Jack didn't sleep at all that night, how Sam could was beyond him. But this isn't as hard on her…she didn't lose anyone. Jack had to remind himself. As the sun rose he slipped out from under the covers. He'd meant it when he said he was going to farm the land.

Seeing that there was no edible food in the house, he set straight to work. The goats received the moldy grain; the cattle ate what was left of the grass. While they did so, Jack attempted to milk a cow, rather, he got his ass kicked by a couple of cows and got barely a bucket full. Sore, he carried the bucket back inside. Before him, Sam sat at the trodden kitchen table. She'd torn the draperies from the well hidden windows and the sheets from the bed.

"Hey," Jack spoke as he set the bucket on the table.

"Morning," she replied, "is that milk?"

"Yeah, it is. There isn't any food, I thought this might be helpful." He paused a moment, staring towards the fireplace. Sam said nothing as he walked across the room, moved a rug, and discovered a trap door. He opened it and peered inside, "Clear." He paused a moment, "I think it's a cellar. You didn't notice this last night did you?"

"No I didn't." Understanding what he was hinting at, she grabbed the bucket and joined him. "Is it cold enough for the milk?" Jack shrugged then motioned for her to put the milk there anyways.

"This farm's huge! We should divvy up the work."

No shit, Sam mentally retorted. The farm really was huge-at least five acres she guessed. There were chickens, goats, cattle, rows of corn, barley, and fruit trees. No doubt it was self-sustaining.

"I'll do the ranching, you do the farming." Had Jack's voice been even slightly strained it would have been an order. Seeing Sam's doubt, he reassured her. "I spent my summers as a kid on my uncle's farm."

She smiled. "Alright, but I'm also going to work on making us some clothes." His eyebrow shot up. "Yes I can sew," she rolled her eyes.

Daniel was fairly sure they were headed east-at least that made sense. They hadn't had trouble or run into any Nazi soldiers for hours now. Depending on how you looked at it that was either good or bad. The Nazis were west, north, south, just about everywhere; the communist USSR was to the east. Sam had lied when she said she knew when they were, the holocaust had lasted well over a decade, for all he knew World War Two hadn't technically started yet which left Daniel clueless as to where to find help.

Worse, he was fairly sure Jack new there weren't Allied forces in the area-Jack's fake optimism was bound to get them all killed sooner or later. He had to constantly remind himself that Jack had split the team up for a reason; a reason unknown to Daniel, and that meant he thought he could survive Germany without Daniel's help. Likewise, he found himself wondering, can Jack really speak German? This led him to remember that Jack's a first generation American.

"Is there something wrong Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c had stopped in the middle of the road.

"I'm not sure yet," Daniel replied in deep thought.

"You are worried about O'Neill and Major Carter?"

Daniel nodded, "Yeah, I'm worried. Something isn't right Teal'c; I just can't put my finger on it. It was almost like he knew ahead of time that this would happen, like he's here for some special reason."

He wasn't joking when he said there wasn't any food, Sam realized as she attempted to raid the cupboards. All she found were the moldy oats Jack had fed the animals. Her stomach growled and she mentally lectured herself suck it up! You don't need to eat that bad. Again, she did a mental inventory of the farm-chickens, goats, cattle, corn, barley, fruit trees…fruit trees!

She ran to the bedroom to get her backpack but got sidetracked by the barren bed. Fifteen minutes later, both her and Jack's sleeping bags were on the bed-though she considered putting hers on the floor. Right before they'd left she'd met his bitchy girlfriend-Mandy. She was slightly shorter than Sam, had dark brown hair (it looked like it was black), she'd complained about every little thing, yet Jack seemed to be head over heels. Because of this she had been utterly shocked when the colonel had invited her into his sleeping bag-it had been fucking cold though.

The fruit trees were at the far end of the farm. On her way to them she checked the corn and barley. Both were growing beautifully maybe I should grab some corn while I'm at it she decided to go back for the corn when she found a pot to cook it in. Apples, pears, peaches, plums, she hummed to herself trying to remember the rest of the words. Actually, she only had apples in her bag-but apples are apples, right? Even if they aren't quite ripe. As she walked past the barns she playfully chucked an apple at the colonel's head. He was sitting on a pail, staring at the cow he'd named Bessie, obviously having a hard time milking her.

The apple caught him off guard, he turned around already mumbling. "God damn it Carter! Oh…" he saw the apple, "uh thanks."

Jack watched as she nodded and walked back to the house then, picked up the apple and took a large bite out of it. He continued staring, trying to remember what his uncle had said about milking cows.

"God damn it!" Daniel yelled to no one in particular. They'd been captured, "How could I have been so stupid?" His ranting continued. It had been his fault, Teal'c had said not to walk on the roads and now it was Teal'c who was being beaten into a pulp. Hours ago, Teal'c had been taken from their cell way to go Jack he silently cursed his best friend.

He felt someone tugging on his shirt and turned around. In the cell behind him sat a little girl. "Hi," rang her cheery voice.

"Hi, I'm Daniel."

She grinned, "I'm Margret Melville. It's a pleasure to meet you." She had curly brown locks and baby brown eyes, her face and voice were gentle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too. So how old are you?"

Margret giggled, "I'm ten, how old are you?"

Daniel felt a blush creep up his face and suddenly the room seemed brighter-maybe he wouldn't die here.

"Your friend looks kind of scary but he's real nice isn't he," she continued.

"He's a big teddy bear." Daniel almost smiled. His cell door opened and Teal'c's limp body was thrown inside. The near smile vanquished, "You'll be alright," he turned Teal'c onto his side-he had to be alright.

Well, I hope you liked it-no I'm not going to tell you who Margret is in relation to a member of SG1…yet!

I got a request for this to not be an S/J romance but I wasn't planning on it being one anyways.

If you have any requests or q's please go ahead.