(A/N: New chapter! Yay! I hope it's okay...there's a bit of action coming up soonish... and a lot of the '...'s hopefully, you will all like this D also includes a bit of Jack's point of view...hmm...yeah... Thanks to all those who reviewed my preious chapter!
Ryan x x x)


Jack was in pain. Extreme pain. He would never tell anyone else- he was solider. He would never bring himself to tell anyone else just how much pain he really was in. It was a instinct imbedded deep with in from his days in Iraq, during the covert operations he was ordered on. He has been attacked, and not by one of the local populace, although they had been rather quite over the past couple of hours. Something had attacked his camp, alerted (he assumed) by the small fire he'd built to cook the rest of the MRE's.

The thing that had attacked was similar to a big cat from Earth, with seemingly extra long claws, to which he'd been on the receiving end of. That was one of his main injuries, three gashes, running from just underneath his eye to the bottom of his chin, luckily it had missed his throat, but the scratches continued to run from his collar bone to just below his ribs. It had drenched him in blood. It was luck he had moved when he did, otherwise he would have been cat food. Literally.

Laying his head down on his back pack, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, hoping to meet his 2nd in Command once more. When he did, he didn't expect her to break down in tears.


'Will she be okay?'

'Where was she found?'

'Cassie found her in her doorway, she called me straight away…'

'Inform me immediately when she wakes.'

Sam heard snippets of the conversations going on around her, drifting in and out of sleep, all concerned for her welfare. The last thing she remembered was clutching her head in extreme pain, then being in complete bliss… at seeing Jack again. There was something tickling at her brain though, something important. It took her a few moments to return to the waking world properly. She felt like she hadn't been asleep at all, almost as if she had spent all night studying some new alien device.

Sitting up suddenly, startling the nurses around her bed. 'We have to get to him! He's in danger, he's hurt!' she tried getting out of the bed, but as soon as she tried to stand up, her feet gave way. The nurses helped her back on to the bed, but she was refusing to stay put. In the end Janet had to threaten her with further sedation if she kept trying to get up.

Unable to do anything other than think, she wondered about the legitimacy of the two dreams that she had had about Jack. Wondering if they were real, if she could truly be communicating with her CO…if it was truly viable that she could be talking to a man over a million light years away- one step through the Stargate could solve that , 'don't go there,' she thought darkly. There was so much they had yet to discover through their journeys to other worlds, the bad as well as the good- although there always seemed to be a lack of the good, particularly of late.

'Major? Are you sure she's okay Doctor?' General Hammond had been trying to get her attention for the past five minutes, she had been completely blanking him with out realising. 'Must have been thinking hard,' she thought grimly.

'Sorry sir, I was thinking,' she sighed, just loud enough for him to hear.

'How are you feeling now Major?' He asked.

'Like I want to get out of this bed and find Jack!' she replied hotly, briefly forgetting just who she was talking to. Immediately after, she clapped her hand to her mouth, in shock of what she had said to General Hammond, he also appeared to be in shock. 'I'm sorry sir! I just have to get out of this bed, I know that if I were to return to P3X- 549 I could find him…and he's hurt…' Sam trailed off, looking down at her now folded hands.

'Doctor? How fit is Major Carter?'

'She needs more rest. To be honest sir I don't know what caused her to collapse like she did-' Janet was cut off.

'Need. My need made me collapse… he said that if I needed it enough, I would see him-'

'Need for what Sam?'

'Need for the Colonel… we have a connection, a bond… I don't know much about it, he only told me in a letter… we can talk, in our dreams… but they aren't really dreams, more of a meeting of minds…' she trailed off again. 'I know where Colonel O'Neill is! Please let me go and find him, he's injured- he was attacked by something, and it wasn't a local…and I'm fine, please let me go to him!' Same was on the verge of crying- she would beg, if she had to- but she was going to find him.


Daniel had started to go a little stir crazy over the past couple of days. Jack was missing, he could deal with that, almost. Teal'C was his usual stoic self, but it was Sam he was most concerned about. Whenever Jack had gone missing before, she always took it the hardest. Of course Sam and Jack had a special bond, but they couldn't act further due to the military regulations, but the rest of the base could do something to help. Whenever something happened to SG-1 as a whole, whether they had been kidnapped, tortured, split up… time travelling…the whole base seemed to get more oppressive. They could try to lighten things up, but it appeared only Jack's unique sense of humour made the place more hospitable.

He didn't know how she had done it, but Sam had somehow convinced the General to allow the remaining members of SG-1, herself included, along with SG-11, to find Jack. Apparently she knew where he was due to some dream. Daniel tried to keep his mind open, not only because anything was possible at the SGC, but also because Sam was one of his best friends, he was just having a little trouble believing what she had said.

It was the aforementioned reason Daniel was standing in the men's locker room, pulling on his off world gear, making sure to pack an extra hat. It was this part of the job he hated. Packing. The bane of his existence. The trouble was, he didn't know how to pack lightly, he wanted to take as many reference books as possible, to help him on some big find, but today that wasn't really necessary. His bag was to contain essential medical materials, General Hammond did not want to risk sending doctors off world who had never been before- not wanting them to freeze up on the job.

Realising he was going to be late, again, he picked up his cap and the bag, then hurried off to the 'Gate Room, just as the out going dialling klaxons went. Sighing to himself, he picked up the pace and entered the 'Gate Room just as the 'Kawoosh' disappeared back into the event horizon. Looking over at Sam, he saw a look in her eyes, conveying a hundred emotions and thoughts, but to him, they conveyed a grim determination to get what she wanted. And she would not stop at anything to get it.


(A/N: So how was it this time? I hope it was okay...and not to cheesy!
Ryan x x x)