It was twelve 'o'clock at night. A smooth shadow moved through the SGC. It was closely followed by another, and then another. Then two shadows went to the Stargate room and the other one went to the dialling room...

An alarm went off somewhere in the base. General Hammond woke up in his bed. He heard the alarm and knew what it meant.

Two shadows jumped through the now open wormhole in front of them. It looked like a pool of water and indeed when the shadows jumped through the pool rippled. A third shadow flung itself through the closing door into the Stargate room.

General Hammond reached the dialling room and looked through the window. He saw the open wormhole and the figure getting ready to jump through. "Stop! Stop!" shouted Hammond over the microphone, "Goddamn it! Stop him!"

The shadow turned round and saluted to General Hammond. Then without further a due it hurled itself through the Stargate just as the pool disappeared.

"Who was that? I need answers goddamn it!" shouted Hammond, "Lieutenant? Who were they?" The lieutenant froze under the General's gaze. He didn't know who had opened it, but that wasn't really an issue right now!

"Um, I believe we... don't..." a chime on the telephone saved the small man from certain disaster. Hammond walked over and picked up the telephone.

"Hello? Yes... no... I never gave them the order! Where did they go? What? Ok... yes, I'll get the lieutenant to do it!" Hammond put down the phone. The lieutenant looked at the General. "SG-1 just went through the Stargate! I need you to find out where they went!" he said.

"Yes sir!" said the lieutenant. He went over to the computers and started typing in commands. His face changed as he saw the words flash on the screen. The words read: P3X-254. "Sir... this doesn't make sense! It says we last dialled P3X-254! But we dialled that yesterday! They must have deleted the address!" said the lieutenant.

"What? They deleted it? Is there no way of getting it back?" asked Hammond. The lieutenant shook his head. "Shit! Where could they have gone? Shit!" shouted Hammond; he then walked out the room shouting all the way down the corridor. The lieutenant looked at the computer screen again. That had gone better than expected; he had thought he was going to get fired.

Several billion light years away O'Neill lay in muddy green water. Next to him lay Daniel with a cut on his forehead. Teal'c was standing next to them. O'Neill and the team had got better at going through the Stargate after god knows how many years. They had managed to stand up when they went through and everything. It's just they hadn't expected the Stargate to be ten feet off the ground! They had come through and fallen straight into this swamp. Daniel had hit his head and O'Neill had hit his arm. Teal'c was the only one who was ok! So this swampy marshland was Carter's idea of beautiful was it? Thought O'Neill. Well screw this!

"Ow, my arm! Help me up Teal'c would ya?" said O'Neill. Teal'c reached down and pulled O'Neill to his feet. "Lets help Daniel."

"I'm up," said Daniel who was getting up. The cut no his head was starting to stop bleeding. He looked around and saw a man in nothing more than a loin cloth standing in front of them. He looked quite young, in his thirties, and very athletic. "Jack... we've got company!"

"You're the linguist, speak to him!" whispered O'Neill.

"We, came erm... through the er... chappai?" said Daniel.

"What is that?" asked the man.

"The big round thing," said Daniel. The man looked from Daniel to O'Neill and then his eyes fell on Teal'c.

"We call it the Stargate!" said the man, "why are you here?"

"We come in search of our friends. They crash landed here on a ship, about 24 hours ago. We're looking for them because they could be in great danger!" said Daniel.

"Oh, there was a small ship that landed here. Apparently the people in it ran to the castle. Also there was a huge ship that we could see out on the edge. A smaller ship came down from that. The things in there went after the other two," informed the man, "I could take you there. It's only three or four miles." Daniel looked at O'Neill who looked straight back.

"Ok, let's go!" said O'Neill.

"I must warn you, my people do not like travellers! We have set many traps for people like you. I know where they are, but to prove yourself in my eyes you must not die!" said the man. O'Neill looked at Daniel. Teal'c started wading through the swampy undergrowth.

"Well this is going to be fun," said Daniel not taking his eyes off O'Neill.

"Yep," said O'Neill who stared at the ground as he walked. "Daniel, did you ever wonder about this kind of thing when you were a kid?"

"What are you talking about?" asked Daniel who was now warily watching where he was going.

"About aliens, and adventure and traps and things?" asked O'Neill waving his arms as he spoke.

"Oh, yeah. I always wanted to be the one to discover aliens, but I also wanted to be an archaeologist. I picked the one I was most likely to achieve! Now look at me, I'm both!" answered Daniel giving a weak smile. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just I had a dream last night about when I was a kid, right? And, well, I was playing a game with my friends and, this is it! This is the game! Word for word perfect! I probably know where all the traps are!" said O'Neill.

"Jack! Stop trying to scare me!" said Daniel in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual.

"Oh no, this is the bit... Teal'c! No!" O'Neill shouted as he rushed toward Teal'c. He jumped into the jaffa and knocked him over. Then from inside a tree came a big scythe that was just at the right level to cut Teal'c's head off, if he had been standing there and not lying on the ground!

"Teal'c? Are you ok? Jack how did you know that was going to happen?" asked Daniel. Jack looked up at him. Teal'c was on the ground looking at O'Neill.

"I told you Daniel! That was the bit where Charlie got killed from a booby trap!" said O'Neill looking very worried, "Now get on the floor!" Daniel did so. Then a giant arrow shot at just the point where Daniel would have been.

"Very good! You are good!" said the man laughing.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" asked O'Neill raising his gun from its holster.

"No need to get your weapon out friend! We are all friends! Now, I take you where you want to go!" said the man running along happily.

"Good! No more traps," Daniel said relieved.

"Nope, it gets much worse than this!" said O'Neill putting his weapon away again. "Much worse."