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Chapter 2

After one night in the desert, the SG1 team decided they'd had enough of sun, sand and, for Daniel, sneezing. San had woken up confused but a little better after sleep. Her leg still hurt but it wasn't as bad. She was just trying to enjoy some sort of Egyptian remedy when once again Jack walked in. It must have been the third time today and it was only early.

"Hey," Jack walked in looking at the stone cup she was holding in her hand. "What have they got you drinking now?"

"Oh, this?" she lifted the cup for him to inspect its contents, "I'm not sure but it tastes...er...icky?" Jack was mildly surprised by her lack of scientific explanation. He picked up some of the herbal jars and looked over them whilst talking.

"Good news." he began while pulling a face at a nasty smelling blue substance. "We're finally getting out of here, that healer woman...Islyndor, she says you'll be OK to travel." she choked back the so called 'icky' liquid with a disgusted look that caused Jack to grin.

"How come we're leaving? Don't we need to find Sekhmet?" she continued on, not waiting for an answer, "and I'd like a chance to have a look at some of these remedies, some of them could be useful."

"Really, you think these could be useful." He turned towards her pointing a stone jar in her direction, it contained another gloopy elixir that smelled strongly of bacon. 'Wonder if it's made of Scorpions?' mused Jack.

"Well, I mean once we've analysed them and run some tests." Sam looked at Jack, he was wearing another of his glazed expressions.

"Well anyway, Daniel's going over a few things, ideas he wants to try out for us getting home. He's not too sure though, says he can't concentrate with all the camels around. You know he gets worse all the time..." A sudden scream from Sam ended his babbling and he spun around to see her fall.

"Sam!" He grabbed her just in time. "I need a little help in here somebody." He steadied Sam and ran out to find someone.

Just as he opened the tent flap Daniel and Teal'c ran in followed by Rick, his revolver at the ready, Evie with a sword, Ahdeth with his machine gun and Jonathan with a large stick. Jack looked up at them all one by one. "Sam just screamed then fainted."

After the big dramatic entrance each of them lowered their weapons. "Well, I knew it couldn't be anything big." Jonathan sat down next to a jar of eyes, let out a short, sharp yelp and resumed his standing position. At that moment Islyndor walked in. She shouted some kind of ancient language and shooed them all away. Ahdeth went to talk to her in his own language.

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It must have been over an hour later, Ahdeth returned to the group and came to talk to Jack and the rest of SG1. "I'm sorry," He looked at them all. "Your friend, Samantha, she has suffered another flashback. It seems your return home will have to be delayed a little longer."

"Well, how much longer?" Jack seemed deeply concerned.

"We cannot be sure. Islyndor has assured me that Samantha will be well by the time she has rested, but we cannot predict when she will have her next attack."

"What? Wait a minute. Attack? You're tellin me that she's being attacked?" Jack was outraged.

"Jack, I think what Ahdeth is saying, is that Sam's suffereing major trauma which is coming in a form of waves. She's been under a lot of stress lately, what with her Dad's death and work."

"Look Danny you don't have to tell me about the stress she's been under, I know. The only thing you have to tell me is that she'll be OK."

"Sam'll be fine, Jack really, she just needs rest."

"Perhaps we should stay here, it would be wise to let Major Carter recover before journeying again. I'm sure Ahdeth would allow us to stay in his camp for a few more days." Teal'c had been rather quiet so far, this input had made everyone turn. He looked at Ahdeth. He hesitated at first but finally consented with a nod.

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Returning to their tent, the SG1 team began to reconfigure a plan to get home. "You know I really think we should go and let Sam rest at home, I don't trust these people." Jack was thinking of what other delightful quisines they could be offered, somehow he just knew there'd be a repeat performance of breakfast.

"I don't know if we should wake her. It could cause her to go into neural shock. That could be real dangerous." Daniel whittered on again. He went into an excited trance of explaining many other ways of getting back to the SGC, most of them very confusing and very complicated. Jack stood up and left to go and see Sam. On his way over to the healers tent he was ambushed. Evie walked over to him abondoning Jonathan mid-sentence.

"Colonel O'Neill." Evie was half running, trying to catch up with him.

"Call me Jack." He wanted to see Sam, badly. But perhaps he owed it to these people to at least spend a little time with them, after all they were allowing them to stay with them.

"Jack. I would like to take a minute of your time to discuss well, what you are doing here." She almost fell over him he stopped that suddenly. "Thank you. Now would you like to come over to our tent for something to eat?"

He regarded her with an eyebrow raised, thinking about what Sam would say if she knew he was considering telling this woman everything about the 20th century. He vaguely recalled something about a theory and an old relative...the Grandfather theory or something. Sam's tone at the time had been serious, which apparently meant he shouldn't tell them anything.

He eventually came back to reality and could hear some sort of noise. It was then he realised, Evie O'Connell had been talking to him. "...well, Colonel, what do you say?" she looked at him with an expecting look on her slim and pretty face.

"Huh? Er...yeah, I don't think so." He tried to get back on track.

She looked rather confused and a little concerned, "You don't think you should have an idea on how to get home?"

Jack seriously considered the answer, "Of course I...no. That kind of thing's Sam's forte, and possibly Daniel's." He looked at her hopefully taking in her confusion. "Daniel, you know him, short, glasses sneezing."

"Oh of course I know him, I just thought that working for a military you may have some idea." She smiled at him, understanding now that he hadn't been listening fully. "Anyway shall we?" Walking in the direction she was pointing in, back to her tent, Jack followed worrying about how he would get out of this one.

When they got there Jack followed her in, she poured out some tea and offered him a seat. He sat and after taking a sip of the hot liquid he relaxed a little.

"So, what do you think about the camp? I know it's not much but it keeps us sheltered." Evie sat down herself and brought with her a handful of paper.

"Er.. well, it seems OK, but why are you here?" Jack looked at the papers she'd just handed, they mainly consisted of newspapers. Jack really didn't see the point of it seen as how he already knew a lot about this time. He decided it would be best to tell her.

"Oh I see your point." she took back the paperwork looking embarrassed and slightly hurt. "Well, then I guess there's only one thing left for me to tell you about us. I suppose you won't have heard about this, it wasn't really known by many. The main reason we stay out here..." Evie cursed, Rick had just walked in.

"Hey sweetie. Where's Jona...watcha doin in here?" his look was one of suprise and worry.

"Oh ...er ...Rick, I was just asking Mr O'Neill about his work." Evie stuttered and stammered, she smiled nervously at him.

"Sweetie, can I talk to you a sec?" Evie nodded and waited, "Outside?" he motioned for her to leave.

"Oh, of course. Excuse me." She stood up and went outside.

"We'll be back in a moment." Rick left without another word. Jack sat still, twiddling his thumbs, he hated these kind of situations.

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Outside, the O'Connells talked in hushed voices. "What, exactly, were you talking about?" Rick looked serious and Evie knew not to lie to her husband when he was serious.

"Oh, nothing dear, it was just, I thought he ought to know why we were here." Evie knew what was coming, the whole, 'We can never tell anyone about what happened out here.' speech.

"Look, you know why we can't tell them anything don't you?" Rick looked into her soft hazel eyes, she was desperate to tell them everything and to learn about them. Her inquisitiveness was one of her more endearing traits and he loved her all the more for it.

"Rick, c'mon, they're from the future, they would probably understand anyway." She hoped that he'd say what she wanted to hear.

"And if they don't?"

"I know. But how else do I explain things."

"Look, just tell them we explore...a lot. I'm going to find Jonathan." Rick looked pointedly at her and turned around to walk away. He paused and turned back, "I'm trusting you Evie. Please, don't tell them."

"OK, I won't. Oh and I think Jonathan's talking to Ahdeth." she smiled and returned to the tent.

"Sorry about that, my over protective husband, telling me what to do, as usual." Evie sat down again and resumed the conversation. For a while they talked about exploring Egypt.

"You know that's something I've never understood." Jack began. "What is it that you find so interesting about Ancient Egypt? I mean Daniel's exactly the same."

"Well, Mr O'Neill.." he cut her off again.

"Call me Jack."

"Well, Jack, what I find so interesting is the adventure." Evie's eyes closed and she seemed to be in a dream.

"Huh?" Jack started to run this through. Adventure? What could be so adventurous about history? The tent flap moved and someone flapped around, caught inside the heavy material. It was Daniel, 'What a suprise.' thought Jack.

"Jack, there's an attack. Things, big things, attacking Islyndor's tent." Daniel was out of breath, he had run.

"What? What things?" Evie had a look of educated seriousness and ran past them, grabbing a sword on her way out.

"Wait a minute, the healer's tent? Sam!" Jack tried to hide the concern in his voice. He stood up and grabbed his gun. Daniel watched him run out. He wasn't sure what was attacking the encampment, several years of studying ancient history hadn't prepared him for this, but he'd coped fairly well with the Goa'uld. Whatever was out there wasn't the Goa'uld and he had a funny feeling Jack's gun wouldn't stop them.

TBC

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