a/n: I had my chapters wrong and had completed skipped Chapter 5 so here it is and my apologies for the confusion.

-- Heliopolis --

Jack O'Neill sat alone in his study, his gaze transfixed on the view from his desk as he watched and listened to the building storm. Winds howled and threatened to topple the weaker trees as driving rain pounded the building making him feel as if he were inside a beating drum. Not fearing the storm, as he knew they were safe in the structure that the Asgards had constructed, he instead enjoyed the raw power exhibited by nature. A yearly event, the storm had arrived sooner than Sam had projected. Yet it promised to fulfill her prediction on its magnitude - huge.

It was late at night and both Sam and Jon had been asleep for hours. Sam had lain down with Jon, who had been unusually edgy and unsettled, a condition that they had blamed on the brewing weather. For a brief moment Jack considered awakening her to further discuss their situation but then just as quickly decided to let her rest. She needed it - big time.

Living in such a solitary way was an exacting lifestyle. The hours were too short in the day for all that they had to do. Sam especially, as now the role of mother was her first priority. Yet her workaholic nature made her attempt to do it all, never slowing and lately never sleeping as she was determined to finish the personal shield project before Jack embarked on his mission.

He smiled in memory of an earlier conversation where the word, hog-tie' had been introduced if she didn't obey him and slow down. His smile broadened further when he further recalled her very irreverent response to the word obey'. Yep, he'd certainly married a feisty one.'

He inwardly cringed at the thought of how very alone Sam and Jon would be when he left and how Sam's burdens would double without his presence. "Buck up O'Neill, he muttered out loud, "It's the only way that it can go down..."

His ship was stocked and ready for travel. It had taken days of intensive work, but Sam's research had finally come up with a target: a location that had kept recurring in obscure ways involving the bounty transmissions and notices. The Asgards had overlooked it and the fact that the trail leading to this site was so imbedded and overlaid just made it even more suspicious. The location, a mysterious planet, which had been logged as uninhabitable' by the Asgards, and the race that loved to name things had never named this one. So Jack had given it the handle, Planet X'.

In their research, the O'Neill's could not find where it had ever been explored. An unusual event to be sure, as even though the galaxy was huge, it was very strange for a planet not to have some existing documentation, but this was in fact, the case. An enigma wrapped in a mystery; situated as it was on the edge of the galaxy, its very location seemed designed to keep it aloof from others.

The mystery increased with the discovery by Sam that the atmosphere appeared to be artificially manufactured. This possibility set Sam off like giving a scent to a bloodhound. Jack didn't think her head lifted for two days until she had it verified. The exotic gaseous environment that would poison any oxygen-breathing creature was only a screen -- a ploy -- as this noxious layer that encircled the globe was barely a quarter-mile thick before then giving way to a viable terra-formed environment.

His thoughts again pulled back to Thor as he studied the communication device, silently willing it to activate. He wanted to brief Thor on their findings and plan of action. In fact, he was going to recruit some Asgard help. Never a good thing to go into action without back up and Thor was his ace in the hole.

Come on Ole Buddy...You don't write... You don't call...' He had felt the stirrings of unease after speaking with Thor two days ago and since then the feelings had only grown stronger. Something was wrong.

Jack knew to trust the feeling, as it hadn't proved him wrong his whole life. This wasn't a result of any Ancient brain dump; this was the trademarked O'Neill sixth sense. Possibly it was heightened by the alterations and additions to his mind but it was an ability that had stood him in good stead for as long as he could remember.

Thor had missed the scheduled transmission and was now 12 hours overdue. At first Jack hadn't been worried as Thor wasn't exactly the most punctual of Asgards, but after this length of time he was definitely worried - he'd never been this late in his communications.

Feeling the start of one of his too frequent headaches, he closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his over-active mind and shut down his mental images of a dead or dying Asgard friend.

Glancing out, his gaze became riveted on the sight of an enormous tree, ripped roots and all, cart- wheeling through the air. Their house was directly in its fearsome path. Swiftly he checked the console on his desk to verify the shield's settings and watched as the plunging tree suddenly stop, and then, in a fierce blaze, disintegrate upon hitting the invisible perimeter barrier. Wouldn't be surprised to see Dorothy's house landing out there." He thought whimsically.

Tired of sitting -- tired of worrying -- he finally gave up on what he had started out doing that night and closed the journal he had been working in. It was useless; he just couldn't concentrate on his writing. He smiled at the thought of Daniel's surprise if he ever discovered that Jack kept such a journal. A labor of love, it was a detailed, meticulous account of his son's life so far, documenting his phenomenal development and growth.

Rising from his desk, he stretched and walked closer to the large windows studying the large expanse of ocean on the horizon. Looking to the right, he could see the ruins of all that remained of the ancient dwelling on the cliff and his thoughts were swept back into the past - remembering their first journey to this world to find Ernest Littlefield in all his scrawny nakedness - a sight that had everyone recoiling in shock -- except for Catherine. For her, he had been a wondrous sight. And that, ladies and gents, proves beyond a smidgeon of a doubt that there is such a thing as true love'!' He thought with a small grin.

Thor had them settled comfortably. The dwelling was not as aesthetically pleasing as the home on O'Neill's moon, but still quite comfortable. Situated back from the ocean, it perched on ten-foot pillars bordering a small artesian spring-fed lake.

Lacking a Stargate which still rested on the ocean floor where it had fallen years ago, their only means of transport were two small Asgard-made ships that Thor had provided which were safely hidden in separate locations. In one afternoon, Sam and he both had easily mastered the flying of the vessels. Much smaller than the Asgard warships they were used to - they were quite capable of intergalactic flight and after a few modifications by Jack with the help of the Ancients data; the ships were now at least ten times faster than the original design.

Jack saw the irony in his situation and, even though it worked against him, he could still be darkly amused by it. Thor was their one contact to the world and he was suddenly incommunicado - and the million-dollar question was, why? His imagination was running rampant but he had no facts to work with so he clamped down on his out-of- control thoughts. He knew Thor had talked of bringing Freyr into the picture but did not know if this had been done.

So, without Thor they were pretty much cut off from everything and everyone without a clue as to what was happening on the outside. They had discussed this problem early on but had gambled that it would be okay. Remind me never to go to Vegas.' Jack muttered to himself.

He would give Thor another couple of hours and if he hadn't heard from him by then, then it was off to Plan B. Gotta love B... Jack thought.

Othalla - Freyr's office

In worry and despair Freyr shut down the report on his console that indicated nothing new on the hunt for their missing leader. Sworn to secrecy, every available council guard had been searching since it became apparent two days earlier that Supreme Leader Thor was nowhere to be found. Finding the bloodstains in his office, they had assumed the worse and now that indeed appeared to be the case.

Freyr had sensed for some time that Thor was under a tremendous strain. He had attributed it to many things, the main being the Ancients knowledge of the future that he had continued to hold in his mind. The guilt Freyr felt was tremendous. I should have confronted him - made him talk to me.' Even as he thought this, he knew that nothing would have made Thor open up to him until he had been ready to do so. Now Freyr had to wonder if the secret burden that Thor had been carrying was the cause his disappearance.

As he tiredly began shutting his console down he noticed something that had not been there earlier - a small file marker indicating urgency was displayed - the coding was set for his eyes-only'. Before opening, Freyr pressed controls to scan his office and initiate the security system that he rarely used. Only after verifying his office was clear did he then open the file marker.

A good time later he finally finished his perusal of the file, his worry for his friend and Leader was now even greater. The only reason the file had appeared was due to Thor's setting up a backup system so that if he did not log in within a certain length of time, the file would automatically transmit to Freyr.

He now knew what Thor had been hiding and the reason. His first reaction had been one of anger. Anger because Thor had not trusted him and then his logical mind understood that Thor had only been trying to protect him. He had also sensed the paranoia that Thor had been experiencing behind the words and he worried about his friend's state of mind. Now he only felt desperate to find his Leader and friend and save him if at all possible.

At that point he tried to map a plan of action following Thor's requested guidelines: The first command was to keep the O'Neill's location secret from all other Asgards. Next was for Freyr to initiate a communication with the O'Neill's as soon as possible after receiving the file. Then the very last order had been a surprise - even as he wanted their status to remain a secret from the Asgards, in the event that this file was triggered, Freyr was to travel to Earth in order to brief the SGC commander and the remaining SG-1 members fully regarding their status. The last order had been emphasized as the most important: For Freyr to continue to aid the O'Neill's in any way possible to ensure the safety of their child.

Freyr quickly worked, his energy level somewhat refreshed by the stimuli of discovery. He focused on Thor's distrust in his fellow Asgards and ordered a review of all Asgards who had arrived on the planet Othalla within the last three days.

He then initiated the link to contact the O'Neill's' but was unsuccessful in his attempt. After trying several times, he gave up. His worry increased - either his configurations were incorrect or -- and he knew that this was probably the reason -- something had happened to the O'Neill's.

Wearily Freyr hung his head - his blurry vision a sign that his energy level had only spiked and was now plummeting rapidly. Unfortunately, valuable time was going to have to be spent in rest. His last task before retiring was to contact the SGC and inform them that he wanted a meeting and to expect his arrival within the next four hours. With that, he secured his console, and made his way to his personal quarters for a much needed rest.

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SGC - Daniel Jackson's office

Becoming aware, Daniel cringed when he heard the pounding. "I'm buussyyyy," he yelled at the ceiling but obviously the person at the door did not care as the pounding continued. Stubbornly he closed his eyes and tried to focus again but all he could hear was the loud hammering and now yelling, "Dr. Jackson! Open this door at once!" General Landry's voice carried like a bellowing Bull Moose and demanded to be answered.

Heaving a sigh of frustration, Daniel got up off the floor where had been sitting cross-legged and blew out the dozen candles situated around him - a bad move as that left him in cave-like blackness and on the opposite side of the room from the light switch. "Damn! And I'm supposed to be a genius..." he muttered as he blindly bumped and sideswiped his way to the light source. Flipping the switch on before he then unlocked the door, flinging it open to almost receive the fist on his forehead instead of the door that had been there moments before.

"HEY!" Daniel yelled as he ducked away from the raised arm. "Dr Jackson. It's about damn time! We were getting ready to break our way in!"

Owlishly Daniel blinked at the sight of an enraged General, two SF's with arms un-holstered and Siler with a toolkit in apparent readiness to try and jimmy the lock.

"What? Why?" He questioned in confusion, his eyebrows lifting above his smudged glasses.

Dr. Jackson we've been trying to communicate with you for over three hours! Why wouldn't you respond?"

Wonderingly Daniel checked his watch and couldn't believe the time... three hours HAD passed and he remembered nothing - it was a complete blank. In his mind, it had been minutes...five at the most from the moment he had closed his eyes to summon Jack to the moment he became aware of the pounding on his office door. Puzzled he tried to remember and a stirring of something came back to tantalize him but then retreated before he could grasp it.

"Uhh... I... Uhh... actually..." Flustered Daniel stopped, pushing his glasses up, he finally met General Landry's eyes, "I've been trying to communicate with Jack... ya know... in the way that uhh... I... can do... sometimes..." His voice meandered off as he embarrassingly looked down at his feet.

"I thought I ordered you not to attempt that. I did this as General O'Neill also requested that you NOT do so. " The menace in the Generals' tone was obvious to everyone listening except for Daniel Jackson.

"Well, GENERAL... You didn't give me a good enough reason not to," Daniels' tone was all honeyed rationale as he unwisely continued, "Plus, I'm not actually IN the Military... sooo..." His voice dwindled to a stop as his survival instinct kicked in and with fascination he watched General Landry's face darken to an exotic shade of red.

As if waiting for Mt. St. Helen to blow, everyone in the room held their breath and braced their bodies for the volcanic explosion that seemed inevitable from the General. Yet when General Landry finally found his voice, he wielded it with the restraint that only comes with years of tested fortitude,

"I've heard enough from you Dr. Jackson. Even if you are NOT military - I am your boss and you WILL obey me. You want to know something Dr. Jackson? Before Jack passed command of the SGC over to me - during those turbulent, extremely busy days - he still set back time for one purpose. Do you have any idea what that purpose was?"

In the pause, Daniel wide-eyed, opened his mouth to answer, but was cut-off, as General Landry abruptly continued, "Rhetorical question. Doctor. Jack took the time to specifically counsel me on how to deal with you! ... At the time I was baffled that he would think that I, an Air Force General actually needed advice on how to deal with anyone - but you...you... let's just say... now I understand."

With that, he abruptly swiveled and moving swiftly he made for the door. Over his shoulder he boomed instructions, "Doctor Jackson do not leave the compound, and be ready to report to the briefing room in thirty minutes -- something's come up."

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Meeting Room - SGC

Forty minutes later, Daniel Jackson was the last to arrive as he entered the briefing room to take a seat next to Teal'c. Already there were assorted SG team leaders, and of course, Hank Landry at the head of the table his annoyance still plastered across his face.

"Sorry General. I got sidetracked. What's this meeting about?"

Before anyone could respond, Freyr arrived on a brilliant blaze of light, seated in his own Asgardian chair immediately opposite General Landry.

"Okay... question answered..." Daniel muttered softly.

General Landry spoke up saying formally, "Commander Freyr, everyone is now present - If you would like to begin."

Freyr's huge eyes moved around the room and then focused on Daniel, "Much has happened since we last met. I'm afraid that what I have to say can only be heard by a few." With deliberate intent, his gaze targeted the leaders of the other SG teams and once he had finished, he moved a crystal in his hand and in a flash of brilliant light their seats were vacated.

Stunned, General Landry could only stare for a moment. Before red color flooded his face - "Excuse me, but what did..."

Interrupting, Freyr's voice was remarkably animated, at least for an Asgard. "I assure you General Landry that they are perfectly safe, simply transported to my vessel. I apologize for my actions but we really need to proceed with the reason I am here."

"All you had to do was ask for them to leave the room!" Landry grumbled, but then sighed and added, "Well, if they are safe...continue."

Freyr wasted no time, "First off, Supreme Leader Thor is missing and all evidence supports that he was abducted violently from his office."

He paused and waited out the exclamations of shock and dismay sounded from all around the table. He then quietly continued, "This happened the day of our last meeting. I am certain that his abduction is connected with the plight of the O'Neill's."

Daniel reeling from shock simply nodded his agreement. His usually nimble mind was trying to recover and formulate the implications.

Freyr continued on, "I also have news regarding the O'Neill's that I need to share. As far as I am aware they are well and inhabiting a planet called Heliopolis'. It was indicated to me that the SGC would know this location."

"Oh Thank God. Yes. Yes. The planet where we found Ernest." Daniel's rushed words were full of relief at the news.

"How did you discover their whereabouts?" Teal'c questioned which abruptly brought everyone's attention back to Freyr.

Freyr then explained fully the discovery of Thor's timed file and the secrecy that he had instructed Freyr to continue. This left all in the room quiet as they considered the implications of Thor's bizarre actions.

General Landry spoke first, "Why would Thor feel so distrustful of his fellow Asgards?"

Freyr, his stoic face finally showing some small concern answered, "I feel it has to do with the Ancient knowledge he still carried in his mind. I believe it is making him ill."

Teal'c spoke up, his deep voice thoughtful; "The O'Neill's may be in very grave danger if indeed Thor's abductors are the ones responsible for the bounty."

In a rush, Daniel's words spewed, his voice frantic, "We must get to them. There's no time to waste."

General Landry spoke up, "Commander Freyr, have you communicated with Jack or Sam?"

Freyr studied the General for a long moment before speaking, "I have not. The transmission protocol that Supreme Leader Thor gave me has had unsuccessful results."

Silence enveloped the room - finally General Landry spoke, "So, we really don't know for a fact that the O'Neill's' are safe - just that they were safe the last time Thor communicated with them. And since then, the only one who knew their location has been violently abducted."

Freyr's huge eyes slowly blinked as he then nodded the affirmative. "Correct in all that you say General Landry, yet, I do not believe that Supreme Leader Thor would reveal their location -- even under duress. He is very much devoted to their welfare."

Daniel abruptly leaned forward, his brow furrowed, "I agree with Freyr and I've been thinking about their location. If you recall, about this time every year a storm occurs. This storm is quite severe and could be affecting the communication devices. Possibly it's just a case of waiting for it to blow over."

Freyr responded, "I was not aware of this storm. The answer could easily be that this is the situation."

Daniel again nodded animatedly, his excitement apparent. "In the scheme of things, it is not that far from Earth - one of your ships could get us there within a day."

Freyr stared at the scientist before finally speaking, "Yes. But is that what we should do? I believe the first step is locating Supreme Leader Thor."

Daniel pulled back, astounded that he had already pushed Thor's disappearance out of his mind. How could I be that callous? He wondered as his conscience kicked in. Before Daniel could say answer, Teal'c spoke again, "General O'Neill may prove an invaluable aid in locating Thor."

Daniel hastily nodded his agreement and felt his transgression had been assuaged a bit as possibly subconsciously this had been his own reasoning for getting to Jack first.

Freyr silently gazed around the group, his thoughts unreadable in the blank emotionless face that housed the cloned soul of the Asgard. Finally he spoke, "I defer to you. We will first travel to the O'Neill's location. My ship is at your disposal. I suggest we do this as soon as possible."

General Landry nodded heavily. "You beamed out the folks that I trust to accompany Teal'c and Dr. Jackson ... do you suppose you can bring them back in?"

Freyr shook his head as he quietly retorted, "I must insist on the least number of participants."

"Very well, Teal'c. Dr. Jackson. Prepare to leave in an hour." Landry's voice held the unmistakable wistfulness of someone who was getting left behind and hated the idea.

Freyr spoke once gain, "None of use knows the nature of our enemy - so we must be open to all possibilities."

Teal'c inclined his head in agreement and rose to make preparations. Daniel too, nodded and rose to leave when it hit him - a flooding heat flooded his entire body along with a sense of urgency that seared through him. Flinging his arms out, he physically staggered as he struggled with the sensation.

Feeling as if nails were puncturing his nerve endings he shuddered in pain. His vision dimmed and then almost simultaneously an image pulsed into being inside his head - stark and compelling. He must have made some sound as in a flash; Teal'c was at his side supporting him as he questioned, "Are you unwell DanielJackson?"

Daniel tried to speak but all he saw was the image that would haunt him for a long time to come. Struggling to straighten, he didn't realize the scary spectacle he presented -- his face constricted in abject horror, his eyes wild and frantic.

"DR JACKSON! Someone call the infirmary and get Dr. Lam up here." General Landry moved swiftly around the table, all the while issuing out necessary orders.

Teal'c helped Daniel back into his chair. Concern etched his usually stoic face as he watched his friend struggle to collect himself. Freyr also watched quietly, waiting to understand what had just occurred.

"I don't really know... I had a vision ... a...a... horrible feeling... Oh God... Teal'c!" Daniel stammered looking from Teal'c to Landry, his face twisting in pain.

"It's all right, Son, just take it easy." Landry's fatherly inclination coming to the front while he gripped the younger mans' shoulder. In his career he had witnessed combat shock plenty of times to know that what he was witnessing now was something in the same vein.

Daniels' pale face turned to Freyr his eyes full of pain, "If we don't leave soon it'll be too late."

"What did you experience DanielJackson?" Teal'c asked quietly.

"It was Jon...I saw him so clearly...he was all alone and covered in blood."