Olivia was startled by the knock on the front door, more than a bit rattled by what had happened earlier. She got up, still shaking nervously and yelled, "Who's there?"

"Olivia, it's me, Sam."

Olivia hurried to the door and opened it. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here."

Sam looked around and noticed the evidence of some kind of struggle. "What happened?"

Olivia closed the door and went back to the living room. "Some people came for Johnny…"

"John? Olivia, I think…"

"No, he was really here! He didn't die, a wormhole sucked him in and he has been living in some faraway galaxy for the last three and a half years. Yesterday afternoon he suddenly showed up in our back yard."

"Are you sure it was him?"

Olivia frowned. She had expected skepticism and even surprise at the news of Johnny's return, but Sam didn't seem perturbed by the existence of wormholes. And that seemed rather odd, considering Sam was a theoretical physicist. He specialized in proving the existence of wormholes. By all accounts, Sam should be ecstatic to learn Johnny had actually traveled through a wormhole. "Yeah, Dad made sure."

Sam nodded. "Okay, so what happened?"

"I guess it started last night, when Johnny and Aeryn couldn't contact their friends. This morning they still were not able to contact them. So they decided to go out, and have some fun. If they weren't able to contact their friends when they got back, then they'd assume something was wrong and act out some protocol they had previously agreed upon."

"Who's this Aeryn?"

"Johnny's girlfriend. He met her at the other side of the universe where he'd wound up after that test flight. Anyway, while Johnny and Aeryn were out, their friends tried to contact them. We couldn't understand them because of the different languages, but Dad assured them John and Aeryn would be back soon. Still, Dad was worried it might be really important and he went out to look for them."

"I assume he found them?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah. While Dad was out, though, their friends called again, this time someone spoke in English, telling me that someone might have found John and Aeryn and come for them."

"How did they know?"

Olivia shrugged. "I'm not really sure. After Johnny and Aeryn got back, they contacted their friends and Johnny said something about the comms having been tracked by someone on Earth. About forty-five minutes later, Aeryn noticed some military people. Dad and Johnny went to the door while Aeryn stayed with me and hid me."

"That probably saved you. Then what happened?"

"Well, I think I heard Dad asking for some IDs and then I heard a weird sound. At first I thought it was Johnny's pistol…"

"John has a weapon?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah. Apparently, where he went you either have a gun and know how to use it, or you're dead."

Sam nodded. "Right. Okay,so you heard what you thought was John's gun…"

"Yeah, but it wasn't his. I know that because the second shot was the one that sounded different from the first and last two shots, one of which hit Aeryn."

"Then what?"

"I saw two people come in to drag Aeryn away. I stayed hidden, until I was sure they left. That's when I found out they also took Johnny and Dad."

"Did you see any faces or anything else that might be used to identify them?"

Olivia nodded. "I got a good look at the weapon they used. It was very oddly shaped." She grabbed a piece of paper. "I made a drawing of it." She sighed. "But I didn't get a good look at anyone's faces. I never heard any of them speak and I have no idea what kind of car they used, let alone a license plate."

Sam embraced her. "Hey, it's okay. You did the right thing. At least we have something to go on. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"Carter, I understand that, but what's it got to do with us?"

"Sir, this is a sketch Olivia Crichton made of the weapon. Whoever was at the Crichtons have access to Zats."

"Zats?! You think there's a Goa'uld behind this?"

"Well, no, Sir. You know that we're not the only humans with access to Zats."

"The NID?"

"It could be, Sir. According to Olivia, someone on Earth had been tracking John Crichton's alien friends and their communications to him. If the Go'aulds would be behind this, they would have gone into space to find them, not stay on Earth."

"Who did they take?"

"John, his father and a woman John met at the other side of the universe."

"He met at… is she human?"

"No, Sir. I think we should find them A.S.A.P. If their friends come for them, they might get noticed. According to some of the stories John told his sister, most of them aren't even human looking. They would get noticed."

Jack O'Neil sighed. "You know, for once I would enjoy not having to deal with the NID or aliens while on Earth."

Olivia made her way to John and Aeryn's duffels when she heard one of the odd languages again. She franticly searched through the first duffel without success before finding the communication device in the second duffel. 'Why are things always in the last place you look' she idly wondered while pawing frantically through the duffels.

"Uhm, hello? You should know that some people came and kidnapped John, Aeryn and my dad. I don't know where they are now." Olivia waited for a few seconds, but no reply came and she wondered if she had done something wrong. After nearly a minute of not knowing what to do next, she noticed a large shadow next to her own. Before she had a chance to turn around she felt a sting in her arm.

Turning around, she nearly fainted at seeing a big alien standing there.

"G'rahg art'gth they took them?"

"Wha..? Hey, I understood that last part!"

"I have injected you with translator microbes. Do you know where they took them?"

"Uhm, no. I was hiding and stayed hidden until I was sure they left." That only warranted a grunt and a sigh from the big alien. "Sorry."

"Don't be. If you hadn't remained hidden, you might have been taken as well and we wouldn't know what was going on." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Dargo."

Olivia hesitantly grabbed his hand and shook it. "Olivia. John's sister." From the corner of her eye she saw a grey skinned girl appearing, moving in an odd manner in their direction.

"Di- did you find out wh-where they are?"

The big alien, who Olivia now remembered John calling 'D', turned to the new girl. "Chiana, I told you to stay aboard Jool's ship."

"Pip!" Olivia blurted out, as another of John's tales was linked up to the actual person and name. "That's what John calls you, isn't it?"

The grey girl nodded. "Yeah. Do you know wh-where Crichton and Aeryn are?"

"No, I was hiding."

"Oh." Chiana turned to D'Argo. "What are we gonna do now, D'Argo?"

"Are you alright, Son?"

John groaned lightly as he sat down next to his father. "Yeah, fine. You?"

"They haven't 'questioned' me yet. They took Aeryn before you showed up, though."

"Damn." He wanted to tell his father that he wasn't really worried,and that Aeryn could kick ass just fine on her own, but he didn't want the risk their captors listening in and take additional precautions to prevent such a thing. "I knew it was a bad idea to come here."

"What?! Now, John, you couldn't have known something like this would happen!"

"What, you think the world would open their arms and welcome aliens and formerly lost astronauts returning from a galaxy far, far away? Sorry to burst your bubble, Dad, but that's not reality, not yet."

"You don't seem very confident in humans anymore, Son. You used to look forward to find extraterrestrial life. You felt it would be beneficial to us."

"I still do, Dad, but I've since learned how humans would react. No, not learned, I've always suspected it. Someone simply opened my eyes once."

Jack shook his head. "I can't believe you think so lowly of humans. This is just a small group. This doesn't say anything about the rest of the world!"

John looked his father in the eyes. "Do you really believe that, or are you just trying to convince yourself of that?"

"I believe that, John. I have to believe that."

Olivia looked around in wonder. Some military people had come back to the house and John's alien friends told her she'd be safer with them. Initially, Olivia thought Sam might be the one showing up, but once she looked outside she quickly realized that was not the case. Without a second thought she went with the big alien and the grey girl. And here she was, on an alien ship standing invisibly in the middle of the field bordering her father's garden.

"D'Argo, we should leave. Sooner or later someone is going to search this field and bump into this ship."

The big alien sighed and glanced at Olivia, before turning back to the red-headed alien. "Go."

Olivia felt a slight tremor but only for a very short time. But she could definitely see! First the neighborhood, quickly resolving into an overview of the city, followed by the state, the country and then Earth. She was in space!

She couldn't believe the speed at which they traveled, going out further and further. Less than two hours to get to Pluto. She may have never been in space before, but she knew the time it had taken her father to get to the moon. Granted, that had been some years ago, but NASA hadn't made much improvement in traveling speed so she was fully aware of the enormous speed they must have been traveling at.

Nearly half an hour later she saw something new and let out a gasp. "Whoa, that's big." She watched intently as they traveled closer to the large ship. "That's really big."

"Tha- that's Moya. She-she's our home," the grey girl – Chiana, Olivia corrected herself – explained.

"She's beautiful." In silence she watched as they floated into Moya, the beautiful arched walls now surrounding them. She remembered John explaining that Moya was alive and she realized the protrusions on the wall were probably something akin to ribs or bones. A slight jolt let her know they landed.

Without a word, Olivia picked up John's duffel and followed Chiana, who had picked up Aeryn's duffel, and headed to the hatch. The moment she set her foot on Moya, she heard a whirling noise and before her second foot touched down she saw a frog-like creature on a hovering chair entering the large room they had landed in.

"Oh, great, another fahrbot human," the newcomer greeted her.

"Shut up, toad," Chiana intervened. "We-we had to take Crichton's sister with us. Whoever took Crichton and Aeryn could be coming back."

Olivia just kept looking around, eventually spotting the Farscape module. She pointed at it and asked, "does it still work?"

"Barely," came the gruff reply from D'Argo, who was standing behind her. "It performs better than when John arrived, but it's still no match for anything else."

Chiana grabbed her arm. "Come on, I'll show you Crichton and Aeryn's quarters."

Olivia followed her out the door and through the hallways. She looked at everything she came across, asking Chiana all kinds of questions. This was one adventure she would never forget, she was sure.

"Ah, you must be John's sister."

Olivia turned to the side where the voice had come, and took a step back and let out a startled gasp.

Chiana simply glared at the newcomer. "Leave her alone, fek-face."

"Chiana, you know I have no ill intentions towards John, his family or his friends."

Chiana just grabbed Olivia by the arm. "Let's get out of here."

"You alright?" John asked as Aeryn was shoved into the cell, with no visible damage.

"Yes, but they are frustrated because they can't understand a frelling word I'm saying," Aeryn replied in Sebacean, obviously also realizing they might be monitored in here.

"What did she say, Son?"

"Our interrogators are not very happy with the fact they can't understand Sebacean." John turned back to her. "What did they wanna know?"

Aeryn shrugged and grinned slightly. "The usual."

"Ah, name, rank and regiment," John nodded and grinned back. "Your favorite question, if I recall correctly. Anything else?"

"Whether or not we're here to invade them and if we have any kind of tech or weapons they could use for their own pathetic wars."

"Yeah, pretty much what they asked me."

"John, we should figure out a way to get out of here."

"I agree." John glanced at his father, who had wisely not pointed out Aeryn was perfectly capable of speaking English. "There's something else," he continued in Sebacean, though his grasp of the language was far worse than Aeryn's grasp of the English language. "I felt the blue tunnel here on the planet." Sebacean was even more difficult if you tried to avoid particular English terms like 'wormhole'.

"On the planet?" Aeryn frowned as she sat down beside him. "Is that even possible?"

"Not that I know. But on a ship is also not possible." Well, grammatically that probably wasn't right, but at least he got the point across.

"You think the Ancients traveled here, anyway?"

John shrugged. "Maybe."

"It's this street, Sir," Sam informed her CO. "The Crichton's live… oh no!"

Jack sighed. "I'm guessing it's the house with the kicked-in front door?"

"Yeah." Sam jumped out of the car almost before it had stopped. "Olivia?! It's me, Sam." She grabbed her sidearm and cautiously stepped inside the house. A few minutes later, she and Jack had searched the house top to bottom. "They've taken her, too." Sam said, looking defeated. "I should've taken her with me!"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You couldn't have taken her with you to the SGC, anyway."

"I could have taken her to my house."

"Could'a, would'a, should'a. Carter, what happened, happened. We should look for clues."

"Yes, Sir."

Chiana looked down at the floor, realizing she had once again put her foot in her mouth. "I-I guess Cri-Crichton didn't want you to know."

Olivia nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I already kinda knew he kept some things from us. When he told some of the things he'd witnessed he constantly threw a warning glance toward Aeryn, as if to let her know some fact was not to be discussed. But this is horrible! How can you even stand him being around?!"

"Well, technically, it's not him. This Scorpius it's a bioloid copy. But to be honest, I'm not sure why Crichton wants him around." She held out her hand, eager to change the subject. "Here, put this on you."

Olivia grabbed a pin similar to the one John and Aeryn had with them and knew what it was. "How do I use it," she asked as she pinned the communication device on her shirt.

"Just tap it once and say the name of the one you want to talk to. Come, I'll show you more of Moya."

Together they walked out of John and Aeryn's quarters. "That one," Chiana pointed to the room next to the one they just left, "is for you while you're here. Hopefully that won't be too long."

Olivia nodded and silently followed Chiana. She'd spotted the yellow drones driving around Moya before, and Chiana had explained they were DRDs and kept Moya in working order. This time she saw another DRD in completely different colors and she started to laugh. "That must be Johnny's handy work."

Chiana looked to see what Olivia had seen and laughed with her. "Yeah. Crichton found him on another Leviathan, so he's not part of Moya's own DRD crew." She crouched down and motioned for Olivia to do the same. She addressed the little drone. "1812, meet Crichton's sister, Olivia. Olivia, meet 1812."

The little drone moved it's stalks excitedly, accompanied by equally excited chirps and beeps. Olivia glanced at Chiana. "Why did he name him 1812? I mean, he painted it on the shell, but why that name?"

Chiana just shrugged, but the little drone immediately started to play the famous melody and Olivia laughed again. "The 1812 Overture." She turned to Chiana. "And here I thought he couldn't stand that piece… Hey, wait a minute! How could this little fellow understand me? You said he's not part of Moya."

Chiana shrugged again. "We're not sure. But Crichton sees this one as his friend. Almost like a pet."

Olivia looked back at the drone. "Well, nice meeting you, 1812." She glanced up at Chiana, who had already stood up. "But I wanna see the rest of Moya." She moved to get up so Chiana could show her more of this beautiful ship. "Bye," she said as she and Chiana walked on.

As they walked around the corner, a new face greeted them. "Oh, you must be Crichton's sister. I'm Karinta. Do you mind if I take a blood sample and scan you? Crichton is the only one of his species and we might need the additional information."

Olivia wanted to indicate she had no problem with being scanned, but Chiana stepped in between. "I don't think that's necessary."

"I think it is. We only have his data to go by and most of it was gathered after…"

"He's fine," Chiana interrupted before anything else Crichton had wanted to hide would reach the ears of his sister. "We never had a problem treating his injuries."

"Maybe, but we have not much to go on regarding the baby."

"Baby?" Olivia's eyebrows rose. "Aeryn's pregnant?" She paused as she remembered something when they had just arrived. "That's why Johnny didn't like the idea of her drinking a beer!"

"While in stasis, the baby is well protected from anything Aeryn might ingest," Karinta said.

"Stasis?" Olivia inquired.

Chiana just sighed as Karinta started to explain stasis pregnancy. At the rate things were going, it was very likely Olivia would find out everything Crichton had obviously tried to hide from his family. And Karinta was the one who knew the least! Maybe a tour around Moya wasn't such a good idea after all.

"That completes step one," John informed his father in a hushed voice as they stepped out of the cell. Aeryn had been able to surprise the two guards that had come for one of them and knocked them out. Aeryn and John had taken the guard's weapons, leaving Jack empty handed.

"And step two is..?" Jack inquired in an equally hushed voice.

"Get the frell back to Moya," Aeryn replied softly in English.

Jack looked from Aeryn to John, his unbelief clearly visible. "That's it? That's the entire plan?"

John shrugged. "We usually try to keep our plans simple."

"Hmm," Aeryn said. "Avoids frustration when John's plan doesn't work and we need to improvise."

"We usually refer to it as plan B," John informed him.

"Right. I take it this… 'plan B' comes into play often?"

"All the time," John and Aeryn replied in unison.

Jack watched as John and Aeryn moved completely in sync and shook his head before he followed them. This was a completely different side of his son, seemingly in his element during this break-out. Then a thought occurred to him. "Don't you need to get your weapons back? Seems unwise to leave alien technology in the hands of whoever took us."

John looked back at his father. "This is where 'plan B' starts."

"Carter," O'Neil said to get the attention of his 2IC, "I just got of the phone with SGC. Both visits have been picked up by one of the satellites. I don't think there's much we can do here, so I suggest we return to base."

Sam nodded. "I agree, Sir. With a bit of luck one of those two times can be tracked to their hideout."

Olivia watched in fascination as the big crustacean creature moved his four claws in an intricate dance over the console in front of him, and listened to him explaining his purpose and the special bond between his species and that of Moya. "Does Moya have any siblings, Pilot?"

"Moya… does not know. Some of her past memories are lost."

"What?!" Chiana stepped up to the console and placed her hand on Pilot's face. "When did she lose her memories? Was- was it because of, of something we did?"

"No, she lost her memories during her initial capture by the Peacekeepers. The immobilizer beam hit her near the nerve nexus. Most of her memories were lost."

"Why did you never tell us," Chiana asked. "May-maybe we could've helped?"

"There was nothing you could do, and Moya feels no need to burden you with something you can do nothing about."

"Perhaps there is a way," a cultured voice from behind her said. Olivia recognized the voice and moved closer to Pilot's console. She glanced in the direction of the intruder, only then noticing a young, red-headed woman accompanying him.

Scorpius let out a small sigh. "I will not come closer." He turned his gaze toward Pilot. "Pilot, it is possible the memories are still there, just no longer accessible. Such a situation resembles that of Crichton's wormhole knowledge…"

Chiana gave a short laugh. "Are you saying you're gonna give Moya a neural clone of you? Are you tinked?!"

Olivia looked from Chiana to Scorpius. "What neural clone?"

"A neural implant is precisely what I was suggesting, though it doesn't necessarily needs to contain my personality."

Chiana shook her head. "You are tinked! When you put in that… that… thing in Crichton's head he went crazy, and now you want to do the same to Moya?"

"Will someone tell me what the hell a neural clone is?!"

Before anyone could respond to Olivia's outburst, the comms crackled to life. "Pilot?"

"Officer Sun, are you and the Commander alright?"

"Yes, John and his father are fine. We managed to escape and retrieved our weapons and one of the comms. We don't know what happened to the other one."

"I found it," Olivia responded.

"Olivia? Are you alright? Where are you," Aeryn asked.

"In Pilot's Den and I'm fine. The first Crichton woman in space! Those goons that took you came back so your friends took me with them."

"John, Aeryn," D'Argo's voice interrupted, "we can pick you up, but it'll take us at least two arns to get there."

"Hold on a microt, D'Argo," Aeryn responded and closed the connection. She looked at John. "It's obvious we need to be here for another two arns. Is there any location, a place where we could be relatively safe?"

John shook his head slowly. "Not at the moment. I'm not really sure where we are. I think our best option is to just move and see where we end up in two hours. You're the only Sebacean here so your bio signature should stand out like a sore thumb. Tell'em to use their sensors to find us when they come pick us up."

Aeryn nodded and reactivated the comms. "D'Argo, we'll be on the move during that time. You will have to use sensors to locate us. Search for my bio signature."

"Alright. We'll use Jool's ship. However, I'm not sure it's wise to leave John's father and sister."

Aeryn glanced at John and Jack. John gave a slight shake of his head and indicated she should close the connection.

"I don't wanna have Olivia find out like this," John said once the connection was closed.

Aeryn glanced in Jack's direction to see him turn away. She looked back at John. "I realize that, John, but we have to say something."

John nodded and turned to his father. "Dad, D's concerned about leaving you and Livvy here."

"We'll be fine, Son."

"Dad, you were there. You heard the man; they'll keep on huntin' for you."

"So, I'll arrange protection for Livvy and me."

"And how long would that protection last, huh? Don't think the government is willing to pay for that too long. Besides, you'd basically be a prisoner in your own home."

"And how is comin' with you. Any better?"

John took a deep breath and looked down, realizing he couldn't give a good answer to that.

"You get to live and see the universe," Aeryn said as she stepped closer. "Jack, you have to see that coming with us is the better option. The people who captured us indicated they are part of a very large organization. They will eventually get to you and Olivia."

Jack contemplated for a short while and then nodded. "You are right, Aeryn. It's for the best."

Aeryn nodded and activated the comms, telling D'Argo John's family would be safe.

"This is their second visit," Sam explained as they watched the images in the briefing room. The two vans could clearly be seen, as could the men coming out of it. "Now look closely at field bordering the backyard of the Crichton house," Sam said as the image panned to and zoomed in on that area.

"I don't see anything there, Carter," O'Neill said.

"Exactly," Sam exclaimed. "Now, watch." Within a few moments three figures could be seen running toward the center of the screen only to vanish one by one.

"Where'd they go?"

"Inside an invisible ship. Luckily the satellite that picked this up can also show heat sources." At the press of a button the image changed, clearly showing an outline of some type of vessel with no less than five life forms. "They took off shortly after and we tracked them to just beyond Mars before we lost them. They made the trip in less than half an hour. I believe one of those people is Olivia; the others are probably John's friends."

"Great. So now what? That still leaves Commander and Colonel Crichton."

"We tracked them down, too," Sam said. "They're right here in Colorado."

"Wait, you mean to tell me you tracked them all the way from Florida to Colorado using the satellite? And just how the heck did they get there so quickly?"

"I'm not sure how they did that, Sir, but to answer the first question, no, we didn't track them using the satellite. Seems like they just managed to escape fine on their own."

"They escaped?"

"Yes, Sir. They contacted their friends using a sub space communication channel at the same moment Doctor Lee was experimenting with the same technology. We couldn't understand a word, and there seem to have been three different languages. But at one point Olivia Crichton replied, so we're sure it was them, even though neither John or his father seemed to have spoken. I'm assuming they did that on purpose as to not give away any intel to their captors."

Jack O'Neill nodded. "A wise precaution. So, our job is done, then?"

"I'm not sure, Sir. After we picked up the comms I triangulated the signal's origin. One was definitely coming from Earth and a satellite is now tracking the body heat of the four people in that location. They're on the move, obviously putting as much distance between them and what we assume to be the NID."

"Aren't you worried you're gonna lose the trace? If they reach a populated area, you could easily lose them, right?"

"Normally, yes. However, John's alien friend has a lower body heat, so she stands out. Now, about that signal. The other side came from deep space. It took a while for the satellite to turn in that direction, but in that area we could only find a cloaked probe of some sort. We assume they're using some kind of relaying mechanism, which indicates they're probably some distance away. It may take them a while to get here, which could also be a reason for the others to move."

"You think they may need our help?"

"To be honest, Sir, I'm not sure. They seem to have gotten out fine by themselves. Still, I'd think they'd appreciate the help and I wouldn't mind seeing John again. We met at MIT where we both took astrophysics. It's kind of ironic that while he wasn't particularly interested in wormholes he managed to travel through one. I actually envy him; he traveled through a natural wormhole, not the constructed ones we use during gate travel. You know, we never had proof wormholes were a natural phenomenon. The requirements for a wormhole…"

Jack raised his hand. "Carter, Carter, I get it, you wanna talk science with the guy." He stood up. "Okay, let's go help the Crichtons and their alien friend."

"Chiana, what's a neural clone?"

Chiana sighed, all hope of Olivia forgetting about the subject vanished. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

Olivia snorted. "I think one more secret's not gonna hurt."

Chiana wasn't so sure. She didn't know how much Crichton had told his family, but she was pretty sure he hadn't brought up the whole wormhole dren. Still, since fek-face had already mentioned the wormhole knowledge in Crichton's head, that, at least, wasn't secret anymore. But the part about the neural chip and the resulting clone was something she really didn't want to impart on this Crichton.

"Look," Olivia interrupted Chiana's internal debate, "I already know bad things happened to my brother. I rather know exactly what then imagining them."

"Remember when I told you about the chair Scorpius used to get Crichton's knowledge," Chiana began after a short pause. "Well, Scorpius must have realized the chair wasn't going to be much help, so he implanted a neural chip in Crichton's brain, programmed to gain all knowledge about wormholes that was locked up in Crichton's head."

Olivia followed Chiana as they moved toward the landing bay, but all her attention was clearly on the story Chiana was telling.

"The chip contained a neural clone of Scorpius and after a while Crichton began seeing and hearing Scorpius in his head. It was slowly driving him insane and at one point the clone took over from Crichton. It was during that time that he killed Aeryn…" Chiana stopped abruptly, realizing she just had just given out more information than she intended. She was certain Crichton's sister would have picked it up.

"Killed… Aeryn? Care to explain to me how a dead woman is walking around on Earth?"

"Zh-Zhaan revived her." Better move on with the neural clone part. "We found a Diagnosian who removed the neural chip, but unfortunately the clone remained, though it could no longer control Crichton."

"So Johnny still has the ghost of Scorpius in his head?"

Chiana shook her head. "No, recently we got rid of the clone. It's been there for…"

"Uhm, hello?" A voice interrupted over the comms. "You probably should answer not, most of all your friends who are on the planet. We know not how long you need to find them, but we can be there in half an hour. Friends are followed."

"Who's that, and what's he saying," Jack asked his son in a hushed voice.

John shrugged. "Dunno. Don't recognize the voice. As to what he's saying, he and his friend or friends can be here in half an hour and our friends back there," John jerked in the direction they came from, "are in pursuit."

"We understand," Jool replied over the comms. "We'll need at least four times as much."

This resulted in a surprised reply. "You speak this language? This interesting is. I like more talking to you… oh, right." The last part came out in English. "We trying protect them until arrive you."

The connection closed immediately and John looked at Aeryn. "Whadda ya think, babe?"

She shrugged almost imperceptibly. "We could use backup, but we don't know them. I find it odd someone on Earth speaks Interion, even if it is imperfectly."

"I think it's unlikely an Interion has been hiding here on Earth. They'd get noticed. Besides, as you say, he speaks it imperfectly. It could be a linguist who's just very good at picking up new languages?"

"Maybe. Whatever the cause, I don't trust anyone on this planet but you and your father at the moment. I think we shouldn't just readily do as they say."

John nodded. "Yeah, no reason to trust them just 'cause they speak alien and promise to help us. I'm wondering how they even know where we are, though?"

"They might have tracked us with one of the satellites," Jack replied, wanting to get involved in the discussion, even if he could only understand one side of it.

"I doubt they can track DNA. Certainly not from that high up," John replied.

"No, but they can track heat sources. Just as Sebacean DNA would stand out, so would her body heat, I assume."

"Damn, you're right. So our friends back there might be tracking us the same way. We better keep moving, then."

"This is so exciting!" Jool all but squealed as they lifted off. "Someone on Crichton's home planet can speak an old Interion dialect! Even further proof Humans and Interions are linked!"

"We are?" Olivia asked.

Jool nodded vigorously. "Yeah, On Arnessk Crichton found a small triangular object, with symbols on each side. He identified one as coming from an old Human language and the other two where Interion and Sebacean. But even before that, we knew Interions and Humans were linked. When Crichton's brain was damaged, they used…"

"His brain damaged?!"

Chiana sighed. "Oh, frell."

Olivia turned to her. "Before this is over I want a list of all bad things that happened to my brother!"

Jool looked apologetically at Chiana.

Chiana sighed again. "Can't this thing fly any faster?" The less time spend here, the better.

"She speaks the language of the ancients," Daniel said.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Daniel, you've said so several times now."

"This could be it. Maybe not all Ancients ascended. She, uh, she could know where to find the lost city. She might even know things we haven't found out about. We should…"

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" Jack exclaimed. "Will you just focus on the current situation, please?"

"But, Jack, this…"

"No," Jack interrupted, almost morphing the word into two syllables.

"Don't you see this…"

"Daniel," Jack warned.

"But…"

Jack held up his hand. "Uh."

"Fine. But once this is over I'm gonna have a long talk with that woman."

Jack sighed and shook his head. Sam just smiled, knowing full well Daniel loved doing this to Jack. Besides, it was funny to see these two interact.

"We'll arrive at our destination in ten minutes, O'Neill," Teal'c informed him.

"SG-1, this is Hammond. The enemy is closing in on your friends. I advise you to deal with them first."

"Affirmative, General. O'Neill out."

Jack looked in the direction of the gun fire, but couldn't see anything at all. "Sounds like whoever called has arrived."

John and Aeryn both nodded.

"I wonder how they got here, though. I didn't hear a chopper or anything," John said.

"I still believe we shouldn't trust them," Aeryn pointed out again.

John nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Better get a move on; we still got at least an hour and a half before the cavalry arrives." He turned to look at his father as they resumed their trek. "Hope you're still fit, Dad."

Jack nodded. "Don't worry, Son. I kept up my daily exercising routine."

"I hope you're in a better condition than your son was when he first arrived at my side of the universe," Aeryn replied with a grin on her face.

"Hey," John sputtered. "I wasn't that bad."

"I don't think they were NID, Sir," Sam said as she stood up.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, they're usually a lot sneakier when confronted. Question is, if not the NID, then who? And how did they get their hands on Zats?"

"Damn it, we lost them!"

"Carter?"

"Sorry, Sir, but I can't locate the Crichton's and their friend." Sam held a small scanning device in her hand, pushing various controls in hope of finding them somewhere.

"Maybe SGC kept track of them. I'll check." Jack activated his radio. "SGC, this is O'Neil. Do you know where our friends are? Carter can't locate them on her gizmo."

"SG-1, we tracked them to about 4 clicks north of your current location before they vanished from the radar. According to the maps, there's a cave system at that location."

"Affirmative." Jack turned to his team. "Alright people, let's pack up and head on out. We got people to meet."

"Son, what do we do if there's no 'backdoor' like you thought?"

"Jool's guppy can make one, if needed."

"That's assuming they can find us or even contact us while we stroll around these caves."

"Dad, don't worry. We'd have to be several miles below the surface before we'd be undetectable by them. But these caves nicely blocks out our heat signatures."

"John's right, Jack," Aeryn agreed. "Our friends won't have any trouble finding us. And we've passed several junctions, greatly reducing the chances of our pursuers following."

"Ouch. Damn it."

"Are you alright, Jack?"

"Yeah, just hit my knee against a protrusion. I'm fine. How long do you think we still need to play hide and seek?"

"Not long," Aeryn assured him. "Quarter of an arn, at most. I think we're getting closer to an exit, too."

"Crichton, Aeryn, we're almost at your position," Chiana's voice came of the comms.

Aeryn activated her comms. "Alright, Chiana. You'll have to guide us to the nearest exit. I know we're close, but I can't tell which direction to go now."

"You should be at a junction with three tunnels on one side and another opposite those, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, take the right most tunnel, and then go left. After that it's just a straight line."

"Thank you Chiana."

They made there way to the exit slowly at first, but once they'd taken the left turn, they were able to see more, increasing their progress.

Jack looked around him when they exited the caves. "So, where are they?" He'd barely spoken when a ship appeared out of thin air. "Never mind."

They'd barely entered before Jack found himself being hugged by his youngest daughter. And now his only daughter. Up to this point, he hadn't even thought about how to tell her about Susan. He felt her release him to go to her brother, and he was actually relieved he didn't need to tell her now.

"So, are we just going home, or do we have time to show Dad where you've lived these past four years?"

"Aeryn, why are we going back to Moya? Shouldn't we first take Chrichton's family home?"

Aeryn sighed, and looked first at Jool and then at Chiana. "They can't go home. They're no longer safe on Earth."

"Why," Chiana asked, and then turned towards the small room where moments before Crichton, his father and sister had gone in to; the same room from which she could now hear Olivia's cries coming from.

Aeryn sighed again and also turned to the room, feeling the need to be in that room for the three people in it. Eventually, she turned back to an expecting Chiana. "They didn't capture us first. They'd taken John's other sister, her husband and their son before us. The unit that took us, they fear aliens. I'm not sure why they kept us alive long enough to escape, but they killed the other three because they might be…" Aeryn swallowed before daring to say the last word. "Contaminated."

"What?!" Chiana exclaimed. "That's… that's…"

"Not unlike Peacekeepers," Aeryn filled in for her. "It's alright," she continued when she noticed the expression on Chiana's face. "When I was deemed irreversibly contaminated, I would've been banned from the Peacekeepers, ending up alone. That's almost the same as killing me."

Aeryn let out a soft sigh and turned towards John as she felt his hand on her shoulder. She was about to say something to the three humans, when the comms came to life.

"Hello? Did you get friends?"

Jool replied, "Yeah, they're with us."

"Well, that's a relief." This time he spoke in plain English. "There's someone who wants to say 'hi' to John Crichton."

John raised an eyebrow.

"John? Are you there?"

John's face lit up. "Hey,Sam. How's the wormhole hunting?" As he glanced around he added a soft, "what?" at the looks he received from Aeryn, Chiana and Jool.

"Apparently not as well as yours. Your sister told me some things about the past four years." Her voice had been light but it turned more serious. "Uh, listen, I think I should tell you about what we found at the complex you were held in."

John sighed. "Yeah, we know. We found… them… when we tried to get our stuff back. You should know that Olivia and my dad will not stay on Earth. It's just not safe for 'em."

"Yeah, I thought that'd be the case. So, how long do I have before you're out of reach?"

"Oh, I think we'll be good for at least another hour."

"Oh, come on, John. Throw me a bone here," Sam begged, finally able to talk to him after the thirty-odd minutes of Daniel's talk with the woman who spoke the language of the ancients. And what does John do? He withholds all juicy information on wormholes!

"Sorry, Sammy, can't do that. It's terrifying enough that I know so much about wormholes."

Well, no argument there. Let's try another tactic. "Then at least tell me about your experience. I may never get the chance to go through a wormhole. I'm not some big shot astronaut, you know." She could just imagine the grin on his face. But his reply got her by surprise.

"I think you're closer to a wormhole than you're letting on. Bye Sam, we're gonna jump out of range now."

"John? What do you mean? John?" She waited for a few seconds, but got no reply. He couldn't know about the Stargate, could he? There were so few people who knew, and she was sure neither he, nor his father knew about it. He couldn't know about it, and yet, what he said, and the way he said it…