(A/N: Hiya readers, this is my new story...err...hope you enjoy... I would like to thank those who read and reviewed my story 'You're My Best Friend' however, it broke rules and they took it down- thanks to someone who grassed on me...and I did ask if it was breaking the rules...but that is in the past.
Anyways...my new story! Look out for an 'Atlantis' one soon as well...if I get round to typing it... there is a dream sequence in this story- it doesn't make sense just yet, but it will do in later chapters...I hope!
Enjoy! Ryan x x x)

They were overdue. Again. This time, however, it was different. They shouldn't have been overdue, for they were supposed to be on a peaceful mission to a peaceful planet that held no signs of Goa'uld activity, not hostile natives and no suspicious activity from the locals. Yet they were overdue. By five hours- so that would mean something had happened. They were in danger, again. They were never overdue, especially with out good reason.

'They had better have a damngoodreason,' General Hammond thought to himself. He had been pacing his office for the past two hours. It wasn't possible they would just forget the time. That was not allowed to happen, above all in the worlds biggest secret military operation. The Stargate Program, a program divided by supporters and those who want to procure alien technology in a way that makes them thieves. However, these issues weren't bothering General Hammond at that particular point in time. What was bothering him was the fact that his premiere team, SG-1, were five hours overdue.

The blaring of the incoming Stargate klaxons brought the General out of his pacing stupor, and he raced as fast as he could down the spiral stairs to the Control Room, barking orders at scientists to get out of his way. Not something he would usually do, however these were different circumstances- something had most probably happened to his 2IC.

'Receiving SG-1's IDC, sir!'

'Open the iris! Now!' the sergeant acted as fast as he could, with General Hammond over his shoulder. The General picked up the microphone, attempting to contact his team, only he was returned with static.

Green and red energy blasts came shooting through the Stargate's event horizon, leaving charred, blackened marks on the concrete wall facing the Stargate, and just as suddenly as the energy had come through, three members of SG-1 came diving through the 'Gate onto the hard metal ramp that lead up to and through the Stargate. The Stargate itself disengaged as the sergeant called for a medical team to be hurried to the 'Gate Room.

Major Carter groggily opened her eyes, then immediately shut them again. She was in the Infirmary, she could tell due to the clean, sterile smell of disinfectant. She tried opening her eyes again, this time more slowly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light of the room.

'Janet?' she said, with a weak voice.

'Sam? I'm here. How are you feeling?' Janet replied.

'Well if I'm here, then not great…my head hurts, bad.'

'I'm not surprised, you took quite a hit on the ramp coming through the 'Gate. You're lucky you don't have concussion- or any broken limbs for that matter.' Sam started to sit up, ready to get out of the bed, Janet however had other ideas, putting her hand on Sam's shoulder, making sure she stayed put.

'What happened?' Sam asked.

'We were hoping you would tell us that. You came through the Stargate at such a speed. And what looks like weapons fire had once again charred the wall of the Control Room.'

'We were ambushed by some of the locals…they weren't supposed to be hostile…where's Colonel O'Neill?' Sam started looking around, but all she got was the curtains surrounding her bed.

'Well, that's another mystery. Colonel O'Neill failed to appear through the Stargate after you…'

'What? He ordered us to the 'Gate, said he'd meet us there…we had split up…Daniel and I, Teal'C and the Colonel…Teal'C? Is he here?' She started to look panicked at the thought of the rest of her team lost.

'Teal'C's here, he has yet to wake up- he took quite an injury to his back and legs. Junior has a lot of work to do. Daniel's fine, just asleep.'

'When can I get out of here?'

'I want you to have a bit more sleep first, just to make sure you are fine.'

Sam fell into a fitful and restless sleep, wondering if her CO, Colonel O'Neill was still awake, wondering why the locals had turned on them…

She was walking through a dense forest, so thick with trees and plant life it was near impossible to see much further ahead. She was alert, it looked similar to the forest she had walked through before, before she and her team were attacked by the local people of P3X-549. It didn't strike her odd that she held no weapon to defend herself if they came back once more, nor did she find it strange that she was wearing the Infirmary gown she was required to wear during her stay there.

She had no idea where she was headed, she was just walking. Time had no meaning here, no the real sense of it. Finally, she reached a steam of water, not very deep, crystal clear and babbling along, meandering around the corner. She stepped into the ice cold freshness and crossed with out so much as a shiver.

Walking up the bank on the other side was a small open fire, surrounded by stones, and beyond that sat a small cave, disguised by the plant life surrounding it. It was difficult to see the greyness of the wall of it. The inside, an endless black from the outside. She turned slowly, expecting something, someone.

Sitting further down the river she saw what she was looking for. A person, with his back facing her, hiding his identity.

'You came,' said the person.

'Yea- took me a while though, I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.' she replied to the person.

'All that matters is that you're here now. I'm not sure how long I've been here.' he got up from the edge of the stream and turned around, pushing through a few branches to reach her. 'You must remember this, promise me you'll remember! Look in the top right draw in you lab. Remember- please?

'Jack!'

'Jack!' Sam yelled as she forced herself out of the dream, it had seemed so real. She looked around the hospital bed seeing no one. There was always someone there when she woke up- usually Colonel O'Neill…it took her moment to remember once again that they'd been attacked, her dream played on her mind as well…it had seemed so real. She had to find the Colonel.
(A/N: So what did you think? Good, bad? Ugly? All sorts of comments welcome...)