Officers had been coming in and out of Sam's room carrying various things including a desk and chair. They had even hooked up two phones, the cables ran out of the infirmary and around the corner to the nearest vacant outlet. Jacob sat in the same chair next to Sam's bed completely dumbfounded. The desk had been set up just behind him, facing her bed as if it was an observatory. Only moments later Jack entered the room, Jacob stood from his chair, still with a look of confusion.

"Jack what's going on here?" He pointed to the desk. Jack shrugged his shoulders innocently,

"I wanted to make sure Carter would be alright so I moved my desk down here temporarily." Jack explained as if it was a perfectly logical thing to do. Jacob raised his eyebrow; he knew there was something more it. Jack couldn't avoid Jacob's "please clarify" look.

"Look it's my fault she's unconscious. I should have gotten her out of there sooner." Jack admitted. Jacob smiled slightly, finally he was coming around. He stepped towards Jack and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I know what you were going to do to get Sam off the planet. I've been there before. I just wanted to say thanks Jack. She wouldn't have made it back here if it wasn't for you." Their eyes met briefly and Jack could see that Jacob had sincerely meant what he had said. He saw the eyes of a father deeply concerned for his daughter and how grateful he was to Jack. Jack smiled and nodded, words not needing to be exchange between the two. Jacob dropped his hand from Jack's shoulder and looked at his watch, one of the very few things he had kept using since he had become a Tokra.

"I've got to go and report in, I'll be back as soon as I can." Jacob promised, leaving the room and heading towards the Stargate. Jack stepped over to the desk and picked up the phone.

"This is Colonel O'Neill, send Jacob back through the Gate." He ordered Walter before hanging up. Jack turned and faced the bed where Sam lay motionless, his heart breaking as he watched her. Occupying the seat next to her bed where Jacob had been sitting, Jack took her hand and kissed it gently before settling in for the long night ahead.

SG 2, 3, 4 and 5 had reached the co ordinates given to them by the people at NASA. They were greeted by a mostly arid desert landscape. The township of Canon City was only small; when you approached the town the Welcome Sign registered the population as 103. The SGC trucks sat on the side of the road next to a river that flowed from Mt Elbert. Only a few metres from where they are were stopped, the road became a dead end as mountains shot up from the west. It made the recovery operation slightly more difficult if the craft happened to land on the side of the mountain. The four commanders of the SG teams, Colonel James, Major Gregory, Colonel Solander and Major Kali huddled together to discuss what to do next.

"Well there's a good and bad side to this situation. The mountain provides cover from the west so the perimeter can be secured more easily and effectively. Downside is that if the ship crashed into that sucker, the recovery effort's going to take more than the men we've got here." Colonel James illustrated. They all nodded in agreement before Major Kali piped up.

"But aren't those guys at NASA experts at pinpointing the exact location where it's going to hit? Do we have the precise spot it will crash around here?" he queried, gesturing over the baron terrain. Pulling out a GPS tracking device from his backpack, Major Gregory punched in the numbers he had been given, and waited patiently as the device calculated the position for him. Walking closer towards the mountain, Gregory kept his eyes lowered at GPS transmitter and finally stopped only ten feet from where the mountainous terrain began. Double checking his position, Gregory turned back.

"According to the co ordinates given to us, if the craft keeps a constant heading it will land right where I am standing." Gregory predicted.

"Ah, just stand there for a while Gregory. Make sure we can mark the place just in case the ship veers off course." Colonel Solander joked, receiving chuckles from the other two men beside him. Gregory rolled his eyes at his colleague's attempted humour. Taking a 20c piece from his pocket, he placed it on the ground between his legs as a marker, before walking back to join the other men. Colonel James glanced at his watch.

"We have 12 minutes until this thing is suppose to crash, so let's get the outer perimeter established. Solander, Kali, arrange your men into position. Gregory, we'll unpack the tent to cover this thing." He ordered, the four men broke into two teams and began the preliminary procedures. They didn't have long to prepare before they would be kicked into damage control modeS.

11 MINUTES LATER…

The whole town of Canon City was now staked out behind the outer perimeter. SG 4 and 5 were doing a reasonable job of holding them back and removing all video and audio equipment from the scene. None of the locals knew what was going on, but they assumed it was something big. After all, it wasn't a common occurrence when trucks full of soldiers drove through their sleepy town. SG 2 and 3 stood approximately 15 feet from the outer perimeter, all the gear they needed to secure the craft ready and waiting. Colonel James checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time in the space of twelve minutes.

"Okay one minute, everyone in position." He yelled. Every SG personnel's gaze turned and looked up into the blackness of the night sky. Just over the top of the township they could see an obscure object travelling rapidly towards them. Although it was night, the reflection of the moonlight on the surface of the craft made the silver on the exterior glisten. They took an involuntary step backwards out of instinct as the craft continued to streak across the sky. It seemed to be in the blink of an eye when suddenly the ship struck the ground with unmeasurable force, the outer hull breaking apart as the shrieking of the metal of craft skidding along the ground filled the air. It came to a stop just before the face of the mountain. When it did the people surrounding the area suddenly jolted from their momentary states of shock. The observers began to whisper intently between themselves. "Oooo's" and "ahhh's" were exchange, while many tried to grab their cameras back from the members of SG 4 and 5. Colonel James and Major Gregory, along with the rest of their men ran over to the craft and immediately began erecting a tent around it. Once the tent was secured, James and Gregory stepped inside, P90's at the ready in case of a less then friendly first encounter. On closer examination they could see the ship was badly damaged, sparks flew every which way and smoke billowed from the rear of the craft. As James rounded towards the front, he saw what appeared to be an opening.

"Gregory, I think I found the front door." He yelled. Gregory edged slowly towards the front, taking a defensive position. He kneeled down to take a closer look at the hull. Noticing a small, circular, ruby-coloured gem sitting below the opening, he recognised it as similar to the controls of a Goa'uld sarcophagus. He nodded behind him to James indicating he was going to attempt to open it; James raised his P90 to his eye level to act as backup. Reaching tentatively down towards it, Gregory turned the gem slowly to right. They heard a click as the gem fell into place; suddenly the door began to slowly slid upwards, revealing the inside of the craft. Gregory got to his feet slowly, taking a few steps backwards as they both waited for the smoke to clear. As it did, both officers peered cautiously into the craft and almost dropped their weapons in astonishment at who was inside. They could see the familiar bulky frame that belonged to Teal'c sprawled unconscious over the seat of the craft. Gregory ran out of the tent and yelled to the other members of his team.

"It's one of ours! We need medical assistance now!"

TBC…