There will be some characters of Irish descent, but I'm not going to attempted an Irish accent. It would just come out a mockery. But that isn't to say there won't be the odd 'lass' or 'bonny' or whatever.

Part 1

2004

Sam awoke. Part of her hoped to see her teammates tied up next to her, but the leader in her hoped that they had gotten away. The leader wasn't disappointed. She found herself lying on her side, her mouth gagged, her arms tied behind her, and her legs tied at the ankle. Her entire body was sore. She wondered how long she's been out and how far she had traveled, likely thrown over the back of a horse. She surveyed the area. A small stream was a couple feet away where the men who had captured her appeared to be watering their horses.

"Ah, the wee hellion is a awake is she?" A man bent down beside and smirked at her from behind his scraggly beard. His voice was tinged with something of a Irish or Scottish accent and she figured his people were likely of ancient Celt descent. "If you promise not to bite me again, I'll give you some water. You've got a fine set of teeth, you know that?" He waved a bandaged hand in front of her face. "How about it? You promise?"

Sam gave him an evil glare but nodded.

He pulled the gag from her mouth, carefully avoiding her teeth. He helped her sit up but didn't untie he hands. Instead he held a water skin up to her mouth and helped her drink. "Drink up, lass. This is the last water before the end of the Barren Lands."

"How far is that?"

"A long way. And don't be thinking about trying to escape. We're a fair piece from the Stargate as it is and you'll never make it through this territory without the proper supplies."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the castle," he said smiling slyly. He knew she was trying to pump him for information.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"Himself is in want of a wife and I think you'll make him a bonny bride. He likes spirited women." He glanced down at his bandaged hand. "Though I wouldn't advise biting him though." Then he laughed and gave her a lecherous grin. "Unless of course he enjoys that sort of thing."

"There's a small flaw in your plan," Sam told him trying to keep her voice calm. Why did everyone always seem to want make her a bride, concubine, or something equally disturbing? They never tried to kidnap her male teammates and force them into a life of prostitution. It wasn't fair and it pissed her off.

"Oh, aye and what would that be?"

"I'm already married."

He seemed to give that a little consideration, then asked, "Which of the men you were with was your husband?"

"None of them. My husband is on Earth, the planet we come from."

"Were they your brothers then?"

"My brothers in arms."

"Ah, warrior woman then," he grinned again and Sam might have thought he had a nice smile if he hadn't kidnapped her. "You do fight fiercely. I think you'll suit Himself just fine."

"I told you, I already have a husband."

"No matter," he replied dismissively. "He's not here is he? Besides he can't be any sort of man, can he then? Sending his wife out to traipse around on other planets and fight his battles. No, lass, you're better off without him. The Ui Niall is a great warrior. You'll not have to fight his battles. He's a good, kind man. Very handsome, so the women say. He'll make you a fine husband."

Her captor stood and dusted himself off. Apparently their conversation was through. He headed toward the other men and the horses and Sam called after him. "You making a big mistake. Huge! Gargantuan! My people will be coming for me. They're very powerful."

He turned back to her for a moment and smirked irritatingly at her. "They'll never make it across the Barren Lands before the snows come." He cast an eye up at the sky. "We may not either," he said with a shrug and then continued walking.