A/N: I love cliffhangers. Thanks for everyone who's reviewed. Chapter Beta'd by Angw and Trickster's Queen of War.

Cameron fell. Luckily, the water broke his fall and brought him to his senses. He screamed in pain as the water stun against his wounded leg. He was alone. He forced his cramped body to relax and let the current float him along the river.

He hated this. He hated being helpless while his friends were probably being captured or killed, but there was nothing he could do. He knew he couldn't walk, and he knew that his waterlogged P90 wasn't going to be much help.

He must've blacked out again from the pain because he woke as he was washed up onto a rocky shoreline. He was still mostly underwater, but he couldn't summon the strength to move. Even thinking about moving hurt.

As he lay there, he got to thinking about the things he hadn't done that he should've done. He laughed as he remembered the list of things he'd made in college that he had to do before he died. He remembered the strangely familiar sense of deja vu when he'd been incapacitated after the battle over Antarctica.

In the end, the pain just brought him back to reality. He was stranded on an alien planet, in another galaxy, and he wasn't sure how long he could stay in one spot. He pushed himself gently onto his side with his arms, letting both his legs float freely in the shallow water.

He noticed that he was probably within crawling distance of the nearby forest. He breathed in deeply, knowing that as soon as he pulled his legs from the water, the pain was going to multiply. Then he pulled himself out of the water and onto the shore.

Instantly, white fire seared through his wounded leg, causing him to moan in pain and roll back onto his back, gasping for air. "That hurt." He muttered to himself as he prepared to push again.

After two more attempts, he managed to get his legs completely out of the water. He hastily pulled his flak jacket off, the used his black jacket to bandage up the wound. He then slipped his flak jacket back on and clipped his P90 to it.

He was grateful his jacket was black. If it had been any other color, he could've seen the blood staining it. As it was, he hoped he wasn't bleeding that badly, but he knew that it probably was.

Footsteps sent his heart into a frantic race. Knowing how much this was going to hurt, he took a deep breath, then rose to his feet. Instantly, the pain shot through his veins. He forced his protesting legs to run. He was only halfway to the forest when he blacked out from the pain, falling to the ground.

XXX

He awoke to hear his name being called and water being splashed in his face. He spat the water off his face, praying it had all been a bad dream. It hadn't.

Kneeling on the ground next to him was Vala. She was wearing what looked like a dress from the times of the crusades. Her hair was tied back so that is stayed away from her face but it seemed to be growing uncontrolled.

"Mitchell." She said, slightly louder.

"I'm awake." He replied, gritting his teeth through the pain in his leg.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" She stated loudly.

"Some ancient gizmo." He moaned. "Beamed us here. I got shot and fell off a cliff."
"So that's why your jacket is tied around your leg." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"Got a place to stay?"

She smiled broadly. "Thought you'd never ask." She helped him stand by placing one of his arms over her shoulder. He was surprised by the amount of strength that he could feel in her arms as she easily supported most of his weight. They stated walking along a path through the woods.

Cameron made sure his wounded leg was suspended in the air. Even that caused him to grit his teeth. "What happened after you got ringed here?"

"Actually. I ended up just a little further out in the water were I just found you. I searched for a day or two for the stargate, before realizing I was in the Ori home galaxy. Not a pretty thought." She paused. "I then wandered into the village." She tilted her head to the left, then the right, smiling out of the corner of her mouth. "The villagers are pretty friendly, if the slightest bit fanatical. I blended in perfectly."

Cameron laughed. "I doubt it."
"I can be subtle if I want to." Vala snapped. "All I have to do is show up for prostration everyday." She paused for a second. "Is Daniel alright?"

"I hope so." Cameron replied. "I hope they're all safe, not..." He gritted his teeth as pain shot through his leg. "...dead, or worse captured."

"I've seen some sick things." Vala replied, dead serious for once. "They burn people almost weekly in the square." She stopped. "Cameron, listen to me."

He nodded, noticing the village off in the distance.

"You have to follow my lead. We'll make our way into the back of my house, my husband..."

"HUSBAND!" Cameron said loudly.

"Long story. Anyway, just trust me. We can trust him. He'll help me get some things to help you."

"You're not really in love."

"No, I'm not, and neither is he. We are married for both our safety. It's not proper for a man and a woman of my age not to be married," She tilted her head, "at least not in this galaxy."

"Glad we're clear on that. Can we go now?"

Vala nodded then helped him move along. She circled around the outer limits of the village, which was thankfully quiet. She stopped next to a tall, but small house, pushed the door open and helped him inside.

Cameron groaned as she led him around to the steps. "We're not going up there." He tried to say it with as much of a smile as possible.

Vala flashed him a toothy grin, then shifted more of his weight onto her shoulders and started walking up the stairs.

Cameron gritted his teeth as the pain mercilessly pounded against him in waves. He could feel the darkness closing in around him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could remain conscious.

At the top of the stairs, Vala turned into a small room. In the center was an elaborate bed from the dark ages. Cameron couldn't help but smirk. She helped him to lie down upon it.

Once he was comfortably supported by a pillow under his head and another under his wounded leg, Vala turned. "I'm going to get something to help clean the wound." She stepped out of the room and down the hall.

Cameron didn't dare move. The pain had subsided only slightly, and he was starting to feel dizzy, probably from the blood loss. He forced himself to relax, going over the details of what had happened over and over again. Every time they came out the same. They'd been transported from one bad spot to another.

Vala returned with a bucket full of a greenish liquid and a wash rag. She dipped the wash rag into the bucket then turned to Cameron. "This is going to hurt." She said grimly.

"How much?" Cameron gritted his teeth, it's not like it could get worse.

"Enough that you'll probably black out."

"What the hell is it?"

"It's a mixture of water and a local herb. Together, they can heal a wound in a day. Even one as bad as yours."

"And the pain is a side effect, right?"

Vala tried to force a smile. "Right. Trust me Mitchell, it works."

"Better give me something to bite on."

She handed him a folded over rag. "Are you ready?"

Cameron forced himself to breath and placed the rag so that he'd bite down on it. Then he nodded.

Vala carefully unwrapped his jacket from his leg and threw it off to the side of the bed. She then took her rag and started to wash the wound.

Instantly, fire shot through his veins. Cameron felt his heart begin to race as his head exploded from the pain. He bit down fiercely on the folded over rag, trying to focus his mind away from the pain. It didn't work.

Vala stopped briefly to wet the rag down again. Cameron desperately tried to hold on to his consciousness. As she began to clean the wound again, the pain shot back into his skull. He blacked out as the wave of pain finally overwhelmed him.

XXX

Vala finished cleaning his wound a short time after he'd blacked out. She then worked to dress the wound with a clean rag. After that, she placed a blanket over him. She didn't know what to say, except that she hoped he regained consciousness soon.

She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her husband, Tamar was sitting at the table. Tamar was sorting through a basket full of fresh fruit that he'd gone and picked.

He glanced up as she entered. "Vala, how was your morning?"

"Exhausting." She replied honestly. "I found a friend floating in the river."

"A friend?" Tamar asked, bewildered. "I thought you said they could never come here."

"Not by the way I came, but they apparently they found a way. He'd been shot by one of the soldiers." She dumped the dirty liquid into the sink. "I've tended to his wound, and he's sleeping now."

"How bad was it?"

"Very." Vala said grimly. "And his friends might've been captured."

"Then his friends would probably be placed in the heretic jail."

"I'm going to have to do some sneaking around tonight."

Tamar smiled. "Then it's good we never did get rid of what you wore when I found you."

Vala smiled, but then her smile faded. "Tamar, if I can, I'm going to go back to where I came from."
"I know, I only hope that one day you'll return."

"One day, I'll return to free everyone from the Ori."

XXX

The prison stank of decay and death. Jack O'Neill hated it. Then again, he hated being captured, despite the perks of being able to torment his captors. That feeling was mixed with the obvious euphoria of being off world.

However, he'd been annoyed with the complete lack of anyone showing up to interrogate them. They'd been rudely dumped into the cell after being captured. The only positive thing he knew was that more than likely, Cameron was still out there.

"Well, this sucks." He said sarcastically.

"Indeed." Teal'c replied.

Jack jumped to his feet. "Okay Carter, how do we escape?"

Sam shook her head. "I don't think it's possible."

"How is it not possible? We've gotten out of worse."

"I beg to differ." Daniel replied.

"Daniel." Jack said menacingly.

"We're trapped in another galaxy. Furthermore, there's got to be any number of Priors running around this place."

"So?"

"We have no way to attack them." Sam stated. "The Priors are immune to anything we throw at them."

"The whole Naquadria bomb incident?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed." Teal'c replied.

"We had no way of knowing what would happen."

"I'm not blaming anyone Carter." Jack tilted his head. "Except maybe Gerak."

"O'Neill." Teal'c stated, pointing to an approaching Prior.

Jack stepped in front of the cell door. "Well, how do you do? I must say you're looking..." He never finished his sentence. He was pushed back against the wall with a loud thunk. Jack groaned, clutching the back of his head.

"You." He pointed to Sam. "Come with me."

"NO!" Jack yelled defensively, surging to his feet. "Take me. I'm the leader."

"It is the will of the Ori." The Prior replied, not moving in the slightest.

"DAMN THE WILL OF THE ORI!" Jack yelled, stepping in front of Sam.

"Do you truly question the Ori?" The Prior said, his voice not waivering.

"You're not taking her." Jack said defiantly.

"That is where you are wrong." Then the Prior vanished.

Jack turned around only to find Sam had disappeared. "Sam!" He yelled. "SAM!" With an anguished cry, he sat down against the back wall of the cell. Thoughts of hate and murder filled his mind. Things he'd do to the Prior, if he ever got the chance. But instead, his anger faded, and all he could do was let the silent tears fall. He'd failed her. Despite everything, he'd failed her.

A/N: Sam and Jack fans, that was for you. More to come.