Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Stargate SG-1. I wish I did. I only own my own ideas, so don't get any ideas about sueing me. I don't have any money anyway, so nyah! This is the case for this entire story.

English: "Hello"

Japanese (or just: the language that Tenrai speaks): "Hello"

Hello, my name is Monotachi Tenrai, or Tenrai Monotachi if you speak like the people I am with now do, I'm a 20-year-old nuke-nin from Kirigakure and I just found out that life exists on other planets and moons. Yeah, you'll laugh and call me a nut, but it's true. Shocking, I know. Try to imagine my reaction when I found out. It included some dropped jaws and cups and bulging eyes. Oh, and choking on hot tea. Not funny.

I guess I should tell you how I found out, shouldn't I? Well, to get the whole story I would have to go further back. I'll start by telling about my family. I am the middle child of seven children. Yep, my parents were busy at night, wink wink, nudge nudge. I had two older and one younger brothers, and one older and two younger sisters. My parents were shinobi for Kirigakure, and my mom was killed in action when I was seven. No fun tine in our family. I myself became a shinobi when I was four. They called me a genius. My guess is that they just wanted me to die as fast as possible. Fucking assholes.

My clan isn't a large clan, never had been large, but we are infamous. We have a bloodline ability, a Kekkei Genkei, called Hyouton. It enables us to control liquids, especially water, and allows us to do with it whatever we want to. Sounds great, but the only reason we survived the Bloodline Hunts of Kiri is because our family was one of the Founding Clans and thus held the defences of the Village, the infamous thick mists, up. They'd be exposed without us. Not many others were as lucky as we.

When I was fourteen, I raided the Villages' scroll Library, took most of them and defected. I'd had enough of the treatment I got from the inhabitants of the Village. Shortly after my defection I met up with Hoshigaki Kisame, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Mist and an old family friend, and through him I met Uchiha Itachi. Uchiha Itachi, kinslayer. He was one cool cucumber when I met him, but after some time he loosened up and turned out to be quite nice. We became good friends, and around our sixteenth or seventeenth, a good couple. We were happy, those days. Kisame and Itachi were members of the Akatsuki, a shadowy organisation that seemed to be bent on world domination. When they found out what the true goal was, that being world domination by destroying everything and everyone, they started working against the organisation. I helped. And by the time Itachi and I were nineteen, he and Kisame left Akatsuki while destroying their means to get their weapon of mass destruction. Unfortunately, Kisame got killed during our flight by the blue-haired Konan. Kisame gave me his sword, Samehade, and in vengeance I killed Konan with it. After that, Itachi and I were on the run. We didn't get to run for long. About a year later, we were ambushed by the remaining Akatsuki-members. We didn't fair too well against them. After ten minutes I was exhausted and wounded and Itachi wasn't much better. We were desperate, but Itachi ended it. He kissed me, then send me away with my summons as he used a suicide technique to destroy them all. Or rather, I was dragged away kicking and screaming. It sounds rather cliché, I know, but all I could do was watch as my man, mine, killed himself to save the world.

I couldn't do much by the time my summon dumped me somewhere save. I was tired, bleeding like a pig and crying like a baby. Sounds pathetic, don't tell me, but you try to be any different when your love has just died. Yeah, didn't think so. I was clear enough, though, to keep an eye out for other people. I was a nuke-nin after all, and it wouldn't do to get killed so soon after Itachi saved me. What I hadn't expected though, was for the ground to give out under me, dump me through a trap hole, then seal me inside.

After that, well, just see how it played out…

Tenrai gasped for air as she pushed herself to het feet. Yeah, getting dumped in a hole so soon after having gotten a few ribs cracked or broken isn't a good idea. She took a good look around as soon as she was back on her feet. She was in a small antechamber of a large circular cave, with a few chairs, a table and a skeleton in it. She raised an eyebrow, ignored the skeleton and decided to gulp down a few soldier pills to at least heal her broken bones. She had never been as glad that she had studied some healing jutsu. The cuts could wait, she could bind those and all other wounds she could ignore. Better save her chakra for something important, like surviving.

As Tenrai entered the cave she couldn't help it that her mouth fell open in amazement. All over the walls were murals and seals, and in the middle of the cave, or rather circular chamber, was a huge strange metal ring on a pedestal.

She ignored the strange ring and started studying the murals and seals. The seals, for as far as she could see, were for containment, unbreakability, to keep in and never let out. The murals were much nicer to study. They told a story about oppression, about the false gods that ruled with an iron fist and a hair-trigger temper. They told about how the people first found chakra and its use, how they trained in secret with a man she recognised as the Rukido Sennin and how the people, who she realised with a start to be the first shinobi, drove the false gods away and sealed their world off, hiding it from the oppressors by sacrificing their own lives, leaving the Sennin to teach the shinobi after them to use chakra, to never be helpless again. The one thing they couldn't completely hide was the metal ring, which they then just sealed away.

Tenrai reverently touched the last mural, the one which depicted the victorious people. "It's our history…" she breathed softly as she trailed her fingers over a man wielding a spear of ice. "That little song that kaa-san taught us is true then." She laughed softly, then winced as she trailed off in hacking coughs. "Okay, laughing isn't a good idea."

She hummed softly as she kept trailing her fingers over the mural, then a humming sound made her whip around, kunai in hand. The metal ring, that had been still before, was glowing softly and seemingly powering up. Then the ring started turning , clicking into place piece by piece until with a whoosh a blue shimmering something erupted from inside the ring then settled in a sheet inside it, reminding Tenrai of a glowing blue waterfall. A round one, that didn't move. She gaped as the stuff shimmered a bit and people came from the glowing blue circle. Only having time to blink before something that looked like a cross between a lightning bolt and a fireball hit her in the chest. Tenrai hit the wall with a sickly crack, then fell down, ears ringing and spots dancing in front of her eyes. She was helpless as they picked up her limp body a while later and carried it through the blue ring.

SG-13 wasn't a lucky team. Some had speculated that that was because of the number of the unit, but fact was that they just had rotten luck. It couldn't be helped. Their last mission had ended in disaster again, and now they were guests in a Goa'uld cell. They were all relatively unharmed, only some cuts and bruises, but they had no idea for how long that would be. Major David 'Call me Dave' Hawkwood was pacing the cell, while Lieutenant John 'No, not the whiskey' Walker, Sergeant Hoban 'Just Sal' Saldana and Dr. Chris 'Don't call me Doc' Jones were sitting against the walls of the cell. Therefore they were all awake and prepared as they heard the stamping boots of the Jaffa coming towards their cell. To their surprise they spotted a limp body hanging between the guards as they rounded the corner. All they could see from the person was dark, blue hair, which rather surprised them, and a dark trenchcoat. As the Jaffa stopped in front of their cell, the force field that kept them in went down just long enough for the Jaffa to throw in the unknown person, then the field went up again and the Jaffa marched away. Chris hurried over to the person as soon as the Jaffa had disappeared, but before he reached the still figure the person groaned and rolled over, revealing it to be a young woman as well as showing the fact that she had been shot in the chest with a staff weapon. Her eyes were open, showing them to be a dark blue, as well as a bit glazed. Chris knelt next to her, feeling her pulse. "Still alive and conscious, though I have no idea how she managed that, seeing how she was shot with a staff weapon and had no body armour on. She also has some other wounds as far as I can see, mostly cuts."

Then he fell back in surprise as the woman shot upright and scooted to a corner.

"And she's back up." He commented drily.

They blinked in surprise at the woman as she studied them closely with a knife in her hand. Sal spotted it first. "Where did she get the knife from?"

The others shrugged in unison, then turned to look at the woman again, who had managed to push herself in a standing position but was rather pale. David sighed as the others all looked at him, then stepped forward, which immediately got him the attention of the woman, who narrowed steely eyes at him. He gave a weak smile and tried to look harmless. "Hi, I'm David Hawkwood, Major in the U.S. Airforce, that's on Earth. What's your name? And you probably have no idea what I am saying, do you?"

The woman looked at him, their cell, their lack of weapons then gave him a grim smile and placed a hand on her chest, while lowering her knife. "I Tenrai."

At the answer David cheered up. "Oh, you do speak English? It's just that not many speak it and…"

He stopped as Tenrai raised a hand with a bemused look on her face. "Too fast. Not so good."

At Davids nod she continued. "Where we?"

They shrugged. She rolled her eyes. "Who taker?" She struggled to find the right word.

"Captor, you mean?" John jumped in. He smiled as she looked at him. "I'm John Walked, call me John." He pointed at the others. "That's Hoban Saldana, just call him Sal, and that is Chris Jones."

She nodded. "Captor?"

Chris took over. "We're prisoners of a Goa'uld named Akhnaton."

She just looked at him drily.

"Of a false god." David tried.

"They true still?" Tenrai looked rather surprised. The others were also surprised, but then by her words. David frowned. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "They gone. All…" She struggled for a moment, then just drew a finger over her throat in the universal sign of killing. SG-13 blinked. Then they grinned. Tenrai just rolled her eyes again, then carefully took a step forward. "Now… how out?"

A short while later all five sat around the cell. They had decided to escape when they would be collected for interrogation by overwhelming the Jaffa. Tenrai had supplied them all with knives that she had seemingly pulled from thin air and she herself carried a short katana-like sword that she called a wakizashi. She had questioned them as much as possible on their opponents and the weapons so she could fight them better. As the stamp of boots came closer they all stood up. Then, as the Jaffa stopped in front of their cell, Tenrai grinned and crouched, and as soon as the force field was down she blurred forwards and in several quick movements all Jaffa but one were dead, lying in a growing pool of blood. SG-13 blinked, then crept forwards as Tenrai turned to the last Jaffa. She growled and brandished her sword threatingly. "Where ring? Not tell, death slow. Speak, death fast. Always dead." Her grin was pure malice. The Jaffa broke rather quickly and Tenrai finished him off fast as promised after getting her information. The team looked a bit dazed at her fast work. Tenrai shrugged. "Enemy. Dead enemy."

After that enlightening bit of philosophy they carried on. Not too long after they escaped alarms started wailing, spurring them to greater speed. They encountered a few patrols, but they managed to hide from most of them, and those that discovered them were dealt with swiftly and bloody.

It seemed to them that they reached the room with the Stargate in almost no time, although they did have a patrol on their heels as they jammed the door shut behind them. Sal hurried over to the DHD, swiftly slamming in the right symbols to make a connection and sending their code. David swore as the door started melting. "Tell them we're coming in hot!"

Sal only crowed in triumph as the little light on the device turned green. He ushered Chris through first as the door broke down, then dove through with John. David watched as Tenrai send the Jaffa back with a hail of metal that appeared from nothing, then quickly pulled her towards the Gate. "Come on!"

He ran through, and only realized that something was wrong when Tenrai pushed him in front of her just before they went through the Gate and she collapsed as soon as they were clear of the Gate on the other side.

Tenrai gasped as white-hot pain spread through her back. She had seen the bolt heading to the unprotected back of David (such a strange name he had) and had acted from instinct, pushing him in front of her and taking the shot for him before entering the blue ring. And as soon as her feet hit solid ground again she collapsed. Her body hit a metal ramp and she rolled down before she could stop herself. There was shouting and running all around and she heard David cursing at people and calling for something. Then he was crouching next to her with a wavering and weary grin. "Watcha do that for, Tenrai? You didn't have to save me."

She just gave him a shrug, which wasn't such a bright idea with her rather painful back. She frowned. "Ow."

David gave a slightly hysterical laugh, then started babbling about thousand-and-one things at a speed which enabled her to pick up about one word for every fifty spoken. The chaos around them grew less and then she was pulled on a stretcher and carried away. She just listened as David babbled about his sons victories at soccer, whatever that may be, and smiled.

Dr. Fraiser sighed as she stepped into the briefing room and several pairs of expectant eyes turned towards her. She smiled. "She'll live. She lost a lot of blood and has quite a few impressive burns, but nothing life-threatening anymore."

Major David Hawkwood sagged into his chair in relief, which was echoed in his teammates. Colonel Jack O'Neill, who was present along with his team and the General, piped up. "So you say that that girl took a staff bolt for you?"

Hawkwood turned angry eyes towards his superior at that question. "She pushed me in front of her just before we entered the Stargate, then as we came out she collapses and has a new staff burn on her back. Even I can connect the dots. Sir." He added belatedly.

O'Neill raised his hands in defeat as Daniel Jackson snickered in his coffee. General Hammond cleared his throat to get everyone's attention back. "Let me recap this. You were ambushed near the end of your mission and taken into custody by this Goa'uld Akhnaton. This woman gets thrown into your cell and you decide to also break her out. You escape and she takes a staff blast for you. That about right?"

Walker coughed, a bit embarrassed. "Well sir, it was more like she broke us out. She gave up the weapons we used and she went through those Jaffa like a hot knife through butter."

Chris Jones nodded his agreement. "She was frighteningly efficient. Brutal too."

"And she didn't know the Goa'uld. She knew of the false gods, but told us they had all been killed. She had thought that had been all of them." Added Saldana.

Colonel O'Neill perked up at that, but sagged back in his chair after one look of the General. Hammond looked at Lieutenant Walker. "She gave you weapons? How did she manage that? Weren't they taken away from her?"

SG-13 exchanged look, then John shrugged a bit sheepishly. "I don't know, sir. She just pulled them out from somewhere, so I guess they just weren't found by the Jaffa. I don't think I wanna know where she stashes all of them."

Janet Fraiser snorted at that, bringing all attention to her. "Sorry, sir."

"What's so funny, Doctor?" barked Hammond.

Dr. Fraiser shrugged with a smile. "It's just that before we could start treating her, she asked us to get a box, and started pulling knives out from the strangest of places. Then she warned us not to touch them with the words 'No touchie. Ow.', then she fell unconscious. We haven't touched the box yet, and aren't going to do it. I just had to think of that again."

"She cooperated? What were the results of the tests, Doctor?" questioned the General.

"She's clean, and human." answered Fraiser. "No signs of ever having come in contact with the Goa'uld. A lot of scars, mostly from bladed weapons and she has signs of having broken bones quite a lot. Two tattoos, one on her left arm of what looks to be a six-tailed weasel and a strange wave-like symbol on her right upper arm. Doesn't look Goa'uld. And yes, she cooperated, General. Seemed rather curious about our methods but didn't fight or refused tests."

Hammond nodded, satisfied. "Good. Major Hawkwood, I expect your rapports soon, and you and your team will be responsible for our guest for as long as she stays here. I think that Doctor Jackson would be willing to translate if necessary?"

After Doctor Jackson agreed, the meeting was broken up and Fraiser was tailed by an determined SG-13 back to the infirmary.