Title Wherever You Go, There You Are

Spoilers: Don't think there are any, at least not yet.

Rating: Um, PG just to be safe. Minor language, a wee bit of something resembling alcohol.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 and Farscape are owned by lovely, wonderful people. I am not among them.

A/N: The story is set sometime in 2nd season Farscape (just pre Crichton discovering the chip) and 4th season Stargate (at least post Divide and Conquer). Anything I write that goes against canon after mid-2nd season Farscape can be blamed on the evil cable company that took Farscape away from me and replaced it with wrestling.

IASA is indeed an international organization, but it has not replaced NASA.

I've been working on this story for awhile. Chunks of the story are already written, but they're not in order so I'm not posting everything at once – mostly because I have to buy some time while I figure out where I'm going. Comments, suggestions, crazy ideas welcome.

The title comes from one of my favorite sayings; the chapter titles all have something in common. Guess what it is and maybe I'll write you in a guest spot! :-)

Wherever You Go, There You Are: I Get Along Without You Very Well

Samantha Carter reached for the TV remote with one hand as she brushed her teeth with the other. After returning from SG1's latest grueling mission, she had stumbled home and into bed. She had no idea what had happened on Earth in the last few days or what the weather was supposed to be. For that matter, she had no idea what day it was. Flipping on CNN for the morning news, she walked back to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth out. Halfway listening to the news, she walked back into the room when the weather came on.

"And here I was hoping we might actually have some decent weather." She walked back into her bedroom. "Oh, what do I care about the weather anyway? I work in a mountain. And it's not like I have a life to enjoy…"

She stopped abruptly. "Oh, hell." She ran into the kitchen to check her calendar. "Oh, hell."

Sam picked up the phone off the counter and dialed a number from memory. "Hi. This is Major Samantha Carter. Is he in yet?"

After waiting a few seconds, "Hi. It's Sam. I hope I'm not calling too early.

"I've been away for most of this week. I wanted to call yesterday, but…

"Anyway, I just wanted to say hi.

"I miss him. Sometimes I pick up the phone and then I realize he's gone.

"Yeah, I know.

"Take care of yourself. You know, if you need anything… Yeah, I will. Bye."

Sam hit the off button on the phone and set it back on the counter. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.


"Carter. You're late." Jack O'Neill barked as she walked into the conference room.

"Sorry, sir. I had to make a phone call before I left the house." She sat down and opened the blue folder in front of her.

"Problem?"

"No, just checking in on a friend. I really should've done it yesterday, but since we weren't here…"

"It's alright, Major." General Hammond jumped in before O'Neill could respond with another remark. "As you can see, SG7's report on P5X-667 indicates that there is an advanced settlement on the planet's surface."

"Are we talking Asgard advanced or Tollan advanced here, General?" Jack asked.

"Neither, Colonel. SG7 reports that the city they visited exhibited technology similar to our own."

"Then they're not really that advanced now, are they?"

Hammond managed to contain his eye-rolling impulse and continued. "The planet is located in a region of space known as the Uncharted Territories. There are several million inhabitants. The Stargate is located near the capital city of one of the nation-states. Apparently it hasn't been used in several centuries, although there are references to an alien race that visited."

"The Goa'uld?" SG1's resident archeologist, Dr. Daniel Jackson, asked.

"Possibly. If so, they didn't stay on the planet very long. There are ruins located near the city. I want SG1 to explore the ruins and determine if it was the Goa'uld. If so, what happened to them?"

"Oh, goody. Ruins. Can we bring back more rocks, too?"

"Artifacts." Daniel absently corrected Jack, which earned him a glare.

Still glaring, Jack asked, "When do we leave?"

"In one hour," Hammond replied. "Dismissed."


Walking across the crowded street, John Crichton reflected that one of his favorite things in the world, or this world anyway, was arguing with Aeryn Sun. She pretended like she didn't care, like she didn't want to win an argument, but he knew better. He'd actually forgotten what they were arguing about at the moment. He was caught up in the way her eyes flashed at him. And the ways her hands moved to punctuate her points, just like she was doing…

"Ow! What'd you do THAT for?" John rubbed the spot on his arm where she hit him.

"To get your attention. Your mind was wandering. Again."

"Well, it wasn't wandering too far."

"Yes, I know just where your mind was wandering." She looked away and smiled.

Crichton grinned broadly. God, he loved arguing with her.

"Where are we supposed to meet D'Argo?" Aeryn asked, bringing his mind back to business.

"There's a bar in the main city square. It's a nice, central location."

"A bar."

"Yes, Aeryn. People, having fun, drinking, talking, dancing."

"Dancing."

"Hey, it could be fun. When's the last time you had fun?"

"As I recall, it didn't involve a bar."

"Well, see, now that's your problem. You don't know how to have fun."

"Really," she said dryly, stopping to face him. "That's not what you said last week in the…"

"Yeah, I remember. I still have the bruise to prove it."

Aeryn looked into his eyes and smiled sweetly. "I'd be happy to give you another to match it." She turned on her heel and walked off in the direction of the town center.

John stared after her for a moment and then followed, shaking his head. God, he loved arguing with her.