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A/N: Sorry, for all those who've been awaiting the next chapter, but life kicked in full-force after Easter Break and so here, it is the chapter you've all been waiting for:

Translation Troubles: Chapter Four

Sam awoke with a sense of urgency, her heart was pounding and her adrenalin was up. She felt as though she was in the thick of battle, surrounded by Jaffa and with seemingly no way to escape. She awoke with such force that she bolted upright into a sitting position, panting.

She rubbed an arm over her face and realized she was sweating profusely. Something had awakened her, and she wanted to know what it was and why. She thought back to her dream and grimaced. It was one of Jolinar's, but it seemed so real and vivid. She had felt so…vulnerable, in that dying man's body. He had already been too far gone to heal, and if she had waited any longer, she too would have died. But the saving grace came from an unsuspecting person's act of charity.

Mouth to mouth had not restored life to the dead man, but it had given a new life to Jolinar. She knew she had only moments to leap from the man into the person, and she took it. She had taken control immediately, knowing that she was no better than the Goa'uld as she did so, but she also knew that to let the person warn others, would be only to invite disaster. Yet, disaster had struck anyway, thanks to the Ashrak and his Tok-ra killing ways. The last memories came not from Jolinar but from the host – Samantha Carter. They were of fear and pain, both physical and emotional, especially when Jolinar had given up her life.

"Thank you, Jolinar," she mouthed silently, tears coursing down her cheeks. But even grief could not get rid of the adrenalin still coursing through her veins. Sam became aware of the machines beeping, as her heart-rate and blood-pressure increased. She was tired of sitting in the infirmary bed, despite her little jaunt to the Stargate earlier.

She looked around for the tablet and found it had been placed on another table, much further than the last time. The machines beeped more erratically and suddenly Sam was confronted by Janet and two nurses.

"Easy, Sam, calm down, you're too excited." Janet's soothing voice did nothing to calm her down. "Sam, don't make me sedate you." At the same time, the nurses were injecting fluids into the IV and reading out the monitors. Suddenly time seemed to slow as Sam focused on a large needle coming towards her arm.

"No!" She screamed, but instead of pushing the needle away from her, she grabbed for it. Without a moment's thought, she plunged it into Janet's outstretched arm and injected the contents into the very surprised doctor. The dosage had been meant for an irate patient, hyped up on adrenalin – not a petite doctor who was focused on distributing it. Doctor Janet Fraiser slumped to the floor as the sedative took effect.

One of the nurses caught Janet halfway, and managed to drag her to safety, as the other nurse tried to calm down the irate Sam. She did her best, but when the patient became physical, the nurse backed off, watching to see where Sam was headed. She headed down the corridor and almost too late, the nurse went for the red button alongside the wall.

Sam was conscious only of running. She heard the alarms go off, but she already had her way planned. She doubled around, back to the infirmary to grab the tablet, and then headed back to the Stargate. She found guards coming from every direction, but she managed to lose them in the women's locker room.

She changed quickly into her fatigues before racing for the control room. She wished she had some more sedative but she would do the best she could with what she had. She walked calmly up to the men in the control room who were staring at her incredulously. She flashed a smile before knocking them out. She quickly entered her codes to seal the blast doors and to activate the Stargate. She typed in seven symbols and then disappeared down the stairs, only to reappear in the embarkation room.

With the tablet in hand, she waited for the Stargate to establish a wormhole. It did so a few seconds later and she dashed up the ramp only to pause and turn to look back at the SGC. It was transformed into an anthill with angry ants running up and down after someone has knocked part of it down. The guards filed rapidly into the room and Sam leapt through the wormhole to her destination.

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She landed on the other side, rolled to alleviate some of the momentum, and then sprang to her feet. As she recovered her balance, she heard the ominous sounds of staff weapons and zats being powered up. She raised her hands, including the one with the tablet. She had brought no weapon with her.

"Who are you that you seek us out?" The voice was quiet but easily heard in the silence as the wormhole vanished.

"I am Samantha Carter, host of Jolinar of Malk-shur. I have a tablet that must be deciphered." Sam looked around, realizing that she was expecting sand and dirt, but instead found a nice lush grass coating the soil.

"Jolinar of Malk-shur," the whisper seemed to be picked up by the wind, tossed around, and then laid to rest on the grass. "We've heard she's dead, killed by the Ashrak she was." The silence that followed told Sam she had but one chance to answer correctly.

"I was her last host, she died to save my life. It was through Jolinar that I met with the other Tok-ra, Martouf and Garsha, among others. My father is also a Tok-ra: you may recognize the name of Sel'mak or Jacob Carter.

"I know not of this Sel'mak or Jacob Carter, but if you are who you say you are, then we are no threat to you." Sam searched the grass, wondering where the voices were coming from. Suddenly someone appeared before her.

He was of similar height, with tousled brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. The curls moved slightly in the occasional gust of wind. The man's piercing eyes held her gaze, as her blue eyes latched onto his stormy gray. His green tunic came down to mid-thigh and from there, green pants stretched down to his ankles, revealing a pair of sandals.

"I am Razik, host to Gash'rak." Sam met his eyes once more, the feeling of unease leaving her.

"Where am I?" She broke the uneasy silence.

"You were the one who came through the Chaa'pai, but for the purpose of friendly relations, you are on Isadora." The man turned and indicated the sea of grass with his arm, and Sam was startled to find that many more people rose up from the grass. "We welcome you."

The men escorted Sam to their nearest village, filling her in on details and giving her answers to her questions. They had been guarding the gate for centuries after getting rid of the 'god' who had ruled over them unjustly. When she asked about the zats and staff weapons, they had found them in the mines, hidden away in a secret cove. From then on, through trial and error, they learned how to use the weapons effectively.

"…which brings us back to why you are here." Sam looked at Razik, before looking at the tablet in her hand.

"I was given this tablet when I was wounded and was told to try and decipher it," she recalled, remembering Daniel's face. "I tried, and realized how similar the symbols are to the Stargate, but shortly afterwards I lost control of myself. Somehow I managed to sneak past the guards and I gained control of the Stargate, at which I promptly dialed here." Sam shrugged. "I don't even recall looking for the symbols, it was like I was doing it by memory."

"Memories of the Tok-ra are not to be taken lightly, Samantha. That you had the opportunity to accommodate Jolinar was a great thing." The man bowed his head, and when he raised it again, Gash'rak was speaking.

"It is too bad that you never knew Jolinar for who she truly was. If she was still within, perhaps you might know why you are here. Instead, you have gained access to the knowledge that lies in the cavity where Jolinar once lived. Few have ever reached that level of understanding, but that you found it and then used it – that is a rare thing." Gash'rak bowed his head once more, letting Razik take control.

"What Gash'rak means to tell you, is that you are not only brave, but intelligent. You would have made an excellent host for Jolinar, for she was all that you are." Sam shifted self-consciously. She wasn't entirely at ease with all this talk of being a host.

"I'm sorry, if you're looking for a host, I can't help you." Razik looked up, perplexed.

"But then why have you come here?"

"To translate the tablet," Sam told him patiently, wanting to throttle the man or yell in frustration.

"Ah, yes, the tablet. Very well, what will you give us in return for the translation?" A greedy look entered Razik's eyes.

"What will I give you?" Sam felt through her uniform, realizing just how vulnerable she was without any weapon. She didn't even have a grenade! Suddenly her hand came across a lump in a pocket. She opened the pocket and found a pack of tissues. "I don't have anything with me to trade, but if I could gate home- " she stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what she had done.

"Oh crap," she muttered. She had nothing on her, which meant she also did not have a GDO of IDC, and therefore no way to get home. The radio on her shoulder was dead, the battery run out from their last mission. "I can't get home."

"You mean to say that you forgot the symbols?" Razik's concern touched her deeply.

"No, I mean that I can't get home. We have a shield over our Stargate that prevents just anyone from coming through. Usually we get a transmission device to send a code through, so that we can open the iris, but I didn't grab one…" Sam let the sentence go, knowing she had to come up with a plan to get home.

"Do not fret about the future, enjoy the time that you have here. Look around, we are simple people, but that does not keep us from being happy. We make all that we own, and we trade what we do not need." Razik guided Sam over to his home, which, she was disturbed to note, was under a grassy knoll.

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Colonel Jack O'Neill stared at the Stargate from his position in the control room. He was re-playing what Janet and General Hammond had told him a few hours ago: that Captain Carter had gone berserk and fled through the Stargate to an unknown destination. Upon recalling up the computer's memory, they had found no clues as to where she had gone.

"I can't just stand around doing nothing, General. I request permission to go look for Captain Carter, sir." The Colonel turned to face Hammond.

"Colonel," Hammond's voice was heavy with regret, "we don't know where she went. She could be anywhere in the galaxy."

"So? Let's go to the planets, send out SG teams to find her." Jack was trying hard to keep despair from swallowing him. "Sir, she's out there, and without a GDO, she won't be able to Gate back without- " Jack stopped himself, glancing at the iris that was currently closed over the Stargate.

"Colonel, I know how much Captain Carter means to you – she's an excellent scientist and very smart, but that does not mean we can risk lives in the hope of finding her and bringing her back for a court-martial." O'Neill froze.

"Court-martial, sir?"

"It is until I hear both sides of the story – which includes Captain Carter's version. She is not going to be replaced yet, but as for sending SG teams out, that's not going to happen." Hammond stalked away, leaving Jack alone with his anger.

"Yes, sir," he muttered to himself. Something didn't sit right with him though. If Carter was wounded, so badly that Janet had ordered her off her feet for a day, than how in the galaxy did she make it to the Stargate without getting caught and managed to dial and get through it?

Jack left the control room and walked back towards the infirmary, wondering if it would be possible to do such a thing. He ran into Janet on the way there, she was still slightly sluggish from her overdose of sedative, but for the most part back to being herself.

"Colonel, you came to check on me?" Janet smiled at him, but saw a half-hearted attempt on Jack's part.

"How are you?" The concern warmed Janet.

"Better, after the good sleep. I haven't slept that well in ages." Jack cracked a smile and Janet smiled back. "I know what you're thinking, we'll find her Colonel. We always do." Jack nodded and then walked out of the infirmary.

He walked stealthily, trying to avoid the guards, but he gave up halfway to the Stargate when three different guards asked him at three different times if he was okay, and what he was doing. I suppose it works better when you're not a colonel, he thought bitterly, as walked normally to the control room.

"Okay Sam, how did you manage that stunt of yours?" he muttered to himself, looking at the keyboard that operated the Stargate.

"Sir?" Jack turned to find the gate technician staring at him.

"Nothing, just talking to myself." Jack excused himself from the potentially embarrassing situation and made his way to the commissary.

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