The Stench of Death

He had to go back. He didn't care what Hammond or the doc said. Come hell or high water he was going back to find her. He had been evacuated out unconscious, if not there was no way he would have left without her. Daniel was on the mend and Teal'c was out there with Search and Rescue.

Exiting the gate the stench of death was overwhelming. It had only been fourteen hours but it had been very hot. The villagers, the Jaffa and the airmen lay scattered in the field. It was surmised that the Jaffa ringed down as the two SG teams, SG-1 and SG-7, were holding a parlay with the locals. A fire fight was instantaneous, everyone caught in the crossfire. Not having Jaffa troops to spare, the Goa'uld cut his losses and fled. The Jaffa fought to the death and the dead littered the field.

He felt her presence, he knew she was alive. She had to be.

There was a soft moan.

O'Neill called for silence, afraid he was imagining it.

But there is was again, he was certain he heard her.

He found her, it had to be Carter. He bellowed for Teal'c for help.

There she was, pinned down under the village headman, a large fellow.

Bloody and bruised, dehydrated and dazed but alive.

Alive.