A/N: Ok. I'm so, so sorry about the horrible delay in updating this story. I've had a busy summer, trying to sell our house and move and such, then I was having problems with severe writer's block. We'll do a review of where everyone's at with this chapter and hopefully the next won't take so long to post. Thanks once again for reading this.
Chapter 30 - Review
P2X-753
Or... Planet: I-Really-Love-Sam-But-I'm-Not-Sure-Even-She's-Worth-This as Daniel had decided to name it after slipping and falling in the sloppy bog for the tenth time after trying to swat away the local version of a gnat, which was the size of an average Earth humming bird. He got up again and tried to wipe away some of the layers of muck that had accumulated on him, the whole time glaring at the back of Teal'c's head. He couldn't understand it. The bugs weren't going anywhere near his large companion and yet were swarming around Daniel. They had been trudging through this bog for 3 hours now. OK, well, Teal'c wasn't trudging, he was striding along as usual, seeming to avoid even getting any slime on his boots, let alone slipping even in the least amount or stepping into the sinking soft spots that Daniel couldn't avoid.
They were here to meet with yet another rebel jaffa rumored to have an available ship. This was their sixth such meeting since they'd left Earth on their quest to rescue their friends. The ever exuberant and patient Dr. Jackson was starting to become irritated. None of the jaffa seemed to know facts about what might be available or where. Everything was rumor. And worse, they seemed to choose the worst planets to hide on. He had been through rain forests, blinding deserts, a howling blizzard and now the planet of muck and monster bugs.
"Perhaps you should refrain from using that scent when going off world, DanielJackson."
Daniel stared at Teal'c, confused. "What scent? All I can smell is the putrid stench of this swamp gunk!"
"The perfumed wash you use after shaving. The bugs of this planet seem to be as attracted to it as Nurse Halloway."
"You mean my aftershave?"
"Indeed."
The SGC
General Hammond walked into the conference room to find Dr. Felger fiddling with the controls to the remote for the display screen. "You have a suggestion on how we can communicate with General O'Neill and Colonel Carter, Doctor?"
Felger spun around quickly at the sound of Hammond's voice and fumbled with the remote as he almost dropped it. "Uh.. Yes. Yes, sir! I have an idea I really think will work."
Hammond gave the scientist a stern look. Felger's ideas really should go through several other scientists for opinions before ever being considered, but he really wanted to find out if the two were still alive. "Tell me what you have in mind."
Felger's excitement grew as he explained his theory. "A mini-wormhole. We create a small wormhole to the planet with a modified version of the wormhole generator designed for the X-302 and send a radio transmitter through it. We should be able to talk to Colonel Carter and the General while the wormhole is still engaged!"
The General shook his head. "The wormhole generator for the X-302 was based on using naquadria which is too unstable for the job."
"Too unstable to create a wormhole for an entire ship to pass through, but we should be able to overcome the instabilities for a small wormhole."
"We also shouldn't generate a wormhole to a planet without a stargate. It's too risky."
"Right! But if we create the wormhole to the space just outside the planet's atmosphere, there should be no risk. That's why we'd be sending the radio transmitter through so that we can still get a signal to their hand-held radios."
Hammond considered the idea for several moments. "Work up the design and run it by Dr. Lee. If he agrees with you that it's feasible and safe, you have a go to work on the wormhole generator."
"Yes! Uh... I mean... Thank you, sir. I'll get right on it!"
Denver
Pete Shanahan stared at the pencil in his hand with a dull expression on his face.
The Nox
Were doing something entirely unrelated to this story and we'll ignore them as we are very young and would not understand just what it is they're doing.
P4X-559
Jack awoke slowly. There was a warm weight draped across the left half of his body. As silky skin moved slightly across his own rough skin, he smiled to himself. The events of the past night were playing through his mind.
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"Yeah, Rover, what's up?" He whispered quietly to the dragon, trying not to wake the beautiful woman with him.
A vivid picture of arms and legs and naked bodies moving together entered his mind.
After the shock of the scene in his mind wore off slightly he vehemently whispered, "You weren't supposed to be watching us. That's something you don't need to know about until you're older. And DON'T EVER flash that to anyone else, ever again, OK?"
"What part aren't I supposed to flash to anyone else ever again?" A bemused Sam questioned with a slight grin and a raised eyebrow.
Jack reddened slightly and then smiled at her. "Any of your parts. Not to lovesick aliens, alien entities taking over your body, or anyone else. Did you sleep all right Lieutenant Colonel Doctor Mrs. Samantha Carter O'Neill?"
Sam buried her face in his neck. "Wow. That's a mouthful. And think about the poor people standing behind me at the checkout lines while I try to sign my name for the credit card. It'll take forever." She looked up at him. "I haven't slept so well in I can't remember how long. How about you Brigadier General Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill Carter?"
"OK. We'll stop with the name stuff. Jack and Sam will do just fine. Oh, and of course Rover. I slept pretty well also. Are you ready to tackle that mountain today, or do you want to stick around here for a while?" He waggled his eyebrows at her and pulled her closer.
At the sound of Rover wagging his tail across the floor, Jack quickly changed his mind. "We should probably set out before it gets too late. We should be able to climb pretty high up by late afternoon and get a good look at our surroundings."
Sam agreed and they started to prepare to leave the cave they had called home for the past weeks.
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"Not now, Rover."
