As General Hammond strolled in to the briefing room the soft chatter ceased.

"Morning," Hammond said with that grin on his face telling us he knew full well we didn't like Saturday morning missions.

It was hardly a good morning when they all had to get up at 5:30am for work, O'Neill thought.

As Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and Hammond settled into the uncomfortable chairs, Hammond handed out the briefing packets.

Just as O'Neill was asking himself why the Air Force couldn't give the SGC more comfortable chairs, Hammond began.

"As you all know, we have been sending MALPS to the new coordinates that O'Neill entered into our computers when he had the memories of the Ancients. We have been sharing these coordinates with the Tok'ra, hoping they would know of any of these planets. Up until now they have not."

Carter and Daniel looked like they were about to jump out of their seats.

Teal'c looked mildly interested, and O'Neill had a grimace on his face.

His dislike for the Tok'ra was legendary on the base.

"Recently they have identified a planet they thought to be without a Stargate; P3X-247. They had briefly visited this planet many years ago, and had not located the gate. They say it is a deserted wasteland; nothing but cliffs, desert, and a bit of vegetation. Your mission is to decide whether this planet is worth exploring. This is a potential spot for an new SGC site, so look out for civilizations, although from what the Tok'ra tell me, that is unlikely."

"Sounds simple enough," Daniel commented loftily.

"Indeed," Teal'c slipped in.

"But," there was always a 'but', O'Neill thought, "the Tok'ra have informed us that temperatures on this planet can be above 120F. Carter, I believe you have been on a mission like this before. You know what weather precautions to bring."

Carter nodded, and Hammond nodded back.

"Dismissed."

As everyone rose O'Neill was thinking that for once he could have a relaxing mission.

Of course, he was wrong.

Teal'c, Carter, and O'Neill were already in the gateroom by the time the dialing started.

Daniel trailed in fixing the strings on his floppy hat.

"Danny Boy!" O'Neill shouted gaily.

Daniel looked up warily.

"Oh don't give me that look," O'Neill said, still with a grin on his face.

Daniel knew what was coming.

"Jack."

"Daniel."

Teal'c and Carter tried to keep from grinning.

Daniel sighed.

"I am not going to make a bet about the mission with you again."

"Oh for crying out loud. It's not like it's going to hurt you," he paused, "What do you think it will be this time?"

"Last time I bet with you I lost a weeks paycheck."

Walter finally said over the intercom, "Chevron 7 locked."

The familiar swoosh came and went.

SG-1 trudged up the ramp to the shimmering pool.

O'Neill was in the lead but looked back at Daniel, Carter, and Teal'c.

"Well? No one wants to guess what is on the other side? I'm not taking any bets once we get there."

Daniel shook his head with slight smile on his lips.

Teal'c announced, "If I can recall correctly, last time I made a bet with you O'Neill, I did not fare well."

"I'm sitting this once out sir," Carter chimed in.

"Ok fine. Since no one else guessed, I'll make a wild one. We will be surrounded and at gunpoint when we get there."

"On a deserted planet?" Daniel looked incredulous.

"You never know," O'Neill smartly answered, turned around, and walked through.

When SG-1 arrived on P3X-247 O'Neill heard Daniel mutter, "I hate it when he's right."