Authors Note: Um...Hey! I'm back! Yes, yes, I know it's been practically forever. I think that's what you call a writing slump or something. I finally, FINALLY got up the courage to update this again. SG-1 shall never be left in the lurch as long as I'm around! No sirree Bob! So here it is, the 11th chapter. It's been awhile since -recap mode-we found Teal'c alive and well, Ana sharing suspicion of good ol' Colonel O'Neill with Eko and Carter chasing her shadow. - recap mode - So, hopefully, I've caught some of you while we're still on the same wavelength...so to speak.

Spoilers -For the most recent episode of Lost.
AU -Just to clarify, Colonel O'Neill's still in charge of SG1, Hammond's still the General, T's still got Junior, and so far, "Two For The Road" never happened. Deny everything.

Final Destination
Episode #11: I Think We're On The Same Wavelength

By Osiris-Ra

Teal'c was in a black jumpsuit, a Dharma logo patched onto the left breast side. Engraved on it was a familiar octagonal symbol. It was the symbol for Station Five. Teal'c never thought about the patch or why it was there, what it stood for. He just accepted it and went about his business. He was eating Dharma generic brand Raisin Bran in a rushed fashion. He had someplace to be soon, couldn't waste time eating. He easily wolfed down the bowl, had another glass of Dharma brand Lactose free milk and zipped up his jumper.

The staff of The Swan Station were busy today. Sawyer, Jack, The Colonel and Ana Lucia were in the living room talking. Sawyer was nursing his head wound after the blonde newcomer had cold cocked him over the head and made her escape. Teal'c had said with a laugh she reminded him of someone he used to know. He couldn't quite place her though, but he had a feeling she was someone familiar - or at least like someone he used to know. He never really thought about it much, but it occurred to him that certain parts of his past didn't fit. He could vividly recall being tortured by someone with a scary voice and almost florescent yellow eyes, but then he remembered church, grandma and grandpa. Cousins and family, outdoor barbecues and spewing beer out through his nose. He didn't take time to reflect on the jumbled piece of his life, however. There was work to be done. Inconvenient, but necessary. Today marked the second week of their three week stint at The Pearl Station, monitoring the staff of another nearby station who were the unfortunate victims of a rather cruel psychological joke. The staff of that station had to press a button every 108 minutes, otherwise - as they had been told - something catastrophic would happen. Everyday, Teal'c and Matt made a bet that someone would finally lose it and refuse to push the button. When the Hispanic had gotten down there, Matt was sure she'd stage a revolt, but to Matt's disappointment, she'd made friends with Locke, Mr. Main Button Pusher, and even assisted him. They still counted the days till the folks in The Swan Station gave up, but they never did. The button always got pushed, and the day always ended and notebooks always got filled with observations and sucked up the pneumatic tube to Mr. Wizard.

Shal kek nem ron...

Teal'c was sitting in front of the televisions, writing slowly in his notebook when the phrase came to him. It was gibberish, but he understood it. How could he understand it? It wasn't in anyknown language that registered with him."How do you die?"

"How do I die?"

"What's that you said?" Matt slumped down in a seat nearby and crossed his legs, watching the televisions and picking through a bag of chips.

"Nothing. I was just...writing down a story plot."

"Oh yeah? What about?"

Teal'c grinned then went into his pitch.

"Ok, picture this. Four people, military, they work for this...this operation, I don't know what to call it yet, but it's directly linked to the highest levels of the government, right?"

"Uh huh. Wait a minute, aren't those new staff guys part of a four member team too?"

"Where do you think I got the idea from? Anyway, this military operation has this big alien artifact which can send them across the galaxy just like that." He snapped his fingers. Matt stared. "And...and there's these baddies, this evil race of aliens who are actually like worms or something, and they take control of peoples bodies and you can always tell when someone's possessed by them 'cause they talk funny and their eyes glow and dress like 70ies pop rejects and live like...forever. Of course there's a side effect to living forever, these aliens have a majorly bad attitude, y'know what I mean? Does it sound crazy?"

"Yes."

Teal'c laughed. "Come on man, use your imagination! Oh! And to spice things up, one of the members of this military team that goes out and fights these guys is an alien who has one of these worms in his stomach, like in a pouch."

"Like a kangaroo?"

"Exactly! But he's not bad, it's like part of his religion or something. He got recruited by this military team...I'm still working it out."

"Why would he deliberately have a mind possessing worm in his stomach?"

"I don't know. Maybe...maybe..." The logic failed Teal'c. He'd have to iron that bit out. "I'm workin' on it, yeah. It'll come to me."

Matt chuckled. "Well, don't waste too much paper; we've still got a week to go with this observation stuff."

Teal'c nodded mockingly and put away his notebook. He had several put aside for his big writing project as well the one for keeping tabs on the Swan Station staff members. He couldn't wait to see what would happen with the whole Carter debacle. He had a feeling he'd be getting some great plot source material real soon.

Sawyer had glared at O'Neill as he gingerly touched a sore swell on his head.

"Great job keeping track of your lackeys, Hawkeye. She coulda killed me!"

"It's just a bump."

Sawyer scowled. The Colonel rolled his eyes and turned to the Doctor.

"What's all missing?"

"So far, a rifle, a handgun, some clips and ammo, and some of the candy and canned goods are missing from the food storage."

O'Neill made a face. "Any of that stuff still good?"

Jack grinned wryly.

"How long were you out?" O'Neill asked Sawyer who was holding an ice pack to his head.

"I dunno - a while."

"She could be anywhere by now." Ana exhaled.

"Well, you guys know the forest pretty well, right? " O'Neill asked. "She can't have gotten far."

"Locke's the best thing we can call a tracker." Jack replied. "He should be able to sniff her out."

"I'm not coming, so don't ask me." Sawyer inferred with a slick smirk. Jack grinned.

"We could use the man power. Why don't you, Sawyer?"

Sawyer paused appropriately. "Well. Since you asked."

"Great. So that's five of us." O'Neill paused. He was considering the list Carter had given him. It was still in his pocket, quietly reminding him of Carter's expression as she told him the names. Three people from the list were already coming. Four more would be one too many for a simple recon mission.

"What're you thinking?" Jack was looking at O'Neill expectantly. O'Neill looked up, halting his train of thought. Yeah. Three was enough.

"I'm thinkin'...you're no SG team, but you'll have to do."

Sam couldn't sleep. Somewhere close, a tree frog was chirping. Isn't that just like these critters, Sam thought, start chirping up a storm when people are trying to sleep.

Carlisle and Sam had camped out in the middle of a large grassy field that spread between the dense forest and the other side of the jungle, providing a kind of intersection and illusion of space and safety.

Carter sat up. The campfire was stilling crackling high, a warmth and a light for the chilly, dark island night. Through all its spookiness, there was something familiar about these kinds of nights. The crisp smell of water, the way the trees swayed to the breeze. Even through everything, one couldn't help but look from a distance at the jungle and think of what a beautiful place it was.

Then something caught Sam's eye. A man was standing at the edge of the forest. He was of large stature, standing very still. Sam warily reached for her rifle and slowly got to her feet. She crept stealthily past Carlisle who was turned over on his side sleeping and made her way towards the man, who seemed to be illuminated by a faint beam of light coming from somewhere. He didn't move as Carter came closer. She cocked the gun slowly and aimed it, inching towards him.

"Who is it?" She whispered sharply. He didn't answer. By this time, she could tell he was black, well muscled and wearing a dark jumper. He was looking straight at her, but didn't say anything.

"Who are you?" Sam urged in a threatening voice. The man retreated calmly into the forest. Sam padded after him. The man moved noiselessly. If she had looked away for an instant she'd have lost him, but for the moment a sort of glow seemed to come from him, and if she kept her eyes on his form, she could keep up with him. Awhile into the walk, the man's glow seemed to melt away, and suddenly she could hear his feet crunching along the forest floor, but she couldn't see him. She whispered sharply, even though she had a feeling he wouldn't answer. She stopped. There was nothing ahead of her now. He was gone. The forest was empty, the light was gone, and she was all too aware that what she had seen might not have even been there at all.

Was she imagining things again?

Something inside her said, "That's where the other Station is."

What Station? She didn't know of any other stations. Did she?

Sam made her way back to the campfire. The night was as still as ever, and suddenly Sam felt strangely more alone than she had before. Approaching the campfire, she saw that some of the weapons were missing, and Carlisle was gone.

Relaxed with the top of his jumper pulled down and a cup of black tea nearby, Teal'c stared at the television set which monitored the rec room. On screen, Ana Lucia was packing a duffel bag with food and blankets. Eko was reading a book and in the computer room Locke was whispering with Jack.

"There won't be any action in that hatch for a few days, will there? What with them heading out and all." Teal'c noted. Matt was quietly going over the last entries of his journal.

"Probably."

Teal'c sipped his tea. Without quite knowing why, he lifted up his shirt slightly and examined his belly.

Just his belly button as usual.

He lowered his shirt. He thought about the question he'd had earliar. How do you die? Well, as painlessly as possible, he hoped. No, no, that wasn't the answer. There was something else. Something simple. Something he believed in at one time.

He paid attention to the TV sets again. The people were heading out. The big guy, Hurley was going to stay behind to watch the button. The big black guy, Eko was coming along with the others.Finally, Locke, Ana, Jack, Ekoand The Colonel were out of sight of the cameras. Hurley sat in the computer room and entertained himself with a magazine and a bag of Dharma Generic brand fish crackers. Teal'c scribbled down some words quickly and marked the entry 2:15 PM, Saturday.

To Be Continued...