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A/N: Thanks for being so patient with me, I was really tired on Saturday and Sunday, but here it is finally. I hope you like it. Just a reminder "" means speech. '' means thoughts.

BACK ON P5Z 531
"Wow" Sam said to herself. It wasn't a stream that Sam had seen, it was a small and very beautiful section of the lake. It was an inlet surrounded by trees on three sides. The fourth lead out to the main lake with more mountains in the background.

"Sir," Sam said into the radio, "It wasn't a stream that I saw."

"What was it?" He asked over the radio.

"It was a small inlet Sir, part of the lake we say near the gate."

"Cool." Was his reply.

After a few more minutes of staring at the lake, Sam was pulled out of her thoughts by a staff blast narrowly avoiding her arm and hitting a near by rock. Sam dived behind a nearby rock and started firing her P-90 at the Jaffa patrol.

"Sir!" Sam said into the radio between firing at the Jaffa.

"Carter, what's going on?" He almost yelled into the radio. He just barely caught himself realising that there was no point in yelling at the radio.

"I'm under heavy fire sir!" Sam exclaimed in to the radio.

When she, said that he attached his scope to his P-90 and began looking for her. "Carter, what direction are you in?" He said looking at his compass, and then he began scanning the trees towards the lake through the scope. 'Come on Sam, where did you go?'

"South east, Sir." She said just after the thought went through his mind. 'She's a mind reader.' He thought pointing his scope in the direction that his compass said was south-east. "There." He said out loud. "Carter get your head down!" He said into the radio.

Sam did that and reloaded her P-90 while she was at it. She looked over the rock that she was crouching behind just in time to see the closest Jaffa go down. 'Jack!' Then another went down. Now there was only two Jaffa left.

Sam jumped out from behind the rock, quickly firing her P-90 taking out one of the two remaining Jaffa. In a last-ditch attempt by the last remaining Jaffa, he fired several shots from his staff weapon at the rock behind Sam. The rock exploded into hundreds of pieces, big and small, all over Sam. Jack took out the last Jaffa with a single shot.

"Hey Carter," he said into the radio, "You all right? I saw that Jaffa do something strange just before I got him."

After a few minutes, there was still no response from Sam. "Carter, you there?"

Still no response.

"Sam, please respond!" Jack exclaimed.

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