Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. I hope the end doesn't seem a bit rash. But, you know, I had to fit it in and make it work with the little inspiration that I had. (my muse seems to be on vacation) Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Summary: When SG-1 travels back to P3X-4875, what will they find?
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Chapter 4:
Findings

**Briefing Room**

The next day, Sam had finally decided to tell everyone her experiences. So she, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c, and Janet all sat around the briefing room table waiting for General Hammond to arrive.
Jack knew that last night, what she had told him, was something very hard to have confronted. One time was bad enough, but a second was going to be torture. He also knew from experience that talking about it and confronting made it easier to bare. And that's what she needed right now; to be able to live with it.
General Hammond walked in and all five of them stood. When he sat down at the head of the table he gestured for them to sit as well. He looked over at Sam and the look in his eyes was something of comfort that only a true friend could muster.
"Carter, you don't have to do this. Not if you're not ready," Jack whispered to Sam, who sat to his right.
She shook her head, "No, I have to. If not for myself, then for the Prit." She had not told him the names of the sects, but Jack guessed she was talking about the artists; the ones in those camps.
She took a deep breath but did not stand when she started to talk to them. Instead, she remained seated and addressed them in that fashion. "On P3X-4875, I went near the mountains, separating myself from the group, to check something out. Someone knocked me out from behind and, when I came to, I was in a cave of sorts. A young man who took care of me while I was unconscious explained to me that it was a prison camp."
She stopped there and looked over to Jack for support. He gave her an encouraging smile before she continued. "His planet is in the middle of a civil war. The Prit, his people, and the Narious, the others, are the two main sects of the planet. The Prit are artists but the Narious are warriors and are winning at the moment. The people in the camps are civilians; men, women, and children ranging from five to fifty."
Hearing that there was a war going on and that one side was taking civilian prisoners was bad enough; that they took children and elders was far worse. But, again, that wouldn't compare to what their ears were about to hear.
Sam looked over at Janet as she asked, "Did they fed them at all."
"If you can consider what they gave them food, then yes, every other day or so. Watery soup and stale bread filled with sand was all they gave them if that. But that wasn't the worst that they did."
Sam stopped, unable to continue what she had started to say. Jack seeing that she was coming to the hardest part of it and that everyone wanted to know what that was, he came to her rescue. "They beat them, sir. From what Carter told me, they worked them to death. Many others died from illness that was going around or hunger. The guards beat them out of pleasure. They did it to anyone they pleased. Carter even-"
"They beat a little girl, about Cassie's age, to death. If they were going to beat someone, they would go after the youngest, oldest, weakest, or illest of the bunch so they would get no resistance. The prisoners were all to afraid to help."
She got similar reactions from these four as she got from Jack the other night. They were mortified that someone could be that heartless (forgetting the Gou'ald for the time), discussed that they would do that, and angered that they continued to do that.
"Sir, I would like to be able to go there and help them," Sam requested, getting the full support from the rest of SG-1.
"What about the guards? Won't they cause a problem?" General Hammond asked with skepticism to ensure the protection of his people.
"There are only two guards per cell of about one hundred. They have primitive weapons that we can match easily," Sam informed him, hoping that he would let them go.
General Hammond thought it through and then he said, "Very well, if the M.A.L.P. doesn't detect anything in the vicinity of the mountains, then you have a go."

**P3X-4875**

"This is it," Sam called as she found the entrance to the cave.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked as himself, Janet, Daniel, and Teal'c followed her to the cave in the mountains.
"Posi...tive." The way she spoke was not reassuring. When they entered the cave and caught up to her, they found out why. Jack had to sallow hard so he didn't vomit but Daniel wasn't as lucky. He ran back outside and some gagging sound followed.
By the time he came back in, Janet was kneeling down next to one of the hundreds of corpses in there. The room was filled with dead bodies. Hundreds of them, half tossed into the corners and the rest just lying wherever they had died.
"Sir, my best guess is that they have been dead for... over two-hundred years."
"What? That can be possible, I know these some people. I spoke to them not more than a week ago." Sam wasn't paying attention and almost tripped over one of the bodies. She looked down and something caught her eye. She knelt down, again on the verge of crying. Her had reached out to grab a chain that was tied around his/her neck. When she moved it further from the dead body, it became easier to see. A green jewel with white swirls in it. "Darwin. He was the one that taught me how to survive in this place and explained what happened."
They all saw the way she took the necklace and said his name. He was real to her, she knew him some how. And considering he had been dead for two hundred years, it was a mystery worth investigating.
"Col., if I could bring one or two bodies back, then perhaps I could figure out what's going on," Janet asked.
"Alright, but only one." Janet and Daniel carefully wrapped a body in a blanket and slowly picked it up. They eased it out of the cave as Sam, Jack, and Teal'c followed. Once they reached the Stargate, Sam dialed Earth and Jack sent the IRIS code through.

**SGC Infirmary**

Janet was almost done with her examination of Sam; all but the shot. Sam looked over at Janet as she put the medicine in the injection.

She was in a white room and the only furnishings was the white desk that one of the two men in there. They seemed to be having a private conversation but she couldn't heard them. She was wary and couldn't focus.
The man at the desk nodded his head and said something that she couldn't make out. The second man walked up to her and pulled out a needle. He put it up to her neck and injected her. After the sharp pain in her neck subsided, everything became black.

She shuttered violently as she felt the needle puncture her skin. "Are you ok?"
Sam looked over her shoulder at Janet who looked at her with a worried stare. She nodded, "I just remembered something. I was in this room and these two men were talking but I couldn't understand them. Then one of them injected me with something and I was knocked unconscious."
"You did have a deadly amount of drugs in your system; that must have been it," Janet stated.
"Has to be. The only strange thing is, even though I was pretty out of it, they didn't look like they were Prit or Narious. And I don't know who they would be."
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So, what happened to the bodies? How could she know people who died two hundred years ago?
R/R and tell me what you think.