Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or any of its characters. I do love to write about them though.

This story is an au ending to season five's episode 'Inquisition.'

Chapter 1: Prologue.

A sharp pain shooting through his leg and a face full of dirt brought him to awareness and he had no idea where he was, or why he was lying face down in the dirt. The ground was hard, cold, wet, and slimy, so it was obvious he was outside, the question was where? The one thing he did know was that his leg hurt, and it felt as if someone was trying to rearrange his skull with a sledgehammer. Although his head was hurting, he tried hard to remember what had happened and how he had ended up in this place – wherever this place was – but his mind was blank.

In the end, he decided that the only way to work out what was going on was to open his eyes, so he rolled on his back and opened his eyes, and he wasn't happy with what he saw. Three large men surrounded him, and they were all pointing their knives in his direction.

Ignoring the men for a moment, he tried to take in his surroundings and again things didn't look good, he was laying in the middle of a large field and there were woodlands surrounding it. A stargate sat in the distance – at least he remembered what the giant ring was. The sky was grey and overcast, a fine mist covered the landscape, and it was incredibly cold. He tried to look down at what he was wearing, and he was worried that he only had a shirt and pants on and there was nothing on his feet. A bag was lying beside him, and he wondered what was in it. Before he had a chance to grab it, someone stood on his hand.

"I don't think so, everyone who comes through the ring, needs to share their possessions with us."

He looked up and saw a man who had to be over seven feet tall, his hair was long and frizzy as was his beard. His clothes were old and tattered and the other two men looked the same – although they weren't as tall. Along with their appearance, there was a distinct smell that wasn't good – it smelt like they hadn't showered in years.

Pulling his hand away from the giant he attempted to stand on his feet and for the first time, he realised that his knee was bruised and swollen. His head was still pounding, and he felt blood dripping into his eyes.

"Who the hell are you guys and where the hell are we!?" He asked in anger while trying to maintain his balance.

The giant who he'd secretly named Goliath answered, "I have no idea where we are, all I know is there is no way off this planet, so to survive we need to share our resources. Everyone who comes through the ring is given a chance to join our group and share whatever they have with us."

Goliath looked mean as did his buddies and the last thing he wanted to do was share whatever was in the bag with these men. He still had no idea how he'd ended up on this planet and why, but he knew he had to get away from these guys because they were bad news.

"And if we don't want to join your group?"

"We will take whatever you have on you by force," Goliath answered, with a snarl.

"Look Goliath, can I call you Goliath? I think I'll try and make my own way, so I think I'll be on my way."

When he bent down to get his bag, he began to feel dizzy and before he knew it, he had fallen to the ground. The pain in his knee and head intensified and all he could do was roll on his back and moan.

Goliath leant down and grabbed his rucksack before looking him in the eye, "I'll take this, I don't think you'll need it anyway."

He was beginning to feel dizzy by this point and he could feel his consciousness slipping away. When he tried to reach for the bag Goliath struck out with his foot and the last thing he felt before he lost consciousness was Goliath's foot connecting with his swollen knee.

Movement was the first thing he noticed the next time he became aware and for some reason, he got a distinct impression that he was upside down. Something fuzzy was rubbing his face and he still had the headache to end all headaches Again he had no idea what was happening to him, only one way to find out, he thought opening his eyes.

A face full of hair and the smell of leather greeted him when he finally managed the feat. It didn't take him long to realise that he was being carried in a fireman's lift – which was doing nothing for his stomach. Moaning loudly, he hoped to get the attention of whoever was carrying him and quickly as his stomach was beginning to complain.

The movement slowed and he was gently lowered to the ground – much to his relief. At least now he could try and settle his stomach. He lay still for about five seconds before his stomach began to rebel and before he knew what was happening, he was being rolled on his side and he was able to expel his meagre stomach contents.

Once he had finished retching a face appeared in front of him and he was surprised to see a man with long dreadlocks. Dreadlocks, he vaguely remembered a tall man with hair exactly like this. Was it this man and if it wasn't, did he know this man?

Rather than confront this man, he took a moment to look at his surroundings and it was obvious that they had moved as they were now surrounded by tall trees – whether they were on a different planet or the same one he had no idea. Although if Goliath and his buddies were telling the truth, he was still on the same planet.

A gentle voice pervaded his senses at it didn't take long for him to realise that the man with the dreadlocks was talking to him, "are you alright?"

He was still bewildered, and he had no idea whether this man was a friend or an enemy, so perhaps he would remain cautious for now, "yeah, I think so, where we are, what planet are we on?"

"No idea what planet we're on, but I was taking you to my shelter. Those brutes by the gate worked you over pretty good. Anyway, we should get going because it will be dark soon and we don't want to be out once the sun goes down because wild beasts come out at night, and they can easily tear a man apart."

"Yeah, but I might need you to help me since my knee is still extremely sore. Not to mention that my head is about to split in two."

"I have some herbs that can help with pain back at my campsite."

As the man helped him to his feet, he realised that he didn't know his name, not to mention the fact that he now had a jacket and boots on. From what he could remember the last time he awoke he had no boots on and he had no idea whether they were his or someone else's "who are you, how did you get here and what's with the jacket and boots?"

"That is a story for another time my friend, so how about we get going before the sun goes down?"

For the first time he noticed that it was darker than it had been when he'd first woken up, the temperature had also dropped, and he began to shiver.

The dreadlocked man put his arm around his shoulders and helped him hobble along the narrow path. They walked for about five minutes until they came to a steep incline and his first thought was, there's no way I'm going to get up there.

His companion must have read his mind, "don't worry we don't have to go up there tonight."

They turned to the left and the path narrowed and within five minutes they arrived at a small cave system. The entrance was covered by a rocky outcrop, so he suspected that it would be difficult for anyone to see unless they were right on top of it.

"Is this where you're living?"

"No, not all of the time, this is just somewhere I stay when I head down to the gate. It's getting too late to take you any further tonight, so we'll just stay here overnight?"

Shivering he allowed his companion to lead him inside and in the fading light he could see that there were animal skins spread around on a soft sandy floor – it was probably as a good place as any to sleep right now.

"Sit down on the floor and I'll get us some light," the dreadlocked man suggested.

Sitting down on one of the animal skins he watched as his companion lit torches around the cave. Once Chewie – at least that's what he decided to call his big companion – had finished lighting the torches he came and sat next to him.

Now it was time for him to start getting some answers, "have I met you before?" He asked the big man.

"No, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Timus, and I was running from the wraith when I came through the ring of the ancestors to this planet. I have no idea why, but there is no DHD on this planet and every so often people come through the gate. Most of the time they are unsavoury characters who are quite happy to join Jatels little gang. I suspect that planets may send their criminals here."

He knew all about the wraith and the last thing he wanted to do was to come in contact with them. He sure hoped that they never came to this planet, but that was a question for another time.

"What happens to people who don't want to join Jatels gang?"

"Some get killed, others are left to fend for themselves. Some manage to survive for a time, but they are usually too sick or weak to live for long."

"So, survival rates are low, and people can't off this planet," he muttered more to himself than Timus.

"Okay, I've told you who I am and how I ended up here," Timus began, "so tell me what's your story stranger?"

He stared at Timus because he had no answer to that question, "honestly Timus, I have no idea who I am or why I'm here.

TBC…

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