Title: Wherever You Go, There You Are

Spoilers: A Human Reaction

Rating: Um, PG just to be safe. Minor language.

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

A/N: My sincerest apologies for this update taking so long. Real life and writer's block - a deadly combination. I promise (really, really, really :- ) that I'll do better! Thanks to everyone who has provided inspiring reviews - hope this was worth the wait!

Wherever You Go, There You Are: If I Had You

"Crichton, what have I told you about bringing home strays?"

"Ah, come on, Chiana. They followed me home; can't I keep 'em?"

"No, you cannot," Rygel said, moving around the three humans. "There are far too many of you humans on Moya as it is."

"They're really from your world?" Chiana asked, giving both O'Neill and Carter the once over.

"Yes. Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Chiana." He pointed at each of them in turn. "Sam's an old friend of mine."

"Really?" She prowled around Sam, asking suggestively, "Just how good of an old friend?"

"Chiana." John warned her off.

She held up her hands, but didn't back away. "Just asking."

Sam, who stood there during the conversation with an amused look on her face, asked, "Do I want to know?"

Before John could answer her, Rygel said, "They can't understand us? Inferior beings."

"Don't they have the microbes?"

"No. Our little backwater planet hasn't figured out things like that yet, remember."

"So, get one of the DRDs and hook them up."

"Not gonna happen, Chi."

Jack leaned over to Sam and said under his breath, "They're talking about us, aren't they?"

"Yes, sir, I would assume so."

Jack shook his head once and grimaced. "I hate it when they do that."

"Just smile, sir, and pretend whatever John tells us is what they actually said."

"Why?"

"Do you really want to get into an argument with someone you can't understand?"

Jack nodded. "I see your point."

"After all, isn't that why you hang out with me and Daniel?" She turned quickly to catch what Crichton was saying, smiling politely at the others.

Dumbfounded, Jack could only say, "What?" Either this Crichton was a bad influence on she had been spending way too much time with her CO. No time to consider which was worse; Crichton was directing them down the corridor.

They stepped into a large room that Jack judged to be the bridge. Command center. Pel'tac. Whatever. He heard Carter say, "Wow," and silently echoed that sentiment. At least it didn't look like a Goa'uld ship. Although.

"What's up with this no chairs thing?"

Everyone turned to look at him, Carter adding, "Sir?" He shrugged and gestured in a wide arc. "I'm just saying, what is it with the lack of adequate seating arrangements on alien space ships?"

"Gives us more room to stride boldly around and look like we're doing something important," Crichton said.

"Oh. Okay."

"Commander Crichton," a voice came from around them, "Could I see you, please?"

"Sure, Pilot. You're our next stop."

Jack gave him a look. "More?"

"You wanna stay here?"

Catching sight of Chiana's feral grin, Jack said, "Oh, I think I can manage a bit longer."


Daniel brushed the dirt off his pants as he stood. "Okay. We've done about all we can do here for the moment. I need to get some things from the SGC. Maybe some of the other things we've found can shed some light on the rest of this mystery."

Zhaan nodded and lifted a hand in farewell - or to shoo him off. Daniel wasn't sure.

"Would you, um, like to come with me? I mean, I'm not actually going through, but you haven't seen the Gate yet."

Zhaan considered a moment, then nodded. "I believe Aeryn should accompany us as well."

Daniel translated to himself, then said, "That's, actually, a good idea. I think General Hammond would like to meet her. And she might feel better about the whole idea."

He grabbed his notebook and followed Zhaan outside. Not seeing Teal'c right away, Daniel radioed his teammate. "Hey, Teal'c. It's Daniel. Where are you?"

"We are on the other side of the temple, Daniel Jackson." A burst of sound from a staff weapon punctuated his words.

Rounding the ruins, Daniel saw Aeryn aiming a staff weapon at a makeshift target some distance away. The blast hit the piece of wood dead on, splintering it into dozens of small chunks. Teal'c gave Aeryn a small nod of approval as she lowered the weapon.

"I see what you mean about the aim being different," Aeryn said, more or less to herself. Catching sight of her shipmate she called, "Zhaan! Having fun?"

"Yes. As are you, it appears."

Aeryn handed the staff weapon back to Teal'c and grinned. "Would you like a try?"

Zhaan smiled indulgently. "Not right now, thank you, Aeryn."

"Do you require assistance, Daniel Jackson?"

"Uh, not exactly. I'm going to the 'gate and I thought Zhaan and Aeryn might like to go," he said, directing the last part at Aeryn. "Has, um, John mentioned his idea?"

"He wants to take me with him."

Zhaan nodded, knowing that Daniel would not understand Aeryn's words. "He has asked permission of their General Hammond."

"He hasn't asked me."

"He is protecting you."

"I can take care of myself."

"Very well, then; he is protecting himself. As long as he believes there is a chance you will go with him, he does not have to choose whether or not to stay here."

"He would not stay because of me."

"You underestimate him."

Daniel, catching the gist of the conversation from Zhaan's side, said, "Aeryn, maybe if you come with us and talk to General Hammond, you'll feel differently about coming to Earth."

"Crichton won't like it if we travel to his planet without him," Aeryn said, stalling.

"We are not traveling through the Stargate, Aeryn, only contacting Daniel's people."

Aeryn noticed Teal'c remained impassive throughout the debate; she had a feeling that he understood the discussion, which was enforced by his raised eyebrow challenging her when she caught his eye. "Alright then." She'd never backed down from a confrontation before; she wasn't about to start now. "Let's go."


"This here's the best seat in the house," John said as they walked into Pilot's chamber.

Jack looked up and saw a many-armed being sitting behind a large panel. "And that would be."

"Pilot. This is where all the action is."

"This is the control center for Moya?" Sam asked.

"Yep. And this is the big guy that runs it all." John leaned over the panel. "How you doing, Pilot?"

"We are well, Commander. Moya and I are pleased you have found some of your own people."

"Not half as pleased as I am, my friend. Pilot, I'd like you to meet Major Samantha Carter and Colonel Jack O'Neill."

"Major Carter, Colonel O'Neill, welcome to Moya. We are delighted to meet friends of Commander Crichton's."

As John translated, Jack looked around the cavernous room. "We? Would this be the royal we? Or do we have someone else floating around here?"

"Moya can't exactly speak for herself, so Pilot does the talking for both of them." John turned back to Pilot. "So, what's up?"

"Moya has picked up several strange energy bursts on the planet's surface."

"Any idea what they are?"

"They seem to wormholes. There have been two since our arrival, and Moya believes there was another shortly before. The most recent one occurred just microns ago."

Carter and O'Neill shared a look. "Uh, yeah. I think that's our fault," he said.

"You ever heard of something called a Stargate, Pilot?" John asked.

"Big, round stone thing." Jack added helpfully.

An arm waved slightly in thought. "I am unfamiliar with anything fitting that description."

John shook his head at Sam, then turned back to Pilot. "The Stargate creates a small, stable wormhole. I'm guessing those are the readings Moya picked up."

"This Stargate is how your people traveled here?"

"Go figure, right? All this time I thought I was the first person from Earth to travel through a wormhole and now I find out there's a whole outfit built around it. All this junk stored up here for nothing." He tapped his head.

"Junk?" Sam asked.

"Wormhole knowledge. During my close encounter with the Ancients they stuck the Wormhole 101 primer in my head. But they locked it up. I didn't even know about it until that damn machine started rooting around in my brain."

"Oh, that sounds familiar," Jack said.

"Do you remember what it is?"

"No. I know it's there, but I can't access it."

Sam said thoughtfully, "The Tok'ra could probably help. They have a device that helps recall memories."

"No. Hell no. Emphatically hell no."

"See," Jack addressed Carter, "I'm not the only one in the universe who doesn't trust their - devices. And he's never even met them."

Sam held up her hands. "It was just a thought."

An arm waved, then pushed a large control. "Commander, Moya just observed another wormhole reading."

"Moya picked another wormhole," John told the other two.

"Probably Daniel contacting the SGC."

Sam counted back in her head. "Or getting the supplies he needed."

"So, we should head back."

"Actually, sir, Daniel will need some more time. And I'd like to learn more about Moya."

Now this was familiar. Jack looked around and picked out a reasonably comfortable-looking spot to sit. "Learn away, Carter," he waved a hand at her.


Neither Aeryn nor Zhaan jumped at the Stargate's whoosh, although Aeryn raised an eyebrow in an impressive imitation of Teal'c. Daniel stood in front of the MALP, waiting for General Hammond.

"Dr. Jackson." Hammond appeared in the small screen. "What's your status?"

"Oh, everything's fine. I'm still working in the temple. Teal'c is here, and Sam and Jack went with Commander Crichton to, um, Moya." Daniel gestured upwards with one hand.

"Moya?"

"It's a, uh, ship. More or less. Their ship, actually." Daniel turned to Zhaan and Aeryn. "General Hammond, may I present Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan and Officer Aeryn Sun. They are crewmates of Commander Crichton's."

"I'm pleased to meet both of you. Dr. Jackson, what have you been able to determine?"

"With Zhaan's help, I've been able to read most of the temple writings. I'm fairly certain the Ancients used this world as some sort of colony, or long-term way station."

"No sign of the Goa'uld?"

"No. And since this Gate address came from the Ancients, it's possible the Goa'uld are not aware of it. There's still some more work I need to do, though."

"How long do you expect to be off world?"

"I doubt they'll be back for a few more hours. And I need a few things from the base to do anything else here."

"What do you need?"

Daniel read off a list of supplies: a couple of books, one of his mission journals, a few random tools, and a few other things that generated a questioning look from Hammond. Daniel's response was only to say, "Sam's request."

The general nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you." Daniel glanced at Aeryn again. "Um, while we're here, I thought you night like to - chat - with Aeryn. At least reassure her that the SGC is not some testing facility for aliens. It would make her feel better about coming back to Earth with us."

"This is the person Commander Crichton wants to bring back with him."

"Yes."

Hammond sighed. "About that, Dr. Jackson. I need to speak with Commander Crichton when he gets back to the planet's surface."

Daniel thought a moment. "The Pentagon said no, didn't they?"

"They feel that there is not sufficient justification in this situation."

Frustration crept into Daniel's voice. "Which part isn't sufficient? That she's a valuable source of information, or that she's being hunted by her own people? I only ask because we've provided asylum for less."

Hammond's voice dropped. "There is some concern that Commander Crichton's status as part of IASA would jeopardize the secrecy of the SGC."

"Don't you mean it would jeopardize the government's control over him? Wait a second. You're saying that they don't want him to come back at all?" Daniel shook his head. "First of all, I don't think we have to worry about either of them showing up on the cover of a tabloid. They both know the consequences of exposure. And second, I think Sam was hoping they would join the SGC. We could use their help."

"They would be valuable allies indeed," Teal'c spoke up.

"I'm doing what I can, but I need some assurances from Commander Crichton. In the meantime, I'll send your supplies through."

"We'll be here." Daniel turned away from the MALP as the Stargate disconnected. "So, I'm thinking that didn't help much, did it?" he asked Aeryn. She shook her head. "Don't worry - we've saved the world a few times. I'm sure somebody owes us a favor."