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" " = English // // = native language * *= goa'uld
* * * *
//Semla?//
//Yes Frn.//
//How is she?//
//Not well. But, I believe she will live. Her spirit is strong.//
//Will that be enough?//
//It may be the deciding factor. She has broken her arm and the bones in her side. Her leg was badly torn, I had difficulties stopping the blood. There is something else wrong, but I can not find any other wounds. Something just feels wrong, and I don't know what to do.// Semla sighed.
There was shouting outside. Turfn then Erkin burst into the hut.
//It is true!// Turfn shouted as his eyes rested on Sam. He moved to gab her only to have Erkin stop him.
//Don't. She is greatly injured!//
//She?!?// Turfn looked down. //She and her friends were great warriors but foolish! They angered the glowing one on the far side of the valley.//
//Now I understand.// Semla said. She stood and gathered some new herbs and began crushing them. //You mentioned friends?//
//Yes they were hit by the white lightening. This one was still fighting, they took her away.//
//What of the others? Do they live?//
//The stone circle turned to a pool of water and more dressed as they stepped through. They yelled a lot then carried the others back through the waters.//
//Send the Pathn's to the Circle. If others come back bring them here.//
//She must not stay here!// Turfn cried.
//We will not leave her to die!// Semla glared up at Turfn.
//She's angered the evil ones! They will surly follow her here!//
//They will not. They haven't visited here in many years. They know they can not defeat us.// Semla turned back to Sam brushing dirty hair from her face. //Go now. The circle is a day's walk. Erkin go with Turfn and tell the Pathn's what is happening here so they may tell her friends. Go now.//
//You grow soft!// Turfn yelled. //This stranger will bring.//
//You question my ability to protect this village?!// Semla's voice was full of venom yet quite, mindful of the sleeping woman before her.
Turfn lowered his gaze, //I will inform the Pathn's.//
The hut cleared quickly. They knew Semla needed time to herself to calm down. Semla glanced at the door for a moment after the last of the warriors left. Turning to her charge she sighed, now was not the time for her temper to flair. Picking up a bowl of water she began to clean away the grim and dried blood. //What are we going to do with you?//
* * * *
Frn slipped into Semla's hut in the early morning to find Semla sleeping in a chair next to the woman's bed. As she quietly moved closer Frn gasped. Sam was still on the bed, her pants were replaced with those of the warriors. Her top was still covered with the strange black fur but the green outer layer was removed. What had shocked her was Sam's hair. Frn moved closer, reaching out to touch the golden locks and accidentally brushed across on of the many cuts marring Sam's face causing her to moan. Sam's moan startled Semla awake, she looked between Sam and a wide eyed Frn.
//I. . . I'm. . .You see. . .// Frn stuttered.
//Shh,// Semla's voice was soft, //we don't want to wake her.//
//Semla, her hair.// Frn whispered.
//I know. And so you don't terrify her when she does awake, her eyes are as the sky.// Semla ran her hand soothing through Sam's blond hair.
//Is she a god?//
//No.//
Sam slowly became aware of the pain. Soft murmuring voices reached her ears as did someone gently running their hand though her hair. Janet? Daniel? The Colonel? Sam struggled to understand the voices, the words seemed jumbled. Memories returned, death, torture, running. Sam jumped up scaring Semla and Frn, nearly tumbling out of bed in a heap. She found her feet and moved back away from the strange women, eyes wild, looking for an escape. Bumping into a table Sam's leg gave out, she forced herself to swallow the scream that threatened to tumble out.
Semla reacted when Sam swayed on her feet, reaching out to prevent her fall. Sam panicked, moving back farther into the corner. Semla let her arms fall back to her sides, sighed, and shook her head. Sam's eyes darted between the two women then around the room quickly before darting back once again to the women before her.
//Semla, her leg.// Frn spoke quietly drawing her attention to the blood seeping through Sam's bandage.
Something clicked in Sam's mind, she thought it had been a dream, an illusion created to break down her resolve.
"Semla?" Sam spoke, her voice reveling the pain she was in.
Semla and Frn turned their attention from the wound. Semla smiled and took a small step forward. "Sam."
Sam almost laughed. She did it, after three failed attempts she had finally gotten away from her Goa'uld captor. The adrenaline rush seemed to die way with her realization and was replaced with pain. Sam's legs gave out on her, only Semla's quick reflexes kept her from hitting the floor. Sam leaned heavily on her as she was led back to the bed. Semla was unable to slow Sam as she plopped don in the bed-her legs finally betraying her. The jolt jarred her ribs causing her to gasp in pain. This in turn caused more pain. Pain caused deep gasping breaths, deep breaths caused more pain. Sam closed her eyes struggling to control her panic, to calm her breathing, and break the cycle. She felt two sets of hands carefully lower her to the bed. Gently hands brushed her hair from her face and she could hear one of the women softly singing. Sam felt her breathing ease, her mind struggled to stay awake but the pain pulled her under and she soon succumbed to sleep.
* * * *
"Sir why. . ." Janet spoke as she entered the briefing room.
"Hold on Doctor you'll understand in a moment." Hammond gestured for her to sit. "We've sent a MALP back to P3X-493 and retrieved this video."
The lights dimmed as the playback began. There was a group of natives, one stepped forward and spoke one word, "Sam." The native made the motion of breaking something in half then he pointed to his arm and his ribs. Next he took out his knives and made a stabbing motion toward his leg. He then repeated Sam's name and pointed away from the gate. The video ended and the lights came back up.
"We have to go!" Jack looked tense. "If they hurt her. . ."
"Jack I don't think that was a threat." Daniel stopped Jack. "I think they're trying to say she's hurt."
"I agree." Hammond spoke up. "That's why Dr. Fraiser will be accompanying you back to the planet. Doctor, how long will it take for you to be ready?"
"They are already off world emergency kits, give me five minutes to add a few items. Sir, I believe we should bring along SG-2."
"We can handle ourselves just fine Doc. We don't need to bring along those jar heads."
"Colonel!"
"Sir, with all due respect, if the injury to Sam's leg is severe she will need to be carried back to the gate. I have no doubt Teal'c could do it on his own but I feel a stretcher would be more comfortable."
"We can handle it, Carter's light."
"Jack, we don't know how far she is from the gate. It can't hurt." Daniel added.
"There are no SG teams available at the moment Doctor, however Major Feretti and Captain Wilkins can be removed from their assignments temporarily."
"Fine." Colonel O'Neill grumbled.
"Very well people, you have a go," Before the words were out of his mouth the four were scrambling to get what they needed, none of them heard his final words, "bring her home safe."
Fifteen minutes later they stepped out of the gate, there was a few tense moments as O'Neill expected the native men before him to attack. To his surprise they simply turned and began walking.
"Sam." A talk man spoke over his shoulder as he pointed in the direction they were headed without slowing his pace.
"Well I guess we go this way." O'Neill said as they followed behind the natives.
* * * *
//Semla! Your woman is wandering the village.// Erkin barked light heartedly.
Semla's eyes snapped open, blinking in the early morning light. Her gaze darted between Erkin and the empty bed, causing him to laugh.
//Two days and she is up and around. Either you are getting better or this woman is truly a god.//
//She's no god Erkin, you know how we found her.//
//Yes I do and that makes seeing her now even more remarkable. The others are talking. They believe her to be a gift from the gods at the very least. She has hair of the sun, eyes of the sky and she walks among us days after she was carried here.// Erkin stopped as he saw Semla's worried face.
//Then let us find her before. . .well let us find her.//
They exited the hut and headed toward the murmuring group of villagers gathered in the center of the village. Sam stood in the middle of a group of curious villagers clutching her broken arm protectively to her chest. Semla and Erkin pushed through the crowd toward Sam. Before they could get there a young over excited girl jumped up next to Sam and gave her a huge hug. Sam had seen in coming and had a few seconds to brace herself for the pain. She managed to keep herself up right but couldn't prevent the cry from escaping her lips. The little girl jumped back and Sam wrapped her good arm around herself. Semla reached Sam shortly after and coaxed her into a seated position before addressing the group.
//What are you trying to do?//
//She is a god!// Someone shouted.
//No. She is a woman, an injured woman.//
//She can't be one of us! Her hair.//
//Yes I know. And her eyes are different and she possess a strength and will greater then most of our warriors. But she. is. no. god.// Semla called out to the crowd. //A god would not walk among us injured. Even those who claim to be gods would not walk among us in a state where a small girl could cause them pain.//
//Then who is she? Why is she here?//
//She is here because she needs our help. Now next time you see her do not mob her!// Semla turned her back to the crowd effectively stopping any questions and went to help Sam up.
"I'm fine, I can walk by myself." Sam pushed away the helping hands. Semla shook her head and led the way through the crowd.
"Sam!"
Sam's head snapped up at the familiar voice. Relief flooded through her as she saw SG-1 and Janet quickly approaching. Sam dropped to her knees, emotions overwhelming her. The guys were alive! And they were her to take her home. Semla was by her side only seconds before Janet. Janet saw her friend in tears and gently wrapped her arms around her, careful of any injuries.
"God, I though they were dead." Sam cried. A deep breath turned into a pained gasp which sent Janet into doctor mode.
"Sam. Where are you hurt?"
Sam looked around her. They guys formed a protective circle around her. Semla followed her gaze, when it fell on Teal'c she jumped up-the air around her suddenly whipping around them.
*Foul being! You dare enter this sacred place!* Semla shouted in Goa'uld before knocking Teal'c back a few steps without touching him. *I will send you back to your master in pieces!*
"No!" Sam jumped up, knocking Janet over in the process, and threw herself between Semla and Teal'c. *Friend! Semla he helps us! He fights against the goa'uld! Please!*
The fierce wind threatened to topple Sam, who was already exhausted from her trip around the village.
*No! He is evil!* The wind flared with Semla's rage, blowing hard enough to toss Sam to the ground knocking her out cold.
" " = English // // = native language * *= goa'uld
* * * *
//Semla?//
//Yes Frn.//
//How is she?//
//Not well. But, I believe she will live. Her spirit is strong.//
//Will that be enough?//
//It may be the deciding factor. She has broken her arm and the bones in her side. Her leg was badly torn, I had difficulties stopping the blood. There is something else wrong, but I can not find any other wounds. Something just feels wrong, and I don't know what to do.// Semla sighed.
There was shouting outside. Turfn then Erkin burst into the hut.
//It is true!// Turfn shouted as his eyes rested on Sam. He moved to gab her only to have Erkin stop him.
//Don't. She is greatly injured!//
//She?!?// Turfn looked down. //She and her friends were great warriors but foolish! They angered the glowing one on the far side of the valley.//
//Now I understand.// Semla said. She stood and gathered some new herbs and began crushing them. //You mentioned friends?//
//Yes they were hit by the white lightening. This one was still fighting, they took her away.//
//What of the others? Do they live?//
//The stone circle turned to a pool of water and more dressed as they stepped through. They yelled a lot then carried the others back through the waters.//
//Send the Pathn's to the Circle. If others come back bring them here.//
//She must not stay here!// Turfn cried.
//We will not leave her to die!// Semla glared up at Turfn.
//She's angered the evil ones! They will surly follow her here!//
//They will not. They haven't visited here in many years. They know they can not defeat us.// Semla turned back to Sam brushing dirty hair from her face. //Go now. The circle is a day's walk. Erkin go with Turfn and tell the Pathn's what is happening here so they may tell her friends. Go now.//
//You grow soft!// Turfn yelled. //This stranger will bring.//
//You question my ability to protect this village?!// Semla's voice was full of venom yet quite, mindful of the sleeping woman before her.
Turfn lowered his gaze, //I will inform the Pathn's.//
The hut cleared quickly. They knew Semla needed time to herself to calm down. Semla glanced at the door for a moment after the last of the warriors left. Turning to her charge she sighed, now was not the time for her temper to flair. Picking up a bowl of water she began to clean away the grim and dried blood. //What are we going to do with you?//
* * * *
Frn slipped into Semla's hut in the early morning to find Semla sleeping in a chair next to the woman's bed. As she quietly moved closer Frn gasped. Sam was still on the bed, her pants were replaced with those of the warriors. Her top was still covered with the strange black fur but the green outer layer was removed. What had shocked her was Sam's hair. Frn moved closer, reaching out to touch the golden locks and accidentally brushed across on of the many cuts marring Sam's face causing her to moan. Sam's moan startled Semla awake, she looked between Sam and a wide eyed Frn.
//I. . . I'm. . .You see. . .// Frn stuttered.
//Shh,// Semla's voice was soft, //we don't want to wake her.//
//Semla, her hair.// Frn whispered.
//I know. And so you don't terrify her when she does awake, her eyes are as the sky.// Semla ran her hand soothing through Sam's blond hair.
//Is she a god?//
//No.//
Sam slowly became aware of the pain. Soft murmuring voices reached her ears as did someone gently running their hand though her hair. Janet? Daniel? The Colonel? Sam struggled to understand the voices, the words seemed jumbled. Memories returned, death, torture, running. Sam jumped up scaring Semla and Frn, nearly tumbling out of bed in a heap. She found her feet and moved back away from the strange women, eyes wild, looking for an escape. Bumping into a table Sam's leg gave out, she forced herself to swallow the scream that threatened to tumble out.
Semla reacted when Sam swayed on her feet, reaching out to prevent her fall. Sam panicked, moving back farther into the corner. Semla let her arms fall back to her sides, sighed, and shook her head. Sam's eyes darted between the two women then around the room quickly before darting back once again to the women before her.
//Semla, her leg.// Frn spoke quietly drawing her attention to the blood seeping through Sam's bandage.
Something clicked in Sam's mind, she thought it had been a dream, an illusion created to break down her resolve.
"Semla?" Sam spoke, her voice reveling the pain she was in.
Semla and Frn turned their attention from the wound. Semla smiled and took a small step forward. "Sam."
Sam almost laughed. She did it, after three failed attempts she had finally gotten away from her Goa'uld captor. The adrenaline rush seemed to die way with her realization and was replaced with pain. Sam's legs gave out on her, only Semla's quick reflexes kept her from hitting the floor. Sam leaned heavily on her as she was led back to the bed. Semla was unable to slow Sam as she plopped don in the bed-her legs finally betraying her. The jolt jarred her ribs causing her to gasp in pain. This in turn caused more pain. Pain caused deep gasping breaths, deep breaths caused more pain. Sam closed her eyes struggling to control her panic, to calm her breathing, and break the cycle. She felt two sets of hands carefully lower her to the bed. Gently hands brushed her hair from her face and she could hear one of the women softly singing. Sam felt her breathing ease, her mind struggled to stay awake but the pain pulled her under and she soon succumbed to sleep.
* * * *
"Sir why. . ." Janet spoke as she entered the briefing room.
"Hold on Doctor you'll understand in a moment." Hammond gestured for her to sit. "We've sent a MALP back to P3X-493 and retrieved this video."
The lights dimmed as the playback began. There was a group of natives, one stepped forward and spoke one word, "Sam." The native made the motion of breaking something in half then he pointed to his arm and his ribs. Next he took out his knives and made a stabbing motion toward his leg. He then repeated Sam's name and pointed away from the gate. The video ended and the lights came back up.
"We have to go!" Jack looked tense. "If they hurt her. . ."
"Jack I don't think that was a threat." Daniel stopped Jack. "I think they're trying to say she's hurt."
"I agree." Hammond spoke up. "That's why Dr. Fraiser will be accompanying you back to the planet. Doctor, how long will it take for you to be ready?"
"They are already off world emergency kits, give me five minutes to add a few items. Sir, I believe we should bring along SG-2."
"We can handle ourselves just fine Doc. We don't need to bring along those jar heads."
"Colonel!"
"Sir, with all due respect, if the injury to Sam's leg is severe she will need to be carried back to the gate. I have no doubt Teal'c could do it on his own but I feel a stretcher would be more comfortable."
"We can handle it, Carter's light."
"Jack, we don't know how far she is from the gate. It can't hurt." Daniel added.
"There are no SG teams available at the moment Doctor, however Major Feretti and Captain Wilkins can be removed from their assignments temporarily."
"Fine." Colonel O'Neill grumbled.
"Very well people, you have a go," Before the words were out of his mouth the four were scrambling to get what they needed, none of them heard his final words, "bring her home safe."
Fifteen minutes later they stepped out of the gate, there was a few tense moments as O'Neill expected the native men before him to attack. To his surprise they simply turned and began walking.
"Sam." A talk man spoke over his shoulder as he pointed in the direction they were headed without slowing his pace.
"Well I guess we go this way." O'Neill said as they followed behind the natives.
* * * *
//Semla! Your woman is wandering the village.// Erkin barked light heartedly.
Semla's eyes snapped open, blinking in the early morning light. Her gaze darted between Erkin and the empty bed, causing him to laugh.
//Two days and she is up and around. Either you are getting better or this woman is truly a god.//
//She's no god Erkin, you know how we found her.//
//Yes I do and that makes seeing her now even more remarkable. The others are talking. They believe her to be a gift from the gods at the very least. She has hair of the sun, eyes of the sky and she walks among us days after she was carried here.// Erkin stopped as he saw Semla's worried face.
//Then let us find her before. . .well let us find her.//
They exited the hut and headed toward the murmuring group of villagers gathered in the center of the village. Sam stood in the middle of a group of curious villagers clutching her broken arm protectively to her chest. Semla and Erkin pushed through the crowd toward Sam. Before they could get there a young over excited girl jumped up next to Sam and gave her a huge hug. Sam had seen in coming and had a few seconds to brace herself for the pain. She managed to keep herself up right but couldn't prevent the cry from escaping her lips. The little girl jumped back and Sam wrapped her good arm around herself. Semla reached Sam shortly after and coaxed her into a seated position before addressing the group.
//What are you trying to do?//
//She is a god!// Someone shouted.
//No. She is a woman, an injured woman.//
//She can't be one of us! Her hair.//
//Yes I know. And her eyes are different and she possess a strength and will greater then most of our warriors. But she. is. no. god.// Semla called out to the crowd. //A god would not walk among us injured. Even those who claim to be gods would not walk among us in a state where a small girl could cause them pain.//
//Then who is she? Why is she here?//
//She is here because she needs our help. Now next time you see her do not mob her!// Semla turned her back to the crowd effectively stopping any questions and went to help Sam up.
"I'm fine, I can walk by myself." Sam pushed away the helping hands. Semla shook her head and led the way through the crowd.
"Sam!"
Sam's head snapped up at the familiar voice. Relief flooded through her as she saw SG-1 and Janet quickly approaching. Sam dropped to her knees, emotions overwhelming her. The guys were alive! And they were her to take her home. Semla was by her side only seconds before Janet. Janet saw her friend in tears and gently wrapped her arms around her, careful of any injuries.
"God, I though they were dead." Sam cried. A deep breath turned into a pained gasp which sent Janet into doctor mode.
"Sam. Where are you hurt?"
Sam looked around her. They guys formed a protective circle around her. Semla followed her gaze, when it fell on Teal'c she jumped up-the air around her suddenly whipping around them.
*Foul being! You dare enter this sacred place!* Semla shouted in Goa'uld before knocking Teal'c back a few steps without touching him. *I will send you back to your master in pieces!*
"No!" Sam jumped up, knocking Janet over in the process, and threw herself between Semla and Teal'c. *Friend! Semla he helps us! He fights against the goa'uld! Please!*
The fierce wind threatened to topple Sam, who was already exhausted from her trip around the village.
*No! He is evil!* The wind flared with Semla's rage, blowing hard enough to toss Sam to the ground knocking her out cold.