There weren't any Goa'uld. Not that Shawn could tell, anyways. There weren't any people at all. At least, he hadn't seen any on the two trips he'd made around the planet. There HAD been people, because he'd flown the Attacker right over some ruins, and had seen evidence of other ruins in other locations. Too far away to really tell what they were without going and looking, and Shawn had to pee so badly by then that he wasn't thinking about anything but. He certainly wasn't thinking about exploring.

"Once more around the place," he told himself. "Then I'm going to have to set it down."

He went around again, this time following the longitude of the planet instead of the equator, and something caught his eye off to his right as he passed the middle areas of the main land mass. He veered off, turning the ship that direction, and found himself flying over yet another ruin, although this one was the biggest of those that he'd seen. There were even a few buildings that were intact – they had roofs, anyways – although they looked ratty and pockmarked. There was even water close by, which made Shawn suddenly aware of just how thirsty he was. This was where he was going to sit down, he decided.

~*~

The Gate flared.

"Keep the iris open! Security teams. Post!"

They had no choice. Hammond didn't know who was coming through, but on the off chance it was the boy, he couldn't close the iris.

"Receiving Tok'ra IDC, Sir."

Hammond nodded, but the iris was already open, so he didn't have to tell them to open it. There was a disturbance at the entrance to the Command center and the General looked over to see SG-1 come rushing in, hope on each of their faces.

"It's the Tok'ra," Hammond told them.

"Oh."

Jack led his team down to the Embarkation room, and they arrived just as Jacob Carter emerged from the Gate. The Tok'ra stopped at the top of the ramp just long enough to be properly identified by the security teams and by Hammond, who ordered them to stand down, and then he walked down the ramp to his daughter and the others.

"Hi Sam," Jacob said, smiling. He was always glad to see her, well aware that he was living on time he never should have had. It made his relationship with Sam far more intense than it ever had been before he'd Blended.

"Hi, dad." Carter hugged her father, and if Jacob noticed that she squeezed him just a little tighter than normal, who was he to complain?

"Jacob. How are you?"

"Hi, Jack. Doing good, thanks."

He noticed O'Neill was looking a lot more tense than was normal. Even for Jack. But Jacob had news that might cheer him up. Well, a little, maybe. Maybe not.

"I have some information that might pertain to your missing boy."

Everyone was instantly alert, and Jacob would have grinned, if he hadn't been so aware of just how upset they all were.

"What do you know?" Jack asked as Hammond entered the room, coming down from the Command center.

"An operative on a Goa'uld ship informed us about ten minutes ago that a few hours ago they had an odd altercation with an Asgard Attacker. Apparently, it came out of hyperspace right in front of them, they challenged it, and it took off again immediately. The operative says that the voice he heard over the intercom didn't sound at all Asgard, and sounded more than a little hysterical. It sounds like it could have been your boy, except this person spoke perfect Goa'uld, and I –"

"He speaks Goa'uld," Daniel interrupted.

"Fluently." Teal'c confirmed.

"Then it's probably him."

"What happened to him?" Jack asked.

"He took off before they could shoot him down. Which was what they were going to do. The order had been given, but our operative was the one at the weapons, and he hesitated."

"Thanks God," Carter said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So? Can we find him?" Jack asked.

"The Goa'uld are looking for him." Jacob replied. "They haven't found him yet, though, and it's unlikely they will. Like I said, he jumped back into hyperspace, and vanished."

"At least we know he's alive." Hammond said.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm going to get back," Jacob said. "I just thought you'd want to-"

"We appreciate it, Jacob," Jack said, reaching his hand out.

"If I hear anything else, you'll be the first to know," The Tok'ra promised, shaking the Colonel's hand.