Chapter 4

Hogan and O'Neill looked at each other for a brief second then bolted out of the office, across the barracks, and down the ladder two rungs at a time. They were met with smell of smoke as they neared the bottom.

"What happened?" Hogan demanded, seeing Major Carter bandaging Kinch's hand. Newkirk had just finished making sure the fire out.

"Sorry sir, I was installing some new transmitter parts and fried our radio causing a small fire," Kinch answered.

"How bad?" The concern on his face was evident to all.

"We're down until we get new parts," Kinch replied with regret. They had an important radio contact scheduled for noon tomorrow.

"How bad is your hand?" Hogan's concern for his men was only matched by O'Neill's worry for his team.

"I'm fine, sir, it's only a little tender."

"All right make up a list of everything we need and we'll see what we can do." Turning to O'Neill he added, "Looks like we have to fix our problem before we can get you in contact with your people."

"The time on that card is our only chance at extraction. We'll help in any way we can to get you back up and running. Major, would you help Kinch? We're going to need that radio fixed."

"Yes, sir," She answered holding the thousand questions she had and waiting for the appropriate time to begin asking them.

"I'd appreciate any help you can give me," Kinch said coughing.

"Gather around everyone," Hogan ordered. "Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter are on a classified job. We've been ordered to protect them at all cost, so they'll be staying with us for a few days. They have some information and weapons we can't let fall into German hands. I want no questions asked about their mission or equipment, and no one going through their stuff…that especially includes you Newkirk."

"I wouldn't even consider it," Newkirk offered trying to feign innocence. "Don't worry Colonel; I'll protect the Major personally."

"Oui, mon Colonel, I'll make sure she's well guarded," LeBeau came over and stood next to her smiling up at Sam.

"Just a reminder, she outranks all of you," O'Neill was firm but not harsh.

"She can order me anywhere," Sergeant Carter offered.

Major Carter laughed, "Kinch, why don't we get to work on your radio." The attention was getting to be a little to much, but she knew it was all good hearted.

"You'll have to forgive my men. Two years in here and a beautiful woman is a sight for sore eyes," Hogan told the newcomers.

"I'm not worried; Carter can take care of herself. I've seen her take down larger men unarmed and she's armed," O'Neill knew Sam could definitely hold her own.

"When did we start putting women in combat roles?" Andrew asked, totally surprised wasn't she a spy in a uniform. Spies and underground women were frequently put in danger but not females in the military. Their jobs were typically in noncombat roles.

"No questions Carter," both Carters looked at Hogan instantly. "Okay, we have to do something or we're going to mix up our Carters."

"No worry Gov'nor, I'd never mix up the Carters," Newkirk assured him grinning.

"Call me Sam," Major Carter offered.

"That will help Sam," Hogan smiled, "Down Newkirk."

"Any help you can offer with the radio I'd appreciate, ma'am" Kinch said still coughing.

"Are you all right?" Hogan asked with genuine concern on his face.

"Yes sir, I must have breathed in some of the smoke. The hand is minor; the Major put something on it that makes it feel better."

"It helps to heal burns," Sam said. "If it starts to hurt again I can give you something for the pain."

"Sam, we need to talk. Why don't we go down….Hogan, where would be good?" O'Neill asked, putting his vest down where their backpacks were stacked.

"Two tunnels back take a right and it dead ends. We had a cave-in a few weeks ago," Hogan responded.

"Thanks," O'Neill and Sam moved down the tunnels lighting them with their flashlights.

"Sir, what is going on? Where are we?" She hoped now to get some answers to her many questions.

"Where do you think we are and how we get here?" O'Neill wanted to know what her thoughts were on the subject before he said anything else.

"I know we're not on P4X-019 but not real sure where we are. I'd say Earth sometime in the past, but that doesn't seem plausible either. If we'd been thrown back in time, wouldn't there have been a momentary glimpse of the Stargate like the last time this happened? None of this makes logical sense. Where are Daniel and Teal'c? Why aren't they here?" Sam was shaking her head in confusion at the situation. Dr. Daniel Jackson was their team's archeologist and was responsible for figuring out how the Stargate worked. He and Jack went through on the first off-world mission together to the planet Abydos and killed a Goa'uld posing as Ra the sun god. Daniel didn't return home with Jack. He instead decided to live with the local population who were descendents of the ancient peoples of earth. The Stargate program was shutdown for a year until another Goa'uld named Apophis came through earth's Stargate. Jack and Sam were assigned to bring Daniel home and rescue an airman whom Apophis had kidnapped, but things went horribly wrong. After regrouping on earth, they traveled together to the planet Chulak where they were captured and unable to save the airman. Teal'c was Apophis First Prime, effectively the Chief of Staff of his army, disobeyed orders to kill the hostages saving Jack, Sam, and Daniel's lives. The Goa'uld used Jaffa to fill the ranks of their armies. He subsequently joined SG-1 in order to help rid the galaxy of the Goa'uld.

"Today is May 2, 1944 and we're beneath the prisoner of war camp known as Luftwaffe Stalag 13 in the middle of Germany during World War II." He knew she'd want more answers then he was prepared to give at this time. "I have no idea how we got here. As far as Daniel and Teal'c, I hope they're still at the SGC since they didn't seem to make the trip with us."

"Sir, I don't understand what's going on here. What was in the old coded orders and how did you have them?" She needed some answers.