Transported

By Oonagh

Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 is not mine.

Author's Note: This story has been written for a long time but I'm only now getting around to posting it. It's intended to be a light hearted piece of fun, not to be taken too seriously. Timeline wise, you can probably slot it in any time you want after the first half of season 4. Please review, I like reviews.

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'Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another's hand.' Bizarrely, song lyrics floated through Major Carter's mind as she ran stumblingly through the pitch black forest, clutching her CO's hand in order to stop from getting separated. That would be the last thing they needed. Or second last, at any rate. The last thing they needed was for one of them to trip and break an ankle. Carter pushed that thought from her mind and reminded herself to think positive and, above all, to concentrate on where she put her feet. At that moment her arm jerked and she heard a crash followed by muffled cursing.

"Sir?"

"Sorry, Carter. One of the trees hit me."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. We've got to keep going."

"Yes, sir." Carter felt her arm being tugged and they started off again but slower this time. Once bitten… That thought almost made her laugh out loud. If they'd stuck to that adage there'd never even have been a second trip through the Gate, let alone an SGC. And she and Colonel O'Neill wouldn't currently be running frantically through this forest at risk to life and limb.

Carter kept running, following her CO's lead until her breath began to come in gasps and she had to fight to keep from throwing up. Finally, pride gave in to physical need and Carter stopped, pulling on O'Neill's arm.

"Carter?"

"Sir…Need to rest, Colonel." Carter was panting heavily, despite her best efforts.

"That makes two of us, Major." Carter was perversely pleased to hear that he sounded as exhausted as she felt. They stood still for a moment. Carter looked around and she could sense that the colonel was doing the same.

"So, here's as good a place as any I guess."

"Yes, Sir." Carter sighed with relief and collapsed on the ground.

"Do you know, Sir, I really can't believe that this is happening."

"Tell me about it, Carter."

"I mean, when General Hammond ordered us to go on a teambuilding course I expected tea and icebreakers and…"

"Lots of annoying perky staff."

"Yeah."

"And instead we got a psychotic ex-Navy Seal who's determined to make men of us."

"Yes, Sir. And imagine how scared that makes me!" O'Neill snorted and pushed playfully at her shoulder. Then he laughed out loud.

"I suppose it could be worse."

"Sir, what could possibly be worse than orienteering at 02.30 hours?"

"Well, I could have been paired with Daniel." Now it was Carter's turn to snort.

"And besides, it's not orienteering, Carter. It's 'an illustration of how good teamwork can make difficult situations easier'."

"Sir, you astonish me – you read the brochure."

"Yeah, well recently, Carter, I've decided that I should probably try and read your reports so I'm starting small and working my way up."

"Sir, don't you find it frustrating to be always aiming for humour and always missing?"

"Hey, I am funny."

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." O'Neill pushed her again and Carter laughed. Then she stood up and reached down to pull her CO up. Her efforts were rewarded by a squeal.

"Carter! That was my eye!"

"Sorry, Sir. It's dark, Sir."

"Carter, are you laughing."

"Snickering, Sir."

"It hurt, for crying out loud."

"Yes, Sir. But you squealed like a girl."

"Did not."

"Did too. You sounded just like Cassie the first time she saw a spider."

"Did not."

"Great comeback, Sir." O'Neill hauled himself to his feet and reached out for Carter.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Carter. Was looking for your hand."

"Well that wasn't it."

"Yeah, I figured." The two soldiers fumbled around for a while and eventually managed to link hands once again.

"Why couldn't this course have been held on earth, Carter? At least then we'd have had moonlight and I wouldn't have lost the sight in my right eye."

"I really am sorry about that, Sir."

"And I'm sorry for groping you."

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"You crossed the fingers on the wrong hand, Sir."

"Oops." Knowing the darkness would mask her expression Carter allowed herself to smile.