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At Colonel Carter's question, Teal'c's memories of the crash once again rose to the surface.

He could not have been unconscious long. This was Teal'c's first thought on waking, and was based on the fact that the fire in the rear compartment had not consumed the entire vessel. Hastily, he unstrapped himself from his seat and located the fire extinguisher. In the rear compartment, smoke continued to pour from behind several panels. Teal'c quickly removed the panels and turned the extinguisher on the flames, dousing them in a matter of seconds.

Once he was satisfied that the fire was out, and that there was no other immediate danger, Teal'c opened the hatch to let the remaining smoke dissipate. He then moved back to the cockpit to assess his teammates. Colonel Carter had hit her head on the side bulkhead, but remained strapped to the co-pilot's seat so Teal'c was reasonably sure that she had suffered no injury to her neck and/or spine. He unstrapped her, carefully lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the ship. After laying her down a little ways away from the ship, Teal'c returned to find O'Neill conscious and attempting to remove his own restraints.

"Hold still O'Neill," Teal'c instructed, kneeling next to his friend and reaching for the release.

"I'm fine Teal'c." O'Neill pushed the Jaffa's hands away and hit the release. He stood up, swaying a little but staying vertical. "Carter?"

"I have checked her for injuries and moved her outside," Teal'c informed him, rising to stand. "I have also extinguished the fire in the rear compartment."

"Good job," O'Neill told him. The general was bent over an unconscious Daniel Jackson, checking the archaeologist's pulse. "Help me get him out of the seat, Teal'c."

Teal'c inclined his head and gently lifted the young man's torso out of the seat, allowing O'Neill to carry Daniel Jackson's legs. Truthfully, Teal'c could have carried the man by himself, but knew that O'Neill liked to feel useful in such situations. He also suspected that the general's judgment was clouded by a concussion, but refrained from saying so.

They were setting Daniel Jackson on the ground when they heard an explosion from within the ship. "That can't be good," O'Neill commented, leading the way back into the craft. Smoke was issuing from the hatch, and on entering they discovered that the fire was behind several of the panels in the cockpit. O'Neill grabbed the extinguisher Teal'c had used earlier and nodded to the Jaffa to open the appropriate panels. As each panel was pulled aside, O'Neill blasted the mechanisms underneath with the extinguisher. In total, five panels had to be removed.

"Well that was exciting," O'Neill commented when the last was taken care of. He placed the extinguisher on the pilot's seat as he continued speaking. "Teal'c have you seen…Ah!" He snatched a small object off of the control panel.

"What is it O'Neill?"

"You'll see. Or rather, you won't." With this cryptic response the general led the way out of the ship. Teal'c followed, and immediately noticed that Daniel Jackson was sitting up.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" he asked.

"I remember this part," Daniel Jackson now jumped in. "You didn't get a chance to answer, because Jack was muttering to himself as he tried to use the cloak's remote."

"I take it it wasn't working," Colonel Carter chuckled.

Teal'c inclined his head in assent. "At this point, O'Neill decided that it was best to send Daniel Jackson to locate assistance while we concealed the craft."

"One second, Danny," O'Neill called the younger man back. Reaching out, he removed the SG-1 and Earth patches from the archaeologist's jacket. "Okay, now go find help."

Teal'c had already removed his jacket when fighting fires earlier, and now O'Neill did the same. "T, go pull the patches off Carter's jacket, will ya?" He didn't wait for Teal'c's nod of assent, but instead turned towards the ship.

Teal'c did as asked, then turned back to find that O'Neill had removed an emergency pack and was getting ready to close the hatch. "Trade you," he offered, holding out the pack. Teal'c accepted it and passed over the patches. O'Neill placed them in a pocket on his discarded jacket then motioned for Teal'c to get off the ramp. O'Neill followed, pointed the remote at the ship, and hit a button. Unlike earlier, this time they were rewarded with a grinding sound as the hatch closed and sealed.

Without a word, O'Neill moved forward and began to rip branches and vines from the undergrowth, intent on covering the craft. Teal'c placed the pack off to the side and did likewise. They worked in silence and had managed to conceal the majority of the craft when Teal'c heard Daniel Jackson return.

"There's a road not far from here," he told them. "It looks like it's seen regular use."

"So that's where we'll go once this is done," O'Neill decided. He continued with the work, and did not say anything as Daniel Jackson joined them.

With all three of them working, it only took minutes more to finish hiding the ship. When the job was done, O'Neill stood back and rubbed the dirt off of his hands. "Nice work," he said, surveying the results. "Let's get going. Daniel take point. T, you carry Carter. I'll cover our six."

Inclining his head, Teal'c headed to their unconscious teammate and once again gently lifted her in her arms.

Daniel Jackson took over the narrative at this point. "When we reached the road, we walked for about twenty minutes. When we found some good cover, Jack insisted that we stop to rest." He shrugged. "We all must have drifted off, because the next thing I remember is waking up here."

Teal'c nodded his head. "You fell asleep almost immediately, Daniel Jackson. O'Neill followed soon after. I managed to stay awake for another hour before succumbing to my injuries."

"I'm not surprised," Colonel Carter commented. "It sounds like you did a lot of work."

"That's what Teal'c does, Carter," O'Neill piped up from the cot next to her.