They talked into the night and shared a meal and a jug. The Pavee origin on the planet was unknown but there were tales. Oh yes, there were tales that Daniel would have reveled in and there weren't enough days and nights to sort them all out. But what did matter was they were feared but the locals, in fact all the inhabitance of this planet and quite a few more. And best yet they could approach the Stargate and travel the stars at will. They were, after all, kin to the builders; they were their errant wandering children.
"Now I don't know how these folks have come to fear us, they usually spent their time trying to exploit us. They think we possess talents or gifts that are powerful or have wealth that they desire. Sometimes this leads to trouble but most often it gives us easy access to the portals. We are neither wizards nor are we rich, except in our families and heritage.
And you, Jack, being kin and all, and, of course, your lovely companion, would be welcome to joins us."
"We need to get home."
"Anywhere can be home."
"Can you help us?"
"How about tonight then?"
Jack took them to his meager hoard, threw open the door and let them have anything they wanted save the weapons and uniforms. It occurred to him that he might be allowing himself to be robbed. It could be in his desperation he wanted to believe these people. But believed them he did; he believed they had the key.
One of the teenaged boys, whose arms were laden with booty, said "Jack O'Neill, we have nothing to give you in return."
Jack smiled at the kid and said "I thought we were kin."
The boy's mother, laying her hand on his arm, said "Then we will wish for you what we wish all our kin that Blessed One smiles on you and yours."
Jack and Sam dressed and armed themselves and leaving everything else behind walked to the gate with Sean. The guards on the plaza, trying not to show their fear, suddenly appeared interested in a far away hill side, purposely tying to ignore them. The guards nervously glanced at them as Sean stepped up to the DHD and flinched as the wormhole erupted, casting the plaza in the undulating blue of the event horizon. Jack's hand sought out Carter's as they step forward, his eyes straight ahead, looking toward their future.
"Farewell, brother" was the last thing Jack heard as they stepped into the wormhole.