to get ourselves home or survive until someone finds us. Tomorrow we'll get to work on those generators, and see if we can get some power back on in here. A power source will help us reactivate the gate, if there's no other damage to it."

"And if there is other damage?" he asked.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she said.
 


One week later

Daniel and Sam looked up expectantly as they made the last repairs to the system. For a moment, there was nothing but a few dismal clanks - but then the power generators whirred back to life. At the same moment, the facility's lights came back on, and throughout the structure they heard systems clicking back on.

Sam gave an excited yell, and threw her arms around Daniel, doing an impromptu victory dance that almost knocked the two of them down on the ground. Then she let him go, spinning around one more time before turning back to him, her dirt-streaked face bright with excitement.

"I never thought we'd get that to work," she said, looking back at the working generators with pride.

"We didn't - you did," Daniel said, with a smile.

"I said we and I meant we - you're shaping up to be one hell of a junior engineer, Dr. Jackson." She breathed a sigh of relief. Getting the generators online had been a difficult project, but they'd done it. Now that they had power, they could survive indefinitely here - the power would allow them to get the facility's water supply, refrigeration units, computer systems, and climate controls back to normal. More importantly, she was sure that the power could be diverted to the Stargate.

"So how long until we can get to work on the Stargate?" Daniel said.

"Now - today," she said, wiping her brow. She took a deep breath. "Do you feel that? Air conditioning," she said, sighing.

"How long do you think it will take for the water to build up enough pressure for those showers to work?" Daniel said.

"Not soon enough," she replied.
 


One month later

"What's wrong with this thing?" Daniel said in frustration, pacing around the room.

Sam looked up at him from her position beside the DHD, mentally counting to ten to keep herself from snapping back at him. "I don't know, Daniel. I can't find anything wrong with the DHD. It should be functioning," she said, picking up another tool as she continued to work.

"And you're sure that we can't divert power to the gate and dial it manually?"

"Yes - as I've already said, there's a failsafe system in place that will destroy the gate if that's tried. I guess they didn't want anyone hotwiring the gate without the DHD." She tossed down her tools, and sat back from the DHD, glaring at it. "Why aren't you working?" she said absently.

"Tell me what to do and I'll work," Daniel said, squatting down beside her.

"I wasn't talking to you," she said sharply, then stopped, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry. There isn't a lot more that you can do here right now - why don't you clean up and get started on dinner, okay?"

He nodded, leaving her to work on the gate alone.

 


One year later

"Wow," Sam said, looking out over the bay. "It's beautiful. A perfect natural beach and harbor." She and Daniel had been systematically exploring the planet's surface and mapping the terrain. It was a nice break from Daniel's study of the Linmarrian language and her endless days split between trying to make the DHD work and keeping the facility's systems online.

"No signs of life - in fact, I haven't seen so much as a bird since we've been out on the surface," Daniel said.

"Guess we really are the only life on this planet," Sam said. She took out the tablet computer she'd found at the facility - correction, New Cheyenne Mountain - and recorded some data. "So - what are we going to call this?"

"How about - Sierra Gulf," Daniel said, looking out to sea.

"Sierra...." Sam grinned. "Fine - whatever you say, Dr. Jackson. Sierra Gulf it is."

"Why do you think they abandoned this place?" Daniel asked, as they walked along the shoreline.

Sam shrugged. "Could be any number of reasons."

"Well, it couldn't have been because of the hostile terrain," he replied, bending down to pick up a rock. "I've never been on a planet with such a mild climate."

"So far it's been mild - we've only been here a year, Daniel." She watched as he lobbed the rock out into the water.

"Only a year," he said, not looking at her. He shook his head in disbelief. "So what's taking them so long?" he said.

Sam looked at him sadly as he continued.

"Why haven't they found us by now?" he said, sitting down on the sandy beach.

She went to sit beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I wish I knew, Daniel."

They sat in silence a moment, then Daniel stood, taking off his shirt. Sam looked at him in confusion. "What are you doing?" she asked, as he tossed the shirt aside and started taking off his boots.

"Going swimming," he said decisively, throwing his boots and socks alongside his shirt. He took off his belt and glasses, then decided against stripping down to his boxers in front of Sam. "Are you coming?" he asked, wading out into the surf.

"Daniel," she said in disbelief, "I can't believe you're going in there! What if there's something in the water...."

"If there's something in the water, we haven't managed to catch it or even see it in a year, Sam," he said, diving into the water and swimming easily out along the shore.

"What if something grabs you?" she called out to him.

"Shoot it," he replied, diving into the water and resurfacing a moment later. Sam was surprised at how well he swam. One more thing she didn't know about her teammate.

She stifled a laugh. "I was serious, Daniel."

"So was I!" he replied.

Sam watched from the shore a few minutes longer, then took off her own boots. The water did look great, she thought. A little swim couldn't hurt.....
 


Two years later

"You did it!" Sam said, looking over Daniel's work. "Great work, Daniel. Finally we'll be able to understand all this," she said, motioning to the texts around them in the room Daniel had set up as his office.

"I didn't think I'd ever get to this point," he said, running a hand over his notes. "I should be able to find some records on this planet now - biological records hopefully."

"So that we can figure out what's safe to eat out there," Sam said. "I can't wait for that."

"Neither can I," Daniel agreed. "We don't have much of a choice, really. The rations we found are almost gone."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.

"Not right now," he said, still scanning the texts. "But you should learn this language as well - so that you can translate anything that might relate to the facility here, and maybe how the Stargate can be repaired."

"Right," she said, almost forgetting that the answer to the problems they'd had months ago with the Stargate might be found here. "Well, Professor - just tell me when you want to start."
 


Daniel and Sam sat around the table, eyeing the remains of the dinner they'd put together from the food they'd found on the planet. Once Daniel understood the Linmarrian language, it had taken him only a few days to find the information they needed to safely find which of the planet's fruits and plants were edible - fortunately for them, quite a few of them were.

"Excellent," Sam said. "You are one wonderful cook, Daniel."

"Something I learned to do on Abydos, actually. Not exactly fine dining, but better than those rations," he said.

"I thought Air Force MREs were tasteless," she agreed with a smile.

"Tomorrow I'm going to try grinding some flour from those grains we gathered."

"And make bread? That sounds good," Sam said.

"I found a recipe that sounds like it should be fairly simple," he said, gathering up their dishes. He caught Sam's look. "What?"

"Of all the things here to translate - you translated a cookbook?" she asked.

"Well - not the whole cookbook," he said, taking the dishes back into the commissary's kitchen area.

"Aren't there more important texts here than cookbooks?" she said jokingly.

"Are you saying eating isn't important?" he shot back.

"Point taken," she replied.

"It's funny the things that I miss - like certain foods," Daniel said a moment later.

"Big Macs," Sam said, leaning back. "French fries."

Daniel smiled. "I was thinking more about that Thai restaurant right off the base, but now that you mention it....."

"And TV shows - I had just gotten interested in The West Wing," Sam said.

"Wonder how the last two Star Wars movies did at the box office?" Daniel said.

"I wonder if they miss us anymore," she said suddenly.

"Sam," Daniel started, but she cut him off. "I mean - they all still have one another, and the SGC. Loss is part of life there - the program moved on when we were MIA. And I know it's selfish, but I just hope....that they miss us still," she finished.

"I think that's safe to say," Daniel said. "I'd like to think so anyway."

"It must have killed him, you know. Jack. Losing both of us in one fell swoop like that."

"I've thought of that a lot," he admitted.

"That is, if he's still alive," Sam said, giving voice to something that had been eating at her since they'd been on the planet.

Daniel frowned at her words. "You think he's dead, Sam?"

She turned to him. "I don't want to, Daniel. It's just - if Jack, Teal'c, and the Linmarrians had survived, wouldn't they have found us by now? I mean - how many abandoned facilities would they have to check?"

"You have a point," he said. "Or maybe they did survive, and the Linmarrians didn't. They wouldn't have known where to start looking."

"Or they just thought we died in the accident. It wouldn't be the first time we've been assumed dead," she replied.

Daniel nodded. "Still, there has to have been someone at the SGC who tried to find us. Is trying to find us," he corrected himself.

"Daniel, I think it's time we faced facts here," Sam said. "It's been over two years."

"I realize, Sam, that it may take longer for someone to find us than we thought..."

"Daniel," she said, taking his hand, "They may never find us."

He stared at her a moment before rising. "I'm not ready to give up hope that they'll find us, Sam. That Jack will find us. If he's alive, he's still trying. I know he is," Daniel said.

Sam stared after him as he left the commissary. "I hope you're right, Daniel," she whispered to herself.

 


Four years later

"Daniel, I'm getting a new appreciation for the work you do," Sam said, as she finished the exercises he'd prepared for her. He'd translated many of the Linmarrian texts he'd found, but had convinced Sam that she needed to learn the language as well. "I don't think I'll ever get fluent in this language."

"You're doing fine, Sam," he said, although personally, he'd been wondering the same thing himself. "You just need to keep working at it. It's a difficult language."

"I almost flunked high school Spanish, you know," she said.

"Well, don't let that discourage you - this isn't anything like Spanish," he said, with a little smile. He looked around her lab, where they were doing the exercises, and his eyes landed on a silver box she'd been working on. He took a closer look at it while she finished her work.

"What's this?" he asked, running a hand over its smooth top.

She looked up from her work, glad for the interruption. "I'm hoping it's a communication device," she said. "Sort of like the Goa'uld's communication devices. I can't get it to work."

"Do you think its range is far enough to reach another planet?" he asked.

"I don't know - I guess I'll find out when I get it working," she said.

"No "how to" manual included, I guess," Daniel said, looking it over.

"Not that I've found. I couldn't translate it if I did find it," she mumbled. "Damn it! Did you have to make these exercises so hard?" she asked, as he smiled.
 

 
"That's it, I think. It should be working." Sam and Daniel looked the communication device over once more before shutting its back panel. Daniel checked the text they were referencing one more time as Sam adjusted the machine's controls.

"Looks good to me," he confirmed. "Try it again."

"To anyone out there - this is Major Samantha Carter. Please respond if you can hear this hail," she said into the machine's microphone. Crackly static was the only return message she received.

"I think we're out of range of anyone that could hear us," Sam said, trying her hail once more time.

"Is there any way to put a looping message on it, that will broadcast out periodically?" Daniel asked.

"Yes - that's my next tactic," Sam said. Suddenly, the static cleared and a voice answered.

"Major Samantha Carter - we have received your hails. Please respond - are you in danger?" A man's voice boomed out of the box, and Sam and Daniel stared at each other in shock before she grabbed the microphone to answer him.

"This is Samantha Carter - to whom am I speaking?" she said, surprised at the nervousness in her voice.  There was almost a minute of delay before she was answered.

"This is the freighter ship Perquilla. I'm Captain Kernick. Can we render you assistance?" he replied.

Daniel let out an uncharacteristic yell that made Sam jump. She clicked back on the radio. "Captain Kernick - I certainly hope so. We've been stranded on a planet and have no ship of our own. There is a Stargate here, but it's been rendered inoperable."

Another long delay, then the Captain spoke again.  "Do you have your planet's location?" he asked. "We'd be glad to pick you up if you're on our route, and take you to the nearest port."

Sam looked around hurriedly for her notes. "Captain, we can't be certain, but here is our location as best we can determine." She read him the coordinates. "It's an abandoned Linmarrian base. Have you heard of the Linmarrians?" she asked.

A longer pause this time. "I have not heard of them," he asked, and she could hear talking in the background. "Major Carter, are you sure these coordinates are correct for your planet?"

"They're close," she replied. "Within a few light years, I'm sure," she said, then paused, waiting for his reply to come through.

"If this is true, then - we are not close to your position," Captain Kernick replied.

Sam's heart sank. "How far away are you?" she asked, looking at Daniel's crestfallen face.

"At the rate our ship can travel - more than thirty of our years away," he said. "These coordinates are far from the traveled space of our galaxy."

Sam closed her eyes in frustration. "Is there anyone you know of that might be closer that we could contact? Any one at all?"

"Major Carter, you are far away from the center of this region's planetary systems. I think it was quite fortunate that we heard your hails. I know of no civilization capable of reaching you in less years," he said sadly.

"Can you tell someone - anyone - about us anyway? Maybe someone would be willing to contact our home world, and let them know we're okay," she said. "Or maybe someone could help us with our Stargate."  She looked over at Daniel as they waited for his reply.

"I know of no such technology as a Stargate," Captain Kernick said. "However, I will try to tell your story to those in our confederation. Maybe others can help."

"That's all we can ask, Captain," Sam said. "Thank you," she managed, putting down the microphone.

"At least someone knows we're here. We may find others who can help us...." Daniel started.

Sam didn't answer him; only stood and walked out of the room without a word.  After a moment, Daniel switched off the communication device before going to find Sam.


Part 2




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