Title: Hundreds Of Letters

Author: P.L.S.

Summery: (Companion-Spoiler to Nabu) Major C. O'Neill is on the hunt for the guy who saved his life as a kid but the man just can't stay put.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 tv series, and are copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. In other words, I don't own it, I'm not making money off of it, so please don't sue.

Author's Note: This is a gift/ bribe for those waiting for the next chapter of Nabu. My computer is busted. That is my reason for the severe lack of anything. If you want info on any of my fics- groups. yahoo. com. slash group slash DropPoint - has notes and spoilers along with me chit chatting with Bellashade about the future of Danny. I do take input on plot and if you chat with me I don't get bored with a story.

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In the end he sees only the stars and then his plunge into a watery blue unknown. He didn't look back because looking back made you want to stay or worse, turned you into Lot's wife. He never wanted to be frozen, but he had an even bigger phobia of what would happen if he dared to become comfortable in one spot.

Many asked him over the years of his nomadic life just what he got out of it all. Why did he not just find a nice little place and seek out a quiet fire to live beside, to die with once his time was up. Wasn't it the traveling that stripped him of his life before, wasn't it traveling that landed him as a slave thrice, as a criminal on far too many worlds, as a traitor more times than he cares to count? Wasn't it his travels that lost him his loves, his friends, his worlds?

Each time he was asked some variation on that vein of questions he laughed. But it was a strange laugh of tears, amusement, and knowledge. But he never stopped moving. Wrinkled and as spotty as his skin was he never stopped moving on. When people were asked about him after he moved on they often talked of a teacher who was still acting like a student and one who made their athletes look so slow. Sometimes they spoke of a hero or a magician who gave them their past back. … But now there was a people who told of a lost soul who was still looking for a way to save his own people from themselves.

Right now, Major Charlie O'Neill, cursed his target's tendency to be two planets ahead of him. He had just missed the man by three hours, apparently the UAV frightened off the one who the Tok'ra called friend, the one who brokered a deal with the System Lords to forget about Earth in exchange for his freedom. All he wanted was to thank the guy who saved his life when he was a stupid kid and who never told his dad or mom about the close shave with his dad's handgun.

"Ah hell, I'll just get goin'. But if you see him again can you give him this letter?" the Nox woman, Lya, smiled at him. She tried to give him back the letter.

"I would if I ever saw him again, but the traveler never comes twice to the same world if he can help it. Besides he dislikes our forgetfulness of the universe's ills."

"Fer cryin' out loud, just keep it in case. I've got like a hundred copies of that letter spread over the 'Gate network." Charlie said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I see. Well, not that I would hurt the traveler's trust but Cimmeria is always nice to visit. And the traveler seems to enjoy great hospitality on world where he teaches." She smiled at him as she gave him that not so subtle clue.

"Coolness. Thanks, Lya."

"I just ask that you treat him with the respect he has earned."

"Hey, the guy save my life when I was a kid, I was planning on treating him like family or at least like the super dude that he must be." Lya nodded approvingly as O'Neill vanished though the Stargate.