SG1 did not even look around for the source of the voice this time. Teal'c waited with the others, observing O'Neill counting under his breath through gritted teeth. Approximately 7 seconds later, a flash heralded the arrival of their captor, who looked as implacable as when she had removed Daniel Jackson. She stood about four meters from the team, watching them. The abhorrence she felt for them was obvious in her cold, set features. When none of the team replied to her rather unwelcome statement, she spoke again,

"It is necessary for you all to be present for Major Carter's trial. Stand and prepare to be removed from this room."

O'Neill opened his mouth, no doubt to make one of his customary mocking replies, when,

"Why? So you can make me send them to their deaths or something? Or maybe I'll just have to kill someone. Why don't you just-"

"Stand down Major."

"Colonel-"

"Stand down."

Teal'c watched his friend slump back against the wall, the fiery glare in her eyes subsiding. The alien stood silently, apparently choosing to ignore the Major's outburst. O'Neill looked sympathetically at his 2IC, and without looking at their captor said in neutral tones, "Carter and Daniel are injured, they aren't in any shape to be put on trial or tested, or whatever. I was a fool to let you take Daniel last time"

Something akin to amusement washed over Teal'c as the alien's face twisted in annoyance. "Their participation is not optional as I have reiterated to you before. You WILL stand trial or you shall all die."

"What again?"

Teal'c could not help but smile, and despite the pain they were obviously in, smirks appeared on the faces of Major Carter and Daniel Jackson. However dire the circumstance, O'Neill's dry wit was always a source of entertainment, and sometimes frustration for SG1. Few foes would ever out-talk the sharp tongue of Colonel O'Neill. Though Teal'c did wish he would refrain from infuriating already angry enemies to the point when they would assault him sometimes. O'Neill always claimed the pain was worth it to "get one over those sonofaserpent snakeheads". While Teal'c agreed there was amusement in speechless rage of the outwitted Goa'uld's, he was sure Doctor Fraiser did not share O'Neill's sentiments and would prefer he spent more time in silence and less time in her infirmary.

The alien remained impassive, but her next words were spoken in a manner so glacial, Teal'c felt chilled inside.

"For your insolence Colonel O'Neill, your friends injuries will remain. They will serve as a reminder next time you think to speak in so impudent a manner to us. If they hinder Major Carter's trial, you have only yourself to blame, for thinking more of antagonizing us than protecting you're supposed friends."

At that statement, Teal'c began to rise, and he heard O'Neill begin, "You slimly son-of-a"

"Sir!"

Teal'c felt a hand on his shoulder, Daniel Jackson. The archeologist shook his head slightly, a desperate expression in his eyes. Teal'c froze, remembering the last time they had attempted to defy this strange being. Was she not in part correct if he proceeded? He would be risking the lives of his friends for very little. He sat back down, nodding to Daniel Jackson.

"Sir, if she injures you, how will that help us?" Major Carter was imploring O'Neill. "Please Sir."

Teal'c watched apprehensively as O'Neill ceased his tirade, looking at his subordinate. The rage slowly drained out of the man's face to be replaced by resignation. In a silent gesture, O'Neill stood, and offered a hand to Major Carter. Teal'c followed his example with Daniel Jackson who was obviously suffering the return of his concussion. Careful not to jar his injured arm, Teal'c helped him stand, and faced the alien woman stoically.

The alien stared back at him, her indifferent gaze flickering over the team.

Then the hall span, the arches blurred, and Teal'c was no longer in the hall.

Flinching as she stumbled forward, Sam Carter was reminded of her first trip through the stargate. Except she didn't have a concussion that was making things spin then, or injured rubs and an ankle that sent flares of agony up her leg with each step.

Mentally she was reprimanding herself. She should have argued with the alien. Tried to make her leave the Colonel, Daniel, and Teal'c out of this. She doubted whatever her trial was would be fun for the guys. She stumbled slightly, her ankle giving way, and felt two pairs of hands, the colonel and Teal'c pulling her back up. "Woah there Carter." Her CO said firmly, keeping a hand on her arm. "Now anyone want to tell us where the heck we are?" Sam looked up wearily.

What she saw looked fairly simple. A long, long, LONG, corridor. There was no discernable end, just a deep darkness stretching into the distance. It was, this time by large skylights in the roof, which was about 15 feet high. The reassurance there was at least a world outside their prison cheered her immensely. Her military mind began to come up with possible escape plans, while her scientific mind examined and dismissed each. Whatever this test was, she'd get through it. Of course she would, wouldn't she? She had too, because otherwise she was dead, and more importantly, her team was dead.

She would NOT be the weak link here.

A shimmer in the air and she was in front of them. "Oh boy." A mutter came from beside her.

"Your task, SG1." Her cold, emotionless voice echoed round the corridor. "Major Carter must make it through this passage, alive, and collect the red flag from the blue stand she will find at the end of the way. She should transfer it to the red stand, and remove the flag present there. If she fails to complete this task, or dies in the process," she paused, "I believe you are aware of the consequences."

Sam listened and glanced warily up the corridor. It seemed simple enough. Of course, it wouldn't be, Murphy's law being SG1's law on virtually every mission they went on. The colonel seemed to have the same idea; he was frowning into the gloom.

"So what's our part in this little hike? I just know there has to be a catch somewhere."

Those eyes, no irises, turned upon Colonel O'Neill. Sam shuddered inwardly, hardly the worst thing she'd ever seen of course but the pupils looked darker than they should, and amplified the unnatural aspect of her face. Her features were blank; no emotion was imprinted upon them.

'Like a corpse' a voice in her head remarked, Sam had to force herself not to visibly cringe.

"Your duty will be to protect Major Carter, and ensure she completes her task. Without her sight she will we believe she will find it difficult to defend herself."

"Without her sight!?"

"Without my sight!?"

Sam and her team exclaimed. She felt the beginnings of panic in her stomach. She was meant to do this blind? The alien had raised her hand again, "That is the task. As your feeble minds suspect, all is not as it seems here. You shall ensure she succeeds, or you shall all die. That is all and everything you must do."

Those white eyes turned on her now, "You shall demonstrate your trust for your teammates, or you shall perish with them. This is your trial Major Carter, do not fail them."

The alien lowered her hand, and everything went black.

'Darn it' a small voice swore in Jack's head. That alien freak had vanished again, and Carter was looking distinctly…blind.

"Sir I can't see!" His 2IC exclaimed, panic in her voice, and a hand rubbing her eyes. He kept a hand on her arm, both to reassure her, and make sure the effects of her injuries didn't make her fall again. "It's alright Carter, we'll do this thing, and then Miss White-eyes can give you your vision back."

"umm Jack? That might not be so easy." Jack turned to Daniel, the question dying on his lips.

Behind him stood one of the largest, most ugly Unas he had ever seen. And it did not look happy.

"Oh s-"