The ripple apparently was bad, Jack decided a moment later when he found himself flung out the other end of the Stargate. The only good thing was that the surface he slammed into so painfully hard was inclined and definitely felt like the ramp leading up to the SGC's Stargate. When he rolled to a stop on his back, spread-eagled and half off and half on the bottom of the ramp, the ceiling he found himself looking at was reassuringly concrete.

"Colonel!"

That was a voice he recognized. He turned his head, wincing, and saw General Hammond looking down at him, concern warring with relief.

"General."

He rolled a little, testing to see if he'd managed to cripple himself – and also to look around for the rest of his team.

"Easy, Colonel…"

That was Fraiser, who had come up and knelt beside him, her expression more worried than anything. Jack ignored her hand – which was supposed to be holding him still – and looked over her shoulder. Teal'c was already pulling himself to his feet, Sam and Daniel were both still sprawled on the floor of the SGC, but they, too, were starting to move around a little.

"Is everyone okay?"

"Where have you been, Colonel?" Hammond asked. "SG-6 radioed back saying you'd never appeared, and then a couple of the scientists started talking about gravitational pulls of the eclipse or something and-"

Jack held his hand up to stop Hammond.

"We were sucked over to some other planet, sir…" he said, sitting up fully, now and trying to talk around Janet's hands, which seemed to be looking for broken bones. "Something about- yee-ouch!"

"Sorry."

She'd found a deep bruise on his side, but so far nothing too life threatening.

"It's a long story, sir," Sam said, rubbing her head and taking over the narration for Jack – who really wasn't the one to explain it, anyways.

"Well, I want to hear all about it," Hammond replied. "Are they all right, doctor?"

Janet shrugged, standing up and giving Jack a helping hand as he staggered to his feet. Other medics were helping Daniel and Sam do the same thing – and Teal'c waved away help.

"I'll want to check them out, sir…"

"Of course." Hammond turned to SG-1. "I want you all checked by Fraiser – including you, Teal'c – and then we'll debrief."

"Yes, sir."

OOOOOOOO

"I don't mind telling you we were getting worried about you guys," Janet told Sam about ten minutes later. She had her behind a curtain and was checking a few bruises on the Major's shoulder.

"You should have seen this place," Sam said, shaking her head. "It was amazing. The people were great. They're descended from the Ancients, they said, and-"

"And you believed them?" Janet asked, skeptically.

"Yeah. They didn't have any reason to lie to us. Besides, they were-"

"Hey! Can I go, now?"

The voice from the other side of the curtain was impatient and annoyed, and both women smiled.

"No, Colonel," Janet called back through the curtain. "You can stay right where you are until I've had a chance to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine."

"Not until I say you are."

"Hammond's waiting, and so are those kids, doc…"

"I'll be there in a moment, Colonel." She looked at Sam, lowering her voice. "What did he think of these folks?"

Sam shrugged.

"He seemed to get along well enough with them – all thing considered."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

It did say something for them that Colonel O'Neill liked them, Janet thought. There were very few people he met – as far as she knew – that he'd liked, or even tolerated.

"Am I free to go?" Sam asked. They did have kids – and a general – waiting for them, after all. And it was getting late.

Janet nodded.

"If you ache, take some aspirin. If you need something stronger, give me a call."

"You're coming over tomorrow?"

"Cassie's looking forward to it. Six?"

"Or earlier, if you want."

Sam hopped off the table and headed through the curtain, followed by Janet.

"It's about time…"

"Be nice, Colonel," Janet chided. "Or I'll find a reason to keep you here overnight and Santa won't be able to find you."

Jack scowled. She could at least pretend to be apologetic for making him wait, right?

"I'll go prepare a report for General Hammond," Sam said, smiling at the threat. "Unless you'd rather I waited for you to come help with the technical stuff?"

Great. Now they were ganging up on him. Cruel women.

Jack shook his head, shooing her off with his hand.

"By all means, Major… feel free to go get a report ready for General Hammond. While you're at it, you might write up the mission report as well…"

"And take away all your fun?"

Bah.

"Get out of here, Carter."

"Yes, sir."

Grinning, Sam headed for the door. It was good to be home.