Instantly all business, Jack and Sam scrambled to their feet, flashlights aiming first at Teal'c, and then when they saw the direction he was facing, they looked that way as well. They couldn't see anyone coming in the dark, but soon they caught the sound that Teal'c's sharp ears had already heard. A rustling coming from the direction of the DHD – although it didn't sound too close, just yet. Of course, there was a small hill over that way, and they all could see it, silhouetted against what seemed to be a dim light coming from behind it.

"Where's-"

Jack's question was cut short when Daniel appeared out of the dark at his side, his P90 raised, but not pointing at anything just yet since there wasn't a target.

"Here."

"Stay close."

Daniel didn't make a comment like he normally would have; instead he just nodded, knowing that now wasn't the time to complain about Jack always telling him not to wander.

"Hello?"

The voice was male, and coming from the same direction as the noise and the dim light behind the hill. It sounded as if someone were searching for them – or someone was trying to make sure they knew he was coming so they wouldn't be surprised. Either way, it was obvious whoever it was knew that they were there.

"Over here…" Jack called, motioning for the others to spread out just a little. You never knew, after all.

The light turned out to be a torch, and the person carrying it turned out to be a young man wearing simple clothing with a broad, handsome face. He walked cautiously towards them, well aware that they were holding weapons, and stopped just close enough that he wouldn't have to shout to be heard.

"My name is Jamal."

O'Neill looked at the others, and then shrugged. Fair enough.

"I'm Jack."

"Jack."

"Yeah." He gestured to the rest of his team. "Major Carter, Doctor Jackson, and Teal'c."

"Your companion is a Jaffa…" Jamal noted.

"Yeah."

"Are you Goa'uld?"

For someone who was alone, he certainly didn't seem all that concerned that he might possibly be surrounded by a small handful of Goa'uld.

"No," Daniel said. "We're enemies of the Goa'uld."

"You came through the Stargate?"

"Yeah."

"On purpose?"

Jack shook his head.

"Not exactly…"

Jamal nodded.

"You were caught up in the gravital fluxation of another planet's lunar eclipse…"

They looked at him in surprise.

"How did you know that?" Carter asked.

Jamal smiled, and now he looked even younger.

"You are not the first."

"There are others here?"

"No, not right now. Only my own people."

Jack frowned.

"Where are the others?"

"We didn't kill them, if that's what you're worried about, Jack…"

Since he'd been thinking something along that train of thought, Jack simply frowned again, but Daniel was a lot better at smoothing things over.

"We didn't think you had, Jamal," the archeologist said. "We were just wondering what happened to them… especially since we're in the same situation…"

"We put them up while they waited for the gravitational fluxations to subside, and then allowed them to return to their homes."

"You can help us get back?"

"You do know the address to your world, right?" Jamal asked.

"Yes. But we don't have a point of-"

"We know that, however. When the effects of the eclipse have worn off, the Stargate will be back to normal and I personally will give you the final symbol."

"That's very nice of you…"

"We enjoy the company," the young man told them. "However, my people would prefer that you do not linger any longer than necessary."

"We don't want to," Jack assured him.

"What he means," Daniel said quickly, not wanting to offend, "is that our people will be worried about us, and we don't want them to have to worry any longer than necessary."

Jamal nodded.

"That is understandable. Please, if you will come with me, I'll take you to my people, and we'll see to your needs while you wait."

"We should probably just hang around here," Jack said. "In case they send someone else to look for us…"

"If your people send others through the wormhole, they will not emerge here. The gravitational flux is not steady. The odds are far more likely they would end up on yet another world, through a different Stargate…"

Oh.

Sam, however, was nodding her understanding.

"You certainly know a lot about the Stargate, Jamal," she said. "Do your people use it regularly…?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"We never use it. We prefer to stay here, where we are. However, our ancestors built them, so we do understand how they work."