Sorry this one is pretty short, insane week. More to come soon.

"What do you mean you can't find him? Cam wouldn't leave Daniel in this condition."

Sam began searching the area with Teal'c for any sign of the Col; she nearly let herself panic when she got a good look at Jackson's back bumper. A quiet groan emanating from the car interrupted her in the process of calling for Teal'c.

"Daniel, stay still, the ambulance is on the way." Carolyn kept a firm grip on his head and neck to reinforce her statement.

Sam and Teal'c immediately crowded into the open driver's side door, "Daniel, do you know what happened?"

Jackson closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to quell the nausea churning in his gut. "Someone hit me… then Mitchell was here, and the guy attacked him with… something. I tried to help, but…"

"Did you get a good look at him?"

"I-, it was too dark."

Teal'c could see that the injured man was quickly becoming agitated, "do not worry DanielJackson, we will find him." He and Sam moved away from the car to allow the newly arrived medics access to Daniel; they waited impatiently as the medics transferred their teammate to a stretcher and moved him to the ambulance.

"Carolyn?"

"Definite concussion, he wasn't complaining of any other injuries, but I'll know more after I get some x-rays." Lam bit her lip and wrung her hands nervously, "any sign of Cameron?" She had her answer when neither of them would meet her eyes.

Carolyn swallowed her fear as she headed for the ambulance. "I'm going back to the base with Daniel; call me when you find Cameron."

It was only then that Sam and Teal'c noticed that Col Reynolds and his team had arrived with the ambulance and begun to set up floodlights, illuminating the area better for the up coming search. They watched in silence as Reynolds approached them, still having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that one friend was injured, another was missing and they weren't even off-world.

"Did Dr. Jackson give you any idea what happened?"

Sam shook her head, "all he could tell us was that someone forced him off the road, then attacked Cam when he came back to help."

"Is it possible that this guy took Col Mitchell with him?" Reynolds watch their eyes widen and realized that they probably hadn't made it that far down their list of scenarios yet. "Why don't you call his cell phone, if he's still here that could help us find him."

Sam nodded numbly as she pulled her cell phone back out of her pocket. A cold ball of fear had instantly formed in her stomach at Reynolds's question; there was no doubt in her mind that this was the same assailant from the other attacks, and each attack had been an escalation of the previous. She quickly punched his speed dial number- the number three placement had been reserved for him long before either of them began working at the SGC- and held her breath, hoping beyond hope that she would hear his "It's a Great Day to Be Alive" ring tone. Carter nearly melted to the ground in relief when she heard a muffled sound coming from the shadows behind Daniel's car.

The trio quickly followed the sound further down into the ditch; but instead of finding their missing friend, they were confronted with three separate pieces of his cell phone, miraculously still proclaiming that it was a "Great Day to Be Alive".

Teal'c had heard the song several times while in the car with Cameron, and he could only hope that the song still rang true for the man; he quickly forced those thoughts aside, not allowing himself to believe anything except that his teammate was still alive. "Perhaps we should see if any vehicles left the base near the time of Col Mitchell and DanielJackson's departure."

"Already done Teal'c; the gate guards are going through their records as we speak." Reynolds bent down to collect the scattered pieces of the cell phone, his fingers sliding over the slick grass as he grabbed for the last piece. He brought his hand into the light and wasn't really all that surprised to find his finger tips covered in blood.

He held his hand up for the others to see, "there's not a lot here, but someone is definitely injured."

STARGATE: SG-1

The grass next to Daniel's car wasn't the only place where there was blood; Cameron spat, trying to rid the coppery taste from his mouth. He gave up and swallowed heavily to tamp down on the waves of nausea that rolled through his body; having a concussion was bad enough- he'd learned to recognize the symptoms in himself shortly after joining the SGC-, but rolling around in the bed of a speeding truck wasn't exactly doing much to help. His head bounced painfully off the wheel-well one more time before he was able to brace his bound hands against the hard metal to prevent it from happening again.

He wasn't all that worried for his own safety- strange considering the pain he was in now; if Wilks had wanted to kill him, he would have already- but more concerned about how his friends would handle this. He had every faith that his team would be able to find him, he just worried that they would run themselves completely ragged in the process. And with Jackson down…

Cam literally shook the thought from his head, and instantly regretted the movement. Note to self…

Jackson was not down; from the looks of things he'd only had a minor concussion, and much that Carolyn's dismay, that would not be enough to keep Daniel from looking for him.

Despite what many people thought, he and the archeologist had grown extremely close over the last few months. He knew they would never have what Jack had with the man, Daniel and the General had been through so much together, but they has become way more than co-workers. Their talk after the destruction of the Prometheus had done wonders for both their psyches, not comfort per say, but maybe something of a resolution.

He'd learned that he hated Jackson's self-sacrificing nature as much, if not more than Daniel hated his.

Mitchell tensed as he felt the early model Ford leave the main road; they were obviously nearing their destination. If he was honest with himself, he knew that he'd been out of it for much of the trip, but he also knew that they'd been traveling for at least half an hour. However, they'd been on paved roads for the majority of the journey, which indicated that there was a good chance they were within ten to fifteen miles of some form of civilization. So, even if he couldn't get the truck, he could make a run for it, assuming he could get away from Wilks with both hands tied behind his back.

Yup, just another day in the life of an SG-1 member.