Haha, hi guys! I'm back. Okay, this story kind of seems a little bit out of chara to me as I'm writing it. It may not be as great as the last one, I'm not sure, but I hope you read it! It's a total of 25 chapters and then an epiloge (so really 26) But they're short and it'll probably update maybe MAYBE twice a day…please, don't forget to review!

Summary: On an off-world mission, SG-1 disappears without a trace. Seven months later they return, their memories of their time off-world gone, and they have some unexpected things to sort out. Regulations go out the window! SxJ

Chapter 1: Long wait.

"We're receiving incoming travelers, sir."

"Do we have an IDC code?"

"Yes…sir," the voice said slowly. Walter felt his hands freeze on the keyboard and he stared at the computer screen, rapidly blinking his eyes. This had to be wrong! "It's…SG-1, sir."

Hammond spun around and leaned over the Sergeants chair, his eyes falling on the blinking "SG-1" box. "Open the iris," he said quietly. Vaguely, he was aware of the iris spinning open and all eyes intently watching the wormhole, as he was. Yet his mind still wandered elsewhere.

Seven months ago, he had ordered SG-1 to P3C-629 to scout out the area for naqueda mines and arrange for trade of the precious mineral. Everything seemed to be going well and the team was due for their final checkup a week after their departure time. When they were late, he had given them a day, then another, to check in, thinking that maybe they had gone to great lengths to get the naqueda and were a far distance away from the gate.

After the second day had passed, Hammond had sent SG-11 and SG-12 to P3C-629 in a rescue mission. They came back empty handed with no traces of the previous team. It was just last month that Hammond had ordered them MIA. He cringed inwardly and looked out into the gate-room with clouded eyes.

The shimmering pool of the event horizon glimmered, as it always did, commanding the vision of anyone looking at it, drawing it to the gate. The breaths of those in the room were held tight, and the atmosphere was tense, quivering with dis-belief and thoughts of false hope.

Hammond released his breath a few moments later. The ramp was still empty, SG-1 hadn't returned. He turned his head away, ready to breath the orders of "close the gate," when he heard a line of strangled gasps behind him. Spinning around he looked down into the gate-room and he could feel the blood rush from his head. Impossible.