General Landry pinched the bridge of his nose. "Care to elaborate on that last statement Col.?"

"Well sir, they headed off to find water nearly six hours ago."

Landry waited for more, "and…"

"And… we found Daniel's glasses in a clearing that had definitely seen some action." Sam's metallic words tumbled out of the speaker in a rush. "Something is definitely wrong sir."

"Col., do you want to explain to me why you let those two out of your sight after what happened the last seven times?"

Carter swallowed hard. "Not really sir. Is the gate operational yet, we could use some extra bodies for the search."

The General watched as Walter shook his head. "No can do Col., we can't be sure that the gate is in full working order yet. I will attempt to send Dr. Lee's hand-held locator through. He's just going to love that," he muttered as he headed off to ruin Dr. Lee's day.

Ten minutes later Sam and Vala watched the locator roll through their side of the gate on a mechanized cart. "Bill must not have put up much of a fight."

Vala eyed the locator while Cater informed the SGC that the device had made the trip intact. "Col., what's the range on this particular piece of equipment?"

"It should pick up any signal within a mile."

"In that case, I do believe we are going to have a lot of ground to cover."

STARGATE: SG-1

"You know, must guys would kill to be in our predicament."

"True, but I don't think either of us qualify as 'most guys'."

"Touche."

"Besides, you seem to have a rather serious crush on a certain General's daughter who is, and I quote, is 'Damn handy with a scalpel'." Daniel laughed loudly at Mitchell's gaping look until the pain in his ribs flared. "You say some rather interesting things when you're only half conscious. I'm going to have to start paying more attention to you in the infirmary, or I could just start calling you 'Sam I Am'."

Poor Cameron couldn't decide if Jackson was talking nonsense, or if his concussion just made it seem that way. He shifted trying to find a more comfortable position for his battered body, but hissed when the movement upset his injured ankle.

The medicine woman had dressed their injuries, but both men had refused the medication for pain. Dr. Lam would have a field day if they returned to the SGC completely loopy from some alien drug.

"You think Sam and Vala are worried yet?"

"Jackson, we've been gone almost half a day now; plus it's you and me. Your track record has been horrible since you joined the SGC-"

"-Hey!"

"And mine isn't starting out much better. Besides, its Sam, she's always been a mother hen."

"You're lucky I don't break your other ankle for that Cam-shaft."

"Sam! Vala!" Both men shared a look. People already said they looked alike, they did not need to start sounding alike too. They turned back toward Sam and Vala to find both women looking at them with appraising stares.

Sam cleared her throat to cover up the fact that she had just been caught staring. Vala took the opportunity to discretely wipe her mouth. "Now Daniel, I know Cam is the leader of this team, but you don't have to do everything he does." Apparently Cameron wasn't the only one who preferred boxer briefs to 'tighty-whities'.

Mitchell tried to glare at her but the effect was somewhat diminished due to his being slightly cross-eyed.

"Of course, if you want to carry on this particular tradition," Vala beamed at the two men, "we don't mind in the least." Sam nodded enthusiastically.

Cam looked over at Daniel, "I'm going to pass out again. Wake me when we get back to the SGC and are surrounded by at least somewhat sane people."

"Oh, somebody's cranky."

So, I think I've written myself into a bit of a corner. I'd love some suggestions on how to finish this out or where I should take our boys next.