Author Notes: Thank you so much for the feedback! There are minor spoilers in this chapter from episodes in seasons one and two.

Chapter 22: Gods of Old

Sam sat on the floor, trying to comfort the distraught girl, all the while trying to figure out how they were going to get Jonas back. Jack paced the tiny room, "Alright, screw this. I've never liked these guys, so I want plans people – regardless of the effect on Earth's relationship."

"O'Neill, did General Hammond not state-" Teal'c began, but Jack cut him off.

"I know, and you can all blame me. Jonas is not going to get executed because our government want to be friends with Dreylock. Besides, these people condone slavery."

Sam frowned, "Short of threatening them and breaking out the C4 sir? I have no idea."

Pasha wiped her eyes, "I have another plan. I was going to tell you earlier, but, um… lost my temper."

"Oh?" Jack raised an eyebrow, "Do tell."

"Before Jonas came back and I was caught, I was heading North with some other Langarans to where our last free city resides. We were answering a call to war."

"Say what?"

"When our spies got wind of the impending Registration Act, all Langarans were commanded home, or to any of our bases. We're not as few as the Kelownans would like to think; we tend to keep to ourselves. We are a warrior people, and will not remain in servitude any longer. The attack will be at dawn tomorrow."

Jack look to be in a state of shock, "Well, I gotta say I'm impressed. Did Jonas know?"

Pasha shook her head, "I was trying to get him off this planet. Unlike me, Jonas never grew up with the Langaran culture. He grew up in the Camps until he was eleven; until Dreylock had them burned – with the people still in them." Pasha's voice cracked at her last statement; Jonas had only told her this recently.

Jack's hands tightened into fists, "Alright then-"

"No." Daniel spoke up for the first time since Jonas had been taken.

"What?"

"Jonas asked me to get Pasha off this planet, and he's right – you're too young. In truth, he wants us all to go, and never return." Daniel shrugged.

"How do you know that? You were with us the whole time. What are you, psychic now?"

"It was when he was yelling in Langaran."

Pasha tensed, "How do you know our tongue?"

"Danny knows too many languages. I guess it was snake then?"

Teal'c frowned, "It did not sound like any Goa'uld dialect I am familiar with."

Pasha's expression darkened, "How dare you presume that our tongue is in anyway akin to that of the Ettins!"

"Oh boy." Jack suddenly clicked as to why Pasha seemed so familiar, she was just like Gaiwyn of Cimmeria, "They weren't brought here by a snake were they?"

Daniel shook his head, "No, Langaran is very similar to the Old Norse dialect. They were brought here by the Asgard." Daniel turned to Pasha, "What is the name of your god?"

Pasha raised her chin, "The great warrior Thor protects us, amongst the other great gods of the Midgard."

Sam gave a small smile, "Sir? If Thor brought them here, isn't it possible he left a hammer, or something like the Hall? We could contact him and ask him for help."

Daniel smiled, "Pasha, is there anything in your history that talks about a Hall of Thor's Might, or something like it?"

Pasha shrugged, "I wouldn't know, I've been away from home too long. You would have to ask our Elders."

Jack slumped against the wall, "Well, there goes that plan."

"Not really," Pasha smiled, "There's an old ring thingy in the North, like the one Jonas talks about – the spies use it sometimes. I was going to use that."

Sam looked incredulous, "We can use a ring transporter?"

Pasha shrugged, "I guess."

Jack grinned, "Alright, Carter, you stay here with Teal'c. Check in with Hammond, tell him what we're doing and keep up pretence with the Kelownans. Understand, however, that getting Jonas back is top priority."

"Yes sir."

"Daniel and I are going with Pasha to the North. With any luck, we can stop this war before it starts."

Jonas sat curled up in his dark cell. He listened, awaiting the inevitable clicking of heels that would signal Dreylock's arrival. He hoped he could be convincing enough as someone who didn't care what happened anymore. Thankfully, being around Jack had taught him a few things about insubordination.

Sure enough, a mere hour after he had been arrested, the echo sounded down the hall. Before Dreylock could say a word, Jonas gathered his courage, "Awww, I feel loved, you got out of bed just to talk to me- argh!" Dreylock shocked him from the door, "Well, that was friendly."

Dreylock's thunderous glare would have made Thor proud, "I expected more of you, Jonas."

"Yeah? Well Pasha is more annoying than I remembered."

"And the whole of your people?"

"Look, I didn't reveal myself to SG-1, so why don't we just execute me and be done with it?" They both knew Jonas' crimes would be too public by now to cover up.

"Do not think I am above it Jonas."

"Wouldn't for a second." The Langaran laid back on the bench and stared at the ceiling.

"Just remember that when you are publicly hanged tomorrow, no one will be around to protect Pasha." Dreylock shocked him once more, before strolling off, leaving Jonas to his thoughts.

"Ahh, good morning Major Carter, Teal'c" A slightly ruffled Dreylock greeted them in the corridor, "Where are Colonel O'Neill and Dr Jackson this morning?"

Sam smiled, cat-like, "They went out into the city. Don't worry, they got civilian clothes."

"Oh? They should have asked for a guide."

"They did. They were supplied by that girl who served us yesterday – the one that spilled water on the Colonel. He wasn't too happy, but Daniel persuaded him."

Teal'c watched in amusement as Dreylock's face got redder and redder, "Are you well First Minister?"

The Kelownan gave the Jaffa a fixed smile, "Quite well, thank you Teal'c. Please excuse me, I have a prior engagement." Dreylock made to move away, "Oh, and incidentally, I just wanted to inform you that some tests are being carried out in the city tomorrow morning, so the streets will be out of bounds for all citizens." She hurried off.

Sam frowned, "Well, that was dodgy."

"Indeed. It would appear that Jonas Quinn is to be executed tomorrow." Teal'c concluded

Sam bit her lip, "That's what I thought. We need a plan."

Jack crouched behind a crate, "You know, this planet's security is crap."

Daniel sighed, "I don't think they're expecting people to try and steal some pretty crystals and a weird ring."

Pasha poked Jack, "Are we going or what?"

Jack rolled his eyes, "No wonder Jonas has so much patience – he's had to put up with you for god knows how long." The three figures stole across the warehouse, "Alright, activate it and hope there are no nasty surprises on the other side."

The rings enveloped them in light.

To Be Continued…

Author Notes: Told you I'd update! Please review, I'd love to know what you think!