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Leria- STOP RANDOMLY QUOTING!

Bookworm5: Ergh. Sorry, hello all, the fox of the opera and the evil cat here with another chapter.

Leria- A PUNY (!) CHAPTER!

Bookworm5: think you can do better?

Leria- Yes, it'll take me twice as long though :-p

And the authors note- Alright, this is the revised version of this chapter. Certain parties have reviewed and/or e-mailed and/or messaged me (bookworm) privately. I understand bad grammar is a drag to read, but neither leria or I are very nit picky, and therefore someone should review, or e-mail or message me (bookworm) privately if they are interested in helping us with this.

Also, and I don't mean to sound rude, because I love you guys and you rock, but please, when you e-mail, try to choose your words carefully. I know my grammar is not-so hot, but when I get e-mails saying "you, like, suck." It doesn't motivate either of us to stay up to 3 am attempting to finish these chapters. And I don't mean to whine, because if I really hated it, I wouldn't do it. On the contrary, I love writing for your guys because you're very cool.

On a positive note, thank you Chaos lighting for being NICE about it and bringing it to our attention in an adult manner. (super hugs for that!)

Now, onto the REVISED chapter-

Lush, green and miles of jungle. It radiated with life, the natives were more than friendly, and the giant village and tribal system made MacGyver feel at home, he had always had a Native American Fetish. The only problem was this planet was two million light years away from the planet on which MacGyver now stood.

MacGyver squinted his eyes and tried to find something that resembled life. Miles away, multiple giant phallic-like structures stood, other than that, the wind slowly picked up, then died down again. For all intents and purposes, The SG team could have drug him a mile outside of Las Vegas.

"Well, Mr. MacGyver," Sam said. "Welcome to space travel." She lead the group, while O'Neil brought up the back, MacGyver was sandwiched between Daniel and Teal'c who walked in very close proximity to him.

B "Guys, I'm not going to run away, and unless this is a prison escort you really don't have to..."

"This is your first time on a strange planet, Mr. MacGyver, you are unarmed and unawares. This is for your own safety." Teal'c said, and for the first time MacGyver found the resonating baritone voice semi-threatening.

"Teal'cs right." Daniel confirmed. "A safe planet still carries a substantial risk, and with you being unarmed..."

"But I'm not unarmed!" This earned strange looks from all of the group. "Look I have duct tape, toothpicks..." Annoyed, Jack cut him off.

"Yeah, and if we find a broken thing with bad teeth, we'll rely on you, keep walking." MacGyver thought of a retort, but silenced in effort to continue the traveling in ease.

Twenty minutes passed before they made it to the first of the giant structures. A primitive lift was constructed on the side and Daniel operated the levers. At thirty feet MacGyver stopped the lift. He looked at Jack, smiling widely.

"Ready for some fishing?" Jack raised an eyebrow and looked down at the miles of sand in every direction.

"Alright, and how do you suggest we do that?" MacGyver smiled and attached two sticks together, forming a rod. Pulling out the duct tape he had referenced earlier he ripped off several strips, rolling them into cylindrical rods.

"May I?" MacGyver stated as he reached into Daniel's bag and pulled out the roll of string. With precision of a surgeon MacGyver wound the string into the pole and slowly let it drop toward the ground. As soon as it touched the loose sand it shot off toward the horizon.

"How long is that string...?" Sam asked, watching in amazement as the spool continued to unravel.

"Doesn't matter, I've caught it." MacGyver said, furiously spinning the reel. Soon, the hook became visible and a hunk of metal with it.

"Let me try that." Jack said, sitting down next to MacGyver. As Sam grabbed the findings and examined them happily. Daniel talked with MacGyver and Jack and Teal'c...well he looked scary, so any birds venturing to drop their waste on the companions heads thought better of it.

Another few hours, the suns were starting to set. MacGyver stretched.

"Boy, I've been needing a vacation." He said with a relaxed yawn.

"Yes, this trip was strangely uneventful." Teal'c said with a resigned manner. It had been relaxing.

Jack shrugged, they had core samples that were gained without an ounce of digging, and he had fished, all in all a good day.

Daniel lowered the levers. "Well, lets head home folks."

"Uh, fella's," Sam said, her voice showing a certain amount of anxiety. All of the men surrounding her slowly turned and look at her narrowed eyes. They followed them to approaching figures.

"Who Is that?" MacGyver asked.

From off in the distance loud voices boomed. "HAIL HERA."

"Looks like trouble, fella's. Got that ductape handy Mr. MacGyver?"

"Way ahead of you Sam." The gears inside MacGyver's brain were already starting to grind, and, for a moment, he felt like he was thirty again. Facing off against the now deceased (at least, so he thinks) Murdoc and coming home to an emptied apartment thanks to his some-what friend Jack Dalton.

Indeed, the gears were grinding away. MacGyver had a plan and Jack, well, he had a gun.