A/N: Happy Newyear to you all, including you who don't review (which seems to be every one of my readers). Anyway, despite not updating regularly the past weeks, I am near in finishing the story. When that happens I'll upload the chapters. For now, this is chapter 7.

Disclaimer: I asked for Stargate: SG-1 for Christmas, but I guess they didn't fit under the tree. So I still don't own...

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Chapter 7

- P3X-747

Logan opened his eyes to a piercing light. His head was pounding and he was freezing.
It took him a while to realize he was staring straight into the sun. He rolled away and buried his face in the snow. That cleared his head a bit. He sat up, onto his knees, and took in his surroundings. He was on a mountain ridge, which was covered in snow. The snow in front of him was red with blood. He brought his hand to his face and felt something sticking out of his forehead. He seemed to be fine overall, so he'd worry about that later.
Sam was lying next to him, unconscious. She felt ice-cold. No one else was around.
He saw the beginning of a forest further ahead.
He took Sam in his arms and picked her up.

He had taken off his jacket and had put it on Sam. Now he was starting a fire with some dry wood he had found.
Sam was lying on the ground against an old log of wood by the fire. After it was lit, he lay down next to her.
She was pale and her lips were blue. He positioned her with her back towards the fire and held her. Warming her with his body.
As they lie there, his head was clearing.

The transportation-device had exploded. With it, it must have transported them somewhere. Hopefully, they were still on the same planet. He had no idea how powerful the device was.
It couldn't be only them that got transported. It wouldn't make sense.
SG-1 had been the only ones left in the building. And Kyra. So they probably all got swept away.
But he hadn't seen anyone except for Carter. Were the others transported somewhere else?

He didn't know.

His thoughts wandered to other things. What did they have with them? They had left their gear behind. He had his gun. His knife. And the pouch on his leg. He smiled. That would be helpful.
Sam had her gun and her knife too. But she didn't have anything else. She had left everything behind, her gear, her jacket.

He felt cold wearing only a t-shirt, but Sam needed his jacket. She needed to get warm.
He tightened his arms around her feeling her skin through the thin fabric of her tank-top. She was starting to warm. Or was he starting to cool?

His headache was back again. He was getting dizzy. Things were blurry.
He saw himself tracing his thumb over Sam's lips. She was so close to him. Her lips weren't blue anymore. They were warm. Soft. As he let his hand rest on her cheek, he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore…

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'Logan?'

Sam had woken up. Logan was lying next to her, unconscious. He was pale, and had a fever. She could feel his glowing skin radiate against hers.
There was a shard of the transportation-device sticking out the side of his forehead. Blood was trickling from the wound, in a tiny stream, down his face. When she turned his head, she saw that the entire left-side of his face was covered in blood.

'Logan!' She called, more firmly.

His eyes opened.

'Sam?'
'Logan, you… I…' She suddenly realized she couldn't do anything. If she'd pull the shard out of his forehead, it could make things worse. And with nothing to treat him…

'You're awake… How are you feeling?' Logan asked softly.
'I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Logan… You're not looking too good. You need medical attention.' She said.

He shifted and unbuckled the straps that kept the pouch on his legs.

'Here,' he said as he gave her the black leather sack.

She took it, unzipped it, and dropped the contents on the sand.
She was surprised to find bandages and tape, among other things.
Logan took a small flask from the pile and screwed it open. He took a swig from it, and passed it to Sam.

'Alcohol.' He said.

She smelled the liquid.

'Whisky.'
'Scottish finest.' Logan replied.
'Alright, lay still.' Sam said.
'I'll do something about that wound.'

He was lying on his back, and Sam sat on top of him. She bent over him to examine the shard.
After a few seconds, Sam pulled the shard from his head, and poured scotch over it.
Then she dressed the wound.

'How does that feel?' She asked.

Logan sat up and took another swig of scotch. He leaned against the wooden log.

'Like hell.' But his headache was easing.

Sam smiled weakly and sat down next to him.

'How do you feel? Really?' Logan asked her.
'Like hell.' She responded.
'I'm freezing.'

He threw all the wood that was lying around on the fire, put an arm around Sam and pulled her closer.

'What happened?' She asked.
'Where are we?'
'I wish I knew.' Logan answered.
'The transportation-device blew up, and that probably transported us here. But I don't know what happened to the others. Or where we are.'

He pointed his other arm to the edge of the forest.

'We were lying back there, on the edge of the mountains. I don't know for how long, but judging by the sun we've been here quite some time. You nearly froze to death…'
'Well, the days are much shorter here, but still…' Sam said.
'I don't know how this could have happened. Perhaps if I understood the technology better… They seem to have blended Asgard and Ancient technology, now the Asgard-part is at least familiar…'
'No use worrying about it now.' Logan said.
'We need to find a way back to Largos. The others will do so as well.'
'If they are capable to.' Sam said.

Logan sighed.

'We will stay here for tonight. Tomorrow we'll move.'
'Where to?' Sam asked.
'I don't know yet…'