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Chapter Five

He was freezing his butt off in the temperature below zero. Knowing he didn't like the cold, he wondered what had possessed him to come. Taking a look around the area, he knew. Yup he was going to freeze his butt off. "This trip better be worthwhile," he grumbled as he tried to avoid screaming at Carter. Knowing how he felt about the icy temperatures, bets against him weren't high. Seeing Carter with cool expressions, he almost scowled; instead he tapped her shoulder when she turned to look at him. "How much longer?" he raised his voice against the cold wind.

"Not sure, sir," she replied once they were out of the cold wind and in the tent that was place just to keep them warm, even though the sharp icy wind snapped outside. "It could be miles for all we know. As for the wind it could last an hour or more."

"Agh! Carter," he shook his finger in disapproval. "Not for the distance or the wind, Carter," he said, as he closed the zipper of the tent to keep the cold outside. "But how long will the batteries in my Discman last?" he asked with a theatrical seriousness showing her his CD player.

Finding it funny, Carter shook her head, definitely an interesting trip, she mused. While she was thinking of the time and the distance, Colonel O'Neill was worried out the batteries. If this was going to be the case, then it would one long trip. "Another few hours the tops, sir" she replied.

"Ah" he said as he got the point. Leaning back, he moved his head in rhythm of to the music he was listening to.

Knowing she was all alone, company-wise, Sam took her laptop out and read the notes from her latest project.

He rubbed his face, let out a yawn. While he felt better, his body told him differently. The aching and soreness was still here and there. He felt like a jelly left out in the heat too long. As a wash of laziness spread over him, he looked around the place, frowning when he didn't see his personal belongings, Davis jerked sharply, sitting on the bed.

Focusing, he rubbed his temple as the events of the past 24 hours came back to him. Sighing, he got up, and surprised himself by looking at his winkled uniform. He must have dozed off he realized as he saw the bed with spreads still in there original place.

Oh crap, he thought as he scowled at his reflection in the mirror. As he was about to give himself a lecture, he heard the door being knocked on.

"Come in," he authorized and watched the door open and saw an airman with a tray in his hand. He frowned. He had only been asleep for three to five hours tops, so why was the airman bringing him breakfast?

Seeing the Major frown, the airman shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, sir. It's 09:00," he stammered and placed the tray on the table.

09:00, his mind registered the time with some alarm. He had arrived at 17:00. Left the General Hammond's office about 19:00 hours. Within an half hour he had got to his sleeping quarters. Giving himself a good head shake, "Thank you airman," he dismissed him.

With a nod, the airman left. "And oh," Davis stopped the young man. "Would it be possible for me to….uh…" he fiddled with his winkled uniform.

Understanding the request, the airman nodded. "Yes, sir," and closed the door behind him.

He walked over to the table, as he mentally calculated the hours he had slept. He never slept more than eight hours, but to know that he had slept over twelve hours came as a surprise.

Giving his meal tray a scowl, he had suddenly lost his appetite, but he drank down the juice. Deciding to freshen up he left for the bathroom, adjoining his quarters.

Teal'c and Daniel arrived within an half hour after Carter and O'Neill in Antarctica. While Teal'c was aware of O'Neill and Carter's arrival, he was yet to make radio contact with them. His talk with General Hammond - before leaving Chicago - went well. It was the General who had let him know that about Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter's decision to join them in this trip.

He for one did not blame them. If he alone could not achieve the task, help was very welcome. Adjusting the frequency for the second time, he tried again, "Major Carter, this is Teal'c." Getting a static he sighed, frustration clearly showing on his face.

He decided to give it another try, on another frequency. "O'Neill, this is Teal'c." he waited for the static, when it did not come he was about to try again when he heard Major Carter's voice.

"Teal'c, this is Carter. What's your position?" her voice came over the radio.

"We are at the lodge of the transports, Captain Carter," he replied. "What is your position?"

"We are northwest from you."

"How far?" he asked wanting to know their distance.

"Three miles."

"Daniel Jackson and I will depart this lodge as soon as weather permits."

"Copy that."

Teal'c sighed in relief that the two of his friends were left unharmed. He had a feeling he couldn't shake of the something untoward would happen to them. Perhaps he was being paranoid. Never the less he would still be alert.

"Hey, Teal'c," Daniel nudged his friends arm with a warm mug of hot chocolate.

"What beverage is this?" the Jaffa sniffed drink that he had taken from Daniel.

"Hot chocolate." Once Daniel saw that Teal'c hadn't touched it, "it's lukewarm." and sipped his own.

Giving his customary bow, Teal'c sipped. It wasn't half bad, the temperature seemed just right.

Davis rubbed his face, as he sipped the strong coffee that rested on his right side next to the papers he was reading. Much to his regret there wasn't more information he could give General Hammond. He heard footsteps climbing to the briefing room and sighed.

"Major, you have been on this for the last five hours." disapproval was clearly in the General's voice.

"I know sir, but there's got to be something that I missed in the first round." He shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had been over the information more than once, but it still had the same old words. Why was he having a feeling that there should be something mentioned?

He must be beginning to become paranoid, Davis decided.

"Whatever it is, Major. You're clearly denying yourself some rest," Hammond asserted. "If I don't find you out of here when I come back, I'll insure you that you're locked in your quarters until further notice." Hammond walked into his office.

Closing his eyes, he counted to ten. "Yes sir," he sighed, followed by a blow of breath - once General Hammond was out his sight - his eyes wide as saucers. Nice warning, he thought, who knew that lack of sleep could get you into this much trouble.

Leaving his papers the way they were, Davis picked up his cup and refilled with fresh coffee, just before leaving for his quarters.

As he walked down the corridor, he felt something touch him. As instincts took over, he turned sharply too see if anyone was behind him, finding no one, he frowned; the air venders must be at a fault. Before closing his door, he double-checked, but he admitted that the funny feeling still wasn't going away; served him right for drinking way too much coffee.

Maybe few hours of sleep and cutting out caffeine would take care of his unsteady instincts.

TBC……..