Hello, and welcome to a story that has been a long time in the making. In a way, these characters have been my babies about as much as Serian was when I first started working with her, just over a longer period of time. I hope you all enjoy and review! I have most of the story planned out, but only the first six chapters written. However, I am very motivated to work on this, especially since I've gotten to my favorite part, so updates should be fairly regular.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or the characters that belong to it. Thyre and Thyra, on the other hand, are my brain-children. No kidnapping. Babysitting is allowed with permission.

Chapter One

A New Mission

SG-1 stepped through the Stargate onto a planet where the Stargate was in an open field. A large rock with a flat top stood not far away, almost directly in front of the Gate. The wormhole disengaged as the team walked down a few steps to the flat plain below.

They heard the sound of hooves, and turned to see a group of about five horsemen approach from the right. Daniel had just stepped forward to say his whole 'We're travelers from afar. We come in peace,' speech, when there was a bright flash from the direction of the large rock.

The horses whinnied and shied while the men tried to calm them. SG-1 turned to see who it was. A tall girl stood atop the rock. She had long, red hair, green eyes, and wore a long-sleeved blue dress. "Travelers, welcome." The men dismounted from their horses and knelt to the girl. "Must I tell you again?" she snapped at them. "You need not kneel before me. I am not a goddess, only a princess. A simple bow will suffice."

"I think I like the way this is going," Jack murmured to Sam.

As the men rose, the girl turned back to the team. She cocked her head to one side before speaking. "You come from very far away. You will want to speak with my father. He is king of this land. Perhaps you will be able to enjoy the hospitality of the Surface some other time."

The team watched in astonishment as the girl floated from the top of the rock to the ground. She turned again to the men. "You may return to your village now. I will tell my father of your good reception of the travelers." The men bowed, then remounted their horses and galloped back the way they came.

When the girl returned her attention to the team, the first person she looked at was Teal'c. "You are a Jaffa."

"I am."

"My father would not be pleased if I brought you to our city."

"We can vouch for him," Jack said quickly. "He saved our lives more than once. He's friendly."

"You are humans from Earth."

The team stared at her in shock. "How did you know that?" Daniel Jackson asked.

"The mind is a very powerful force. I am not so strong as my father, but I am strong enough to know that much." She glanced at the others. "Forgive me, I am being rude. My name is Thyra Elenando."

Daniel raised his eyebrows at her last name, but, instead of commenting, simply introduced himself and the team. "I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Jack O'Neil, Samantha Carter, and Teal'c."

Thyra turned Sam. "My father will be pleased to see you. We are an advanced people, and he will be glad to see another people with women who fight."

"I'm glad to hear that," she replied, thinking of the planet where women were kept separate from the world.

Ever the straight-forward one, Jack asked, "Why are you dressed like that? You're so much more advanced than the people we just saw, so why the old clothes?" Sam and Daniel rolled their eyes, but said nothing.

Thyra sighed and hesitated. "I am more comfortable in these sorts of clothes. Plus, the Surface Dwellers are easier to interact with if I dress more like them. I am sick of the whole goddess thing just because I use my father's tech."

"We know how that feels," Jack said. "We walk through the Stargate on most planets, and people automatically assume that we're gods."

Thyra smiled, then glanced up toward the sky. "Come. My father is getting impatient." Thyra pulled a small, round device out of her pocket blew gently across the top. Instantly, there was a bright flash, and the team suddenly found themselves standing in a rather large hall.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"The Surface Dwellers call it Thyra's Breath, after my sister, but it's really a mentally activated transportation device." The team turned in the direction of the new voice and saw a young man with short, red hair and green eyes like Thyra, but he was dressed in much more modern clothes.

"Thyre, this is Samantha Carter, Jack O'Neil, Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c. Everyone, this is my brother, Thyre."

"Welcome to Sytha," Thyre said politely, then he turned to Thyra. "You'd better go change and put your hair up before father sees you."

"Okay. I'll meet you in the throne room. It won't take me long to change." Thyra hurried off, and Thyre turned to the group.

"Please follow me. My father is anxious to speak with you." The young man turned and led the way across the hall to a pair of large doors. As they approached, the doors swung inwards to reveal a long, narrow hall that was clearly a throne room. On either side stood a row of white pillars that bent inward about twelve feet from the floor. They continued up and joined in an arch at the top.

Directly in front of them, was a throne on a raised dais. Sitting on the smooth, white chair, was a man. He had shoulder-length, golden-brown hair, blue eyes, and ruddy skin. His eyes stared hard at the team as they approached the dais, and his lips were drawn into a tight, unyielding line.

They had just reached the foot of the dais and given the king a polite bow, when he spoke harshly to Thyre. "Where is your sister? She was the one who discovered the visitors on the Surface, so she should be the one to bring them to me."

"She was briefly called away, father. She should be arriving shortly." Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from behind them.

"Thyra!" the king called angrily. "Why did you keep me and our visitors waiting? Will you never learn to be polite?"

"Forgive me, father," the teenager's voice was quiet and humble as she quickly approached the throne. Sam managed to keep her surprise at Thyra's new outfit and hairdo from showing in her face. The girl was now dressed in a white skirt that fell a little above her knees, green, heeled sandals, and a pretty, green and white blouse. Her long hair had been done up so that you couldn't even tell that it was long, tucked into a bun at the back of her head.

"Introduce our visitors," the king said, without acknowledging her apology. Thyra nodded, and took two quick steps up to reach the middle of the staircase that led up to the dais.

Instantly, her entire demeanor changed from chastised and humble, to majestic and princessly. "Your Majesty, I would like to present the Taur'i team, SG-1. Their leader, Clonel Jack O'Neil; his second-in-command, Captain Samantha Carther; linguist and archaeologist, Daniel Jackson; and," here, she briefly hesitated before continuing, "and former First Prime to Apophis, Teal'c."

"You have brought a Jaffa into our capitol city?!" the king thundered, rising from his chair. Thyra cringed, and then cried out in pain, her hands flying up to hold her head as she crouched on the stairs.

"My Lord!" Thyre cried, rushing to his sister's side. "The Taur'i can vouch for his change of heart. He no longer serves the Go'uld."

The king turned to SG-1, who had tensed up at the exchange, and were trying to decide what to do. "Is this true?"

"Absolutely!" Jack said. "He helped us escape when we were captured, and he has helped us many times since then. We would trust him with our lives."

"Very well. You will all be our guests for a banquet tonight. And you will stay with us tonight. Tomorrow, we will talk business and trade. Thyre, show our guests to their rooms. Major Carter, I'm afraid you will have to share a room with Thyra," here, he turned to the girl still crouched on the stairs being cradled by her brother. "Thyra!" he barked. She stood up as quickly as she could, Thyre discreetly supporting her. "You will show Captain Carter to your room. You will be polite and civil, and you will help her with whatever she needs. Your maid will attend both of you," he directed his attention to Thyre. "You will show these gentlemen to the rooms that have been prepared for them. Servants will be in to assist them with preparing for the banquet tonight. Clothes will be sent, of course. Now go."

"Yes, father," Thyre said with a bow. Carefully, he led Thyra down the stairs and gestured to SG-1 to follow him out of the throne room.

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