The two bodies were not moving. Curious. Greeting them did not seem appropriate. No, according to the mind of the femel it would not be possible. Not right with their customs.

The mel, a strange one. Much like their own kind yet not quite. His basic grains were not . . . the same. More complex, more delicately designed. They did not create their own food. That had quickly become common knowledge.

The routes were buzzing now with this knowledge. Their gathering . . . led by the ever intrepid Krellin were learning much. The femel had so much information of strange and glorious things that none of them had been able to know. They all grieved the lack of what they were learning was called 'mobility.' All they had known was this valley. And the gifts that Mount had offered them on occasion. But he too had no . . . mobility. Unlike these mel and femel.

It wasn't until the mel began to move that they retracted as one. Returning to their stasis of non-movement. They had expended so much energy already there was not much other choice available.

Jack came to. His eyes closed. As if they wouldn't open whether he tried or not. He didn't care to find out. He was quite comfortable...until he heard noises.

One eye opened and he saw the pitch blackness. He could feel a warm weight on his shoulder, someone breathing beside him. But that hadn't been the noise. No, it was something shuffling. Something moving on rocks, dirt or gravel. He moved the free arm, the one not supporting a warm body, around until his hand hit the shaft of the flashlight and he turned it on. The light was a blinding shock of pain at first but as his eyes adjusted he could see the valley.

The same old, same old valley. Since when had this hell become same old, Jack?

Flicking the flashlight back off, his arm dropped back to the blanket covering him. Which surprised him. He remembered it being cold before. Deathly cold. Now it was. . . nice. The blanket wasn't smothering him so he didn't bother with it. He hoped to hell he wasn't already hypothermic and this was just the last step before lights out for good.

It then occurred to him that he was feeling a definitely human, definitely warm body beside him and he cautiously turned his head. And there she was. Carter, sleeping peacefully as if she hadn't a care in the world. How nice.

Jack sighed and closed his eyes again, letting his head fall back into the position it decided it liked the best. Then he tried moving other body parts. Both arms seemed to want to work, his collar bone felt fine. Head hurt. Legs...yeah legs would be a problem. As if they hadn't ever been in the past, old boy?

The shifting, and the slight groan of pain had made it obvious though. He wasn't going anywhere. It also served to wake Carter. Who never woke quietly he reminded himself, sustaining the kick and smack stoically.

"Morning, Carter." He muttered, then tried to sit up the moment her head left his shoulder. This made him aware of another need. One he had been unconsciously ignoring. Another obstacle, grand.

"Sir?" Carter blinked at the darkness, then looked to where the Colonel should be and found a darker shadow but not much else. She felt around for her own flashlight and frowned.

"My flashlight's gone." She said softly, frowning and sitting up herself. It wasn't until her hand hit something plant-like that she remembered. The planet, the valley, the pain, the Asguard. Oh yeah.

She rubbed a hand over her face and jumped as her hand touched something gooey, and slimy and...not nice at all.

"Oh god!" She gasped wiping what had clung to her hand hurriedly onto her BDU pants, shuddering slightly.

"What?"

"Something...slimy, sir."

Jack finally got into a sitting position he could keep and looked to where Carter's voice was coming from.

"Slimy?" He asked carefully. He didn't want to know. But then he was the Colonel and he had to know. That was his job.

"It smells...like some sort of plant excretion."

"I don't even want to know how you know that."

"Well sir . . ." She tried to explain but he cut her off with his usual unintelligible exclamation.

"Is it adversely affecting you, Major?" Jack asked carefully gently laying his hands over the most painful spots on his legs. He encountered wetness which he assumed to be blood but not alot of it, which was a good sign.

"I don't think so, sir." She said carefully, reaching out her hand to touch his shoulder, then his arm. Trying to orient herself. Assure herself that he was indeed there.

Jack withstood it and otherwise ignored the contact, nice as it was. "All right. There's not much we can do until that sun rises." He decided to state the obvious frustrated that they could do nothing. "You didn't happen to see any wood on your way down?"

Sam shot an incredulous look into the darkness. "No sir. Didn't have much time for that."

"Figures."

Sam snorted softly and shook her head, then sat back. The silence descended over them quickly and she let it. Morning would come eventually.