Name: Golden Wedding

Author: AthenaIceGoddess

Pairing: Jack / Sam

Rating: T

Humor/ Romance

Spoilers:

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. If I did, Jack and Sam would be married and happily living in Minnesota, but since they aren't...

Chapter 3

( Jack's POV)

Even though they were engaged, life went on as usual at the SGC for Colonel Carter and General O'Neill, and would continue to, at least until they found a suitable replacement for the General.

SG-1 had a mission today, and even though he would never admit it, he was a worse bundle fo nerves then usual. It was bad enough when he was still in denial about his feelings fro his 21C, but now that they were engaged, it was ten times worse.

He grit his teeth as the team walked into the embarkation room, ready and eager to get exploring a planet where their could be almost anything waiting to jump out of the bushes and...

For crying out loud, jack, get a grip. They'll be fine. SHE'LL be fine. "Go ahead." He ground out, leaving for his office as soon as they went though the gate.

Sam's POV

Sam stepped through the gate on the other side, and surveyed their surroundings. Trees, trees, trees, moss, and some rocks.

Jack would love this place. She thought wryly. "Let's get going. We have to make those ruins before dark." She said, heading out. Daniel came up beside her. "Why such a hurry? You wouldn't have a da-ate, would you?" He asked in a teasing tone.

She grinned over at him. Actually, she and Jack did have a date at a romantic restauant tomarrow night, and she had this lovely little black dress she was planning on wearing...

But Daniel wasn't going to know that. "What would give you that idea, Dr. Jackson?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're always grinning and staring off into space. And did I see you two holding hands earlier?"

Damn. No one was supposed to see that. "Must be your romantic nature getting the better of you."

A few hours later...

"Oooh, this is amazing. This is one of the first signs that the goa'uld brought the Welsh people here. I wonder if there's anyone left... I would love to see how the culture would have evolved given the change of scenery..." Daniel trailed off.

"Sam, you had better come over here." Sam left her perch on a large boulder and went over to the archeologist, who had a worried look on his face.

"What is it" She asked, looking over his shoulder at the strange looking lettering. He cleared his throat. "It appears to be a timeline of visits by the 'gods'. I've tranlated some of it, and it appears that they come the same time every century." He stopped and looked at Sam.

"If this is accurate, they're already here." A sliver of fear lanced down Sam's back. he turned and yelled for Teal'c.

"Ok, we're out of here. We'll come back when the Goa'uld are gone." She turned, and they started at leave the clearing.

Before they could get back to the gate, they suddnely found themselves surrounded by the locals, who had their longbows pointed at the team. "Crap." Sam muttered, lowering her weapon.

A tall, red haired male, obviously the leader, stepped forward and barked something in Welsh. Sam looked at Daniel for help.

"He's asking what tribe we're from." Daniel supplied, and answered. The leader wasn't impressed, and took a threatening step towards the archeologist.

"What did you tell him?" Sam asked, annoyed. "I told him we were explorers from a far away place. Apparently, the gould have warned them about explorers from a far away place." Red interrupted, and two men with spears stepped forward, herding them back towards the ruins.

"Now he's saying that we have to see the gods. This is great." Daniel muttered darkly, as they were marched off at a fast pace.

Soon, they found themselves at a small village, only thrity or so people appeared to live there, but the place was busy as a beehive, Jaffa walking around cuffing unsuspecting villagers to the ground.

In the middle of the village, there was a large golden tent with two Jaffa guards posted outside.

"Three guesses whos in there." Daniel muttered to Sam. "I'm guessing it isn't the welcome wagon." Sam replied. They were shoved inside the tent, and found themselves face to face with none other then Bastet, a small time system lord they had done business with a number of years ago.

"Tau'ri." Bastet said, leaning forward in her gilded chair. "You are the last I expected to show up here." She looked at the villagers that had brought the team there. "You will be rewarded for your vigilance. Leave us." Nodding, they retreated with audible relief.

"I warned you last time we parted company that if we were to cross paths again, it would not be pleasant for you. Now you will atone for your sins against your God!" Bastet growled, and called in the guards to take Teal'c and Daniel.

"Shol'va!" One of the Jaffa cried, clubbing Teal'c to the ground. Daniel was similarly incapacitated, leaving Sam alone with the Goa'uld who had a strange hate for the human. A jaffa guard grabbed Carter and shoved her to her knees.

"Where is the leader, the one with the silver hair? I would have enjoyed breaking him." Bastet asked, but Sam stayed silent, simply glaring at the Goa'uld from her place on the floor.

"Ah, no matter. You and your comrades will do nicely. Any last words before your punishment begins?" At Sam's silence, the Goa'uld reached out with the ribbon device. Sam screamed as the device pierced her mind. Her last coherent thought was 'Jack...'

20 hours later

SGC

General O'Neill was frantic. Inside, of course, because again, he couldn't show how much he really wanted to rip out all of his hair, run through the gate and find SG-1.

"SG-1 is past their scheduled check-in time, sir." Walter said as O'Neill entered the control room. As if he didn't know. Damnit...

"Dial it up, Sargeant." The General ordered, and Walter started inputting the co- ordinates to P4A 956.

The gate started dialing on it's own. O'Neill looked at Walter, but he shook his head. "It isn't me, General. Unscheduled offworld activation!" He called over the intercom, and Marines ran in, weapons at the ready.

"Close the iris." O'Neill ordered, but an IDC code came up on the screen. "It's SG-1, sir." "Thank god! Open the iris!" Jack ran out of the room and down into the gate room.

"Stand down, Marines." Jack ordered, and they lowered their weapons. Daniel and Teal'c collapsed on the ramp, gasping.

"We need a medic down here! Danny, T, what happened?" He asked, walking over to his friends. The gate shut down.

"And where's S- Carter?" O'Neill asked, a thousand thoughts crossing his mind, none of them very nice. Teal'c got to his feet. "We do not know, O'Neill."

A/N: R&R, I'll post the next chapter soon!

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