Okay, here's the second chapter with a few changes. I went back and reread the first two chapters and while they are a bit boring, they are satisfactory. Maybe when this story is completely done I'll go back and revamp them. Until that time though, enjoy the second chapter.

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"Which way do we go though?" Daniel asked.

"I don't know," Cameron admitted.

"Why not just pick a direction?" Sam asked. "Us standing here is not going to bring us back to PX5-323."

"Let's try west," Cameron said.

"How do you know the sun is setting that way?" Daniel asked.

"Because it's been sinking down as we've stood here talking," Cameron replied. Daniel shrugged and they moved out.

As they continued their trek westward, Sam noticed the birds and animal noises dissipating. She opened her mouth to inform her companions when several figures clad in green and gold burst out of the trees and bushes, guns in their hands. SG-1 immediately went back-to-back, guns raised.

"Drop your guns and surrender," the leader said.

Cameron tried a disarming smile. "We don't mean you guys any harm…" he began when one of the green and gold clad men cocked their gun. "But apparently you mean harm to us," the SG-1 leader said.

"Drop your guns. This is your final chance before we kill you," the leader said.

"Look, we have no idea where we are or how we got here…" Sam began to explain. One of the men in her blind spot slammed the butt of his rifle into Sam's head. She grunted in pain and dropped to the ground, barely staying conscious.

"Sam!" Daniel and Cameron cried. Teal'c remained silent but crashed his fist into the man who had struck Sam. The three men began fighting their attackers, actually managing to drive them back into the forest.

Teal'c bent down and helped Sam up, keeping a supportive arm around her. She reached up with a hand and felt her head. She pulled her hand away and looked at it. A small pool of blood rested in her palm when her vision suddenly blurred.

"She requires medical attention," Teal'c said.

"We should probably get out of here before those guys come back," Daniel said.

"Let's go," Cameron said. Teal'c slung Sam up in his arms in a fireman's carry. They then took off at a fast jog down the road. They didn't get very far when a horde of winged figures dropped out of the sky, surrounding them.

Sam watched through her blurring vision as a white winged creature approached her and began chittering excitedly. As darkness finally claimed her, she distantly felt several hands take her from Teal'c and lift her into the air.

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A gentle, warm, caring, melodic voice met Sam's ears. The semiconscious blonde could tell it was some sort of lullaby being sung to her. She knew the words of the song; her mother had sung it to her as a small child.

Sam slowly opened her eyes, a dimly lit room meeting her gaze. She still felt a little queasy and had a small headache. She opened and closed her eyes a few more times to clear her vision. A figure in black was sitting on the bed Sam was lying in, the face hidden in darkness.

"How do you feel?" the figure asked in a feminine voice.

"Better," Sam rasped, her throat dry. The figure picked up a glass of water and held it to Sam's lips. She carefully drank a little, sighing in relief as her throat became hydrated once more. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome." The figure set the glass back down on an end table. "What happened out there in the Vinkus?"

Sam sifted through her muddled memories. "What happened to my friends first?"

"They are fine. Concerned for you. They were allowed to sit in with you for the first several days, but when it became apparent that they would not leave your side, even for the briefest of moments to eat, we were forced to set a time that they could see you," the figure answered.

Sam smiled. "Sounds like them."

"We asked them what happened out in the forest, but they refuse to tell us anything," the figure went on.

"We were attacked," Sam said.

"By what?"

"Men in green and gold uniforms," Sam answered. "One of them clubbed me in the head. I didn't even see it coming."

"Those men were part of the Gale Force," the figure said. "They are nothing but brigands and thugs hired for the 'betterment of Oz'," the figure went on in a cynical voice. "I spent much of my life after school trying to help those they oppressed."

"Who…who are you?" Sam asked. "I feel like I know you but I can't place where," she said.

"I'll tell you when your better," the figure said. "Rest now child. You are safe." Sam began to protest when the figure began singing a soft lullaby:

Hush my little angel

I will not fail

To keep you from harm

You are my light

I'll keep you in my sight

And cherish you each day

Lay your head down

And drift in a lullaby

Dreaming sweet dreams

Sam felt herself drifting into sleep as the familiar words of the lullaby she had been sung as a child penetrated her ears. "Mom…" she whispered softly before falling into a peaceful slumber.

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The figure watched as Sam fell asleep. Once the figure was sure Sam was asleep, she leaned forward and kissed the top of Sam's forehead. She then rose to her feet and walked out of the room. She gently shut the door behind her and leaned against it, silent tears streaming down her face.

A burlap gloved hand rested on the woman's arm. "Are you all right?" a warm voice asked.

The woman looked up and stared into a burlap face. Soft, caring blue eyes stared into her dark brown eyes through a pair of eyeholes. "I…I don't know…" she said softly.

The man frowned behind his burlap mask. "What do you mean?"

She took his hand and led them down the stone hall. Torches flickered in the darkening halls as the sun set in the west. She opened a door and walked in. He followed and shut the door behind him. He then turned to the woman who was sitting on the bed, her face in shadow. He walked over and knelt down in front of her as he pulled off the burlap mask. Tousled blonde hair was plastered to his forehead by sweat.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"It's the woman," she began.

"What about her?"

"When we were tending to her wounds I…" her voice cracked and she covered her face with her hands, unable to go on. The man waited patiently while the woman composed herself. "I saw a tattoo on her back left shoulder," the woman said in a thick voice. Tears glistened on her face in the firelight.

"What kind of tattoo Elphaba?" the man asked.

"It…it was a blue diamond…like yours," she said.

The man seemed stunned. "Y…you're certain?" he stammered.

She nodded. "It's really her Fiyero. It's our daughter."

Fiyero sat in silence for a moment, processing what Elphaba had just said. "But…how? When we last saw her she was five years old. That was three years ago. This woman is well over twenty."

"I don't know how it's possible Yero," Elphaba said. "But she has your eyes. She is our daughter."

I know I only changed Sam's age, but it had to be done for the sake of later chapters, trust me. Please review!