'What's going on?' Jack stood in the command room with his arms folded, looking at an open Stargate.

'It's SG-5 sir,' Siler told him, 'We have an incoming signal.'

'Well, get it sorted.' he ordered.

Major Scott's face appeared on the overhead, the screen blurring, 'Sir… something… DHD… can't… sent… hurt… destroyed…' The sound of static punctuated Scott's words, '… heavily armed… can't… home… need… re… help-' The gate shut down, cutting off the connection.

'What happened?' Jack demanded.

'Stats read that the wormhole integrity was unstable,' Siler studied the information on the computer in front of him, 'it could not be sustained.'

'Dial it up,' Jack nodded towards the gate, 'Get that officer back on these screens Sergeant.'

'Yes sir.'

Three hours and numerous dial-ups later, Jack was still in the command room pinching the bridge of his nose. He rubbed his hands over his face.

'How are we doing?' Daniel entered.

'I've lost count…' Jack replied, '… and the will to live.'

'We have attempted to make contact with SG-5 approximately 96 times.' Teal'c informed him.

'Approximately?' Daniel raised an eyebrow.

'He probably means to say exactly.' Jack said.

'Sir, we have a stable wormhole.' Siler informed him. He tapped a number of keys, 'Connection made.'

'Scott, can you hear me?' Jack looked up at a blank screen.

It flickered into life and the Major's face appeared, 'Loud and clear, sir… very clear.'

'What's your situation, Major?'

'Just previous to our transmission, upon dialling home, Lieutenant Kensington attempted to enter the wormhole; he was propelled backwards and badly hurt. It seems he was burnt by an extremely large electric pulse. We attempted to send the MALP through, which was also rejected and destroyed,' Major Scott looked behind herself, 'Sir, this planet is swarming with Jaffa; heavily armed Jaffa and we're a man down. I don't know how long we'll last out here. We desperately need medical attention for Kensington.'

'So get your asses through the gate.' Jack replied.

'They can't,' Daniel's quiet voice sounded behind him, 'It's an outgoing wormhole Jack.'

'So…?'

'So it's an incoming wormhole to us, sir.' Scott informed him.

Jack looked up at the screen, down at Daniel and back to the Major's face, 'Hang on; we'll come up with something. We won't leave you out there.'

'Yes sir.' Scott saluted before the gate closed.

'Wormhole integrity compromised sir.' Siler explained.

'Okay,' Jack turned to Daniel and Teal'c, 'what do you guys know about this stuff?'

'Jack, the extent of my knowledge of this is that matter cannot come in through an outgoing wormhole,' Daniel replied, 'I'm just an archaeologist.'

'Aww… come on Danny Boy,' Jack said, 'don't sell yourself short.'

'O'Neill, I believe there is only one person who could find a solution to this problem.' Teal'c said.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut, 'I was afraid you were going to say that.' He looked at them, 'I hate begging.'