Okay, I told you the chapters would be longer, so here is the longest chapter I think I've ever written. Hope you all like it. I won't say more and I'll let you enjoy this wonderful chapter.
Elphie Muse: You know, you have gotten a few reviews with quite a bit of questions in them.
I know. But they're just gonna have to wait and read the story. The answers will come to those who wait.
Daniel: That sounded a lot like something Oma Desala would say.
Well it's true. Patience is a virtue that not many people seem to have nowadays...everyone's in such a rush that they don't take time to slow down and enjoy life. Maybe that's why Sam likes this planet so much...it's not so rushed...but I ramble...
Let me check and see...nope. Still don't own the rights. Rats...
Sam watched the growing pup as he tried to get Hishn to play. Several months had passed since she had bonded with Lakota. As the months passed and the wolf cub grew, so did Sam's bond with Lakota. It was still nowhere near as strong as Dion and Hishn's bond, but the small thread that connected the pair's minds was growing each day.
Dion sat down next to Sam, smiling at the scene before them. "Hishn loves having Lakota around."
Sam nodded. A month after she had bonded with Lakota they had reached Dion's home. Sam had met Dion's husband, Aranur, and had found out that he was the weapons master for his home county of Ariye. The two had instantly gotten along, sparring a few times a week.
"There's so much I still have to learn about this world, isn't there?" Sam asked.
Dion smiled. "Yes. But you've been a great student so far."
Sam grinned. "I got a good teacher."
"Let's see how much you've improved with tracking," Dion said. Sam grinned and nodded, rising to her feet.
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Sam came to a halt in the tall grass. She silently watched as the people in the camp sat around the fire, oblivious to her presence. As the wind picked up, Sam moved forward, stopping when the wind stopped.
Ten minutes later she was managed to make her way up behind one of the men with silver hair. She picked up a stick and gently prodded him in the back. The man leapt to his feet, spilling the food he was eating on the ground.
Dion and Aranur started laughing as the older man glowered at Sam as she stared at him innocently. The older man turned to the couple and glared at them. "You couldn't have told me she was there?" he demanded.
Dion managed to get her laughter under control. "I never would have heard her if Hishn wasn't here," she said.
"Oh lighten up Gamon," Sam said with a grin. "I have to practice somehow."
Gamon rolled his eyes, but a smile was on his face. "And where is your gray mutt Sam?" he asked.
Sam nodded behind him. He turned and a large male gray wolf jumped up and licked him in the face. He began swearing as the others laughed. "Come here Lakota," Sam said, sitting down on a log. The three-year-old wolf bounded over to her and rested his head on Sam's knee.
Sam began eating, slipping some of her food to the wolf. Lakota happily ate the food. Thank you wolfwalker, he said, licking his muzzle.
You're welcome Lakota, Sam returned. Lakota's ears suddenly shot up and he rose to his feet, looking to the east. Sam felt his wariness. What is it Gray One?
Something sounds strange, he replied.
Sam closed her eyes and listened through Lakota's ears. She could faintly hear a clunk followed immediately by another clunk then a whirring sound. "Dion? Sam? What is it?" Aranur asked.
"Some weird sound coming from that way," Dion said. "I've never heard anything like it."
"I have…" Sam said softly. She suddenly took off running, Lakota close behind. She ignored the shouts of the others behind her. She silently and swiftly made her way through Fenn Forest. After several minutes of hard running she skidded to a halt as the familiar whoosh of a Stargate sounded.
She peeked out from some bushes and watched as five figures emerged from the Stargate. It deactivated behind them as they came down the stone steps. Sam recognized Teal'c and Hailey, but didn't recognize the other two figures. She was stunned to see Daniel alive and well.
"I'm not picking up any clear signs of advanced technology," Hailey said.
"Well isn't that a disappointment?" the black haired woman said, looking at Daniel with a grin.
Wolfwalker, who are they? Lakota asked.
My pack from home, Sam returned.
Lakota sniffed the air and growled low in his throat. Something's coming. He snorted as if trying to clear his nose.
Sam let herself smell what he smelled and a pit of dread grew in her stomach. "Worlags," she whispered. Dion! Worlags are coming! Get clear. I ran into some people who have no idea!
Got it. If you need help, call, Dion told Sam.
Sam rested a hand near the hilt of her katana and burst into the clearing. SG-1 immediately trained their P-90s on her. She skidded to a halt, not knowing if they'd recognize her. She had changed slightly since becoming stranded on this world for three some odd years. Her hair was a bit shaggier but still short save for some longer pieces that were braided. She also was more tan that she had been at the SGC since she was now constantly outdoors.
"Shoot me later," she said. "But if you want to live, then follow me now," she ordered them.
"Live? And what, pray tell, are we being threatened by?" the man asked.
Sam began hearing a clicking noise as did the others. "What is that?" Hailey asked her teammates.
"Worlags," Sam replied. "Trust me, you don't want to fight them. Now come on!" she ordered.
"I believe we should follow her," Teal'c said.
The clicking and rustling began growing louder. "By the moons," Sam breathed, catching movement in the distance. She could make out a dozen shapes. "RUN!" she bellowed at SG-1.
"To where?" Daniel asked.
"Follow the wolf!" Sam returned. Lakota, lead them to safety! Dion, help will be good. There's at least a dozen worlags here.
Moons…try to get to a high place where the worlags can't follow you. We'll come as soon as we can, Dion sent to Sam. The blonde could feel Dion's nervousness about facing worlags and remembered being told by Aranur that she had been attacked by them twice, both times nearly dying.
The five members of SG-1 ran after Gray Lakota, curious as to what could be chasing them, but not really wanting to know. Sam knew the dangers that worlags brought. She had no desire to look at their beetle-like bodies again. She had only fought worlags once before, and that had been a fairly young worlag. She had also had several people with her who knew how to fight the worlags.
Wolfwalker! There is a large collection of tall rocks ahead in the meadow! Lakota sent to Sam.
Head for the clearing! Dion, this is where we're going! Sam sent, projecting the meadow to Dion.
We're on our way! Be safe! Dion sent.
"How much longer do we have to keep running?" the man demanded.
"Once you hit the meadow, get atop of the rocks! The worlags will have a hard time climbing the rocks!"
"Then why don't we just climb a tree?" the woman demanded.
"Because they can climb trees!" Sam snapped. "Now shut up and run!"
They burst into the clearing and made a beeline for the rocks. Teal'c was the first one to reach the boulders and scrambled up. He then lowered a rope down and held the rope tight as his teammates quickly scaled the rope.
Get to safety Lakota! Your claws and fangs can't help now. Lead Dion and the others here! Sam ordered.
The wolf growled in protest but knew that Sam was right. He bolted off in another direction and disappeared into the forest. "Where'd the wolf go?" the man asked as Sam nimbly climbed the rocks.
"To lead my friends here," Sam replied. She tore off her cloak and tossed it to the side. She pulled her bow free and quickly strung it. She then grabbed an arrow from the quiver on her back and held it loosely.
"Now what?" Daniel asked.
Sam watched as the first worlags burst into the meadow. "Holy…" the man began to say.
"Crap…" the woman finished.
"Those things are worlags," Sam said. "Aim for their eyes or joints. That's where their armor is weakest."
"They're bugs…giant bugs…" the man said.
"I think I'd prefer Replicators…" Daniel said.
Sam smiled. "Amen to that," she said softly so that they didn't hear. She let her arrow fly and a large worlag roared in pain and fury. "Feel free to help out at any time!" she snapped at them.
The worlags were circling the rocks, trying to find a way to get up. "They're intelligent…" Daniel said.
"Then why clubs? Why not swords?" the man asked.
"I'd rather not know," Sam replied, letting another arrow loose. It struck the already injured worlag in the neck.
"Cover me," the man said. He got close to the edge of the rock and fired off several rounds from his P-90. The large worlag that Sam had blinded fell to the barrage of bullets. Thick dark ichor, the worlag's blood, oozed on the ground.
"Okay…that's just nasty," the woman said.
"Oh for crying out loud," Sam muttered. She set her bow down and yanked the P-90 free from Daniel's assault sling. She undid the safety and began firing at the worlags. She managed to drop three before running out of bullets.
"How did…" Daniel began. He was cut off when a worlag reared over the edge. "Look out!" he cried to the woman.
Sam dropped the gun and grabbed her katana. She yanked it out and slashed down at the worlag's arm. It slashed through the joint easily, the blade still as sharp as the day it was forged. Sam kicked the worlag and it fell back to the ground.
"You all right?" Sam asked the woman. She merely nodded. Sam nodded and pulled out a cloth. She wiped the dark ichor off and sheathed the blade. She retrieved her bow and knocked another arrow.
"How did you know how to use that gun?" Daniel asked.
"She probably saw me do it and figured it out," the man said.
"Cameron…" Daniel began.
"Observe!" Teal'c exclaimed. Everyone looked and watched as the worlags charged at the rocks.
"It's been a hard winter up here. They're starved for food," Sam said.
"Well, four down only eight to go," Hailey said, taking the safety off on her gun. She let loose with a barrage of bullets with Cameron and five more worlags fell close to the boulders.
Sam watched them and realization dawned on her face. "Oh crap…" she whispered as the remaining three worlags stared at her.
"Something the matter?" the woman asked.
"Vala, shut up and help!" Daniel ordered.
Sam pulled off her quiver and set it to the side with her bow. "What are you doing?" Teal'c inquired, firing off a few blasts from his staff. The worlags easily dodged the weapons' fire, knowing now that the sound meant pain and death.
Sam pulled her katana free along with loosening the thong that held her long dagger in its sheath. "We just did them a favor," she said. "They're gonna use the bodies of their brethren to climb up here," Sam returned. "They're fast and will render your guns useless!" Dion, where the hell are you? Sam thought. She saw the worlags coming in for another charge and made a fast, if not a foolish, decision.
She let out a wild yell and leapt down, violently slashing the katana at the worlag with the severed arm. She cut the other arm off and as it roared in pain, she took the opportunity to swiftly cut off its head. She kept her breathing even as the other two worlags stalked her.
Oh, moons of mercy, moons of light… Guide me in the darkest night… Keep me safe from evil spirit… Send your blessed light to sear it… Sam thought, reciting an ancient prayer Dion had taught her. Oh, moons of mercy, moons of might… If in shadow, dark, or night… My body die with evil near it… Send your light to guide my spirit… she finished as the two worlags charged in.
She readied herself and blocked their slashed from their pincers as best she could. One got past her guard and viciously cut her in the side. Sam screamed in pain and felt her connection with Lakota snap taunt and strengthen. Her eyes grew slightly unfocused and she began hacking at the pair of worlags.
Gunshots rang out and the two worlags fell. "Sam!" Dion yelled, bursting into the clearing behind Hishn and Lakota. The latter made his way to Sam's side as she fell to the ground. Dion knelt down next to Sam and began examining the wound as Aranur and Gamon checked to make sure that the worlags were dead. SG-1 carefully got down off of the rocks, cautiously eyeing Dion and the others.
"What's wrong?" Aranur asked, crouching down next to his Promised.
"She needs to be healed otherwise she won't make it," Dion said.
"You need my help?" Aranur asked.
"It's a deep wound Aranur. Your strength won't be enough," Dion said.
"Can we help?" Daniel offered.
Dion looked at the man as did Hishn. He is a kind caring man wolfwalker. He should be able to help, Hishn said.
"Fine. Then do exactly as Aranur does, understand?" she asked. "If you don't, you could kill me, Hishn, and Sam."
Daniel, Teal'c, and Hailey frowned. "Sam? Samantha Carter?" they asked. Dion nodded. "No way…" Hailey breathed.
Not bad eh? I liked it.
To clear up any confusion, it has been a little over three year since Sam has been stranded on this planet. So Stargate SG-1 is now in Season 9, with some obvious changes.
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