A/N: I'm back!!! Sorry about the VERY long time between updates. It just so happens that the USB stick I had saved almost the entire story on decided to go for a walk without me and I didn't have the heart (or the memory) to rewrite all the lost chapters. However, needless to say, I found it, and can finally continue to update this story. sighs in relief

Just in case you've lost the train of thought on this story, here is a small piece from the last chapter.

Sam attempted to set up camp while Teal'c and Jack moved Daniel off the path and into his swag. When they had finally put him down to rest, they realised Carter had fallen asleep on top of her own half-pitched swag and was drooling slightly. Jack smiled and rolled her off it. Teal'c set up his and O'Neill's swags while Jack properly assembled Carter's. He scooped her up in his arms and put her safely into bed. She moaned lightly as he moved her and he had to stop himself from grinning too wildly. Carter was cute when she drooled.

Barely able to stand up again after putting Carter into her swag, Jack staggered over to the one Teal'c had set up for him. He collapsed into it, checking on Teal'c for a moment before finally succumbing to the sweetness of sleep.

"Ah crap," Jack swore, as he woke up to an enormous headache.

"Jack?" called Daniel, from inside his swag. Jack sniggered. Daniel hadn't stayed awake long enough to realise what had happened. "What's going on?"

Jack sniggered again. His head swam. "Urgh," he groaned, getting up and out of swag. Teal'c was already awake and kel'no'reeming under a large tree.

"You ok, T?" Jack asked, and immediately wished he hadn't. His head began to throb. By now Daniel was out of swag and nursing his own head.

"Did I miss something?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," Jack replied. "Seems going around the poppies didn't really help."

"Oh," Daniel grunted. "Where's Sam?"

Jack shrugged. "Still sleeping?" he guessed, smiling slightly as he thought of her drooling the night before.

"What?" asked Daniel at Jack's goofy face, clearly grumpy that he had fallen asleep before the others.

"Nothing," Jack replied, trying to wipe the smile off his face. He looked over to Carter's swag for reassurance. It was open.

"Teal'c," Jack beckoned. He winced. Damn headache. "You seen Carter?"

Teal'c opened his eyes and approached the other two men. "Indeed," he said. "She left several minutes ago to determine the manner by which we were drugged," he said, gesturing down the hill behind her swag. Jack shrugged in reply.

"Carter," he called. "Ca-a-arter!"

No reply.

"Great," he grumbled, carefully making his way down the hill. It was fairly unstable and he almost had to crawl on all fours to stop him from falling. About half way down, he noticed a mass of green sprawled on the ground and squinted. It was Carter.

"Crap," he said, throwing all caution to the wind. He skidded down the hill, dust flying out behind him and hurried to her side. She was unconscious.

He checked her pulse roughly. There was a strong beat. He sighed in relief. In her hand she held a vial full of yellowish dust. Jack looked back toward the hill at the large dust cloud he had created and decided to hold his breath. It seemed Carter had found the sleeping drug. He picked her up, absent mindedly checking for drool. There was none. He frowned and threw her over his shoulder. There was no way he could make it back up that hill with her cradled in his arms like that.

Making sure to hold his breath, Jack made it back up the hill, laying Sam down on the ground.

"Sam," Daniel called after her, racing towards them. "Is she ok?" he asked. Jack nodded, taking the vial out of her hand.

"A bit battered," Jack answered, brushing her hair out of her face. "I think she fell asleep half way down the hill," he said, handing Daniel the vial. "She could at least have waited till she got to the bottom."

Daniel looked at the vial through the bottoms of his glasses. "This is the stuff that made us fall asleep?" he asked. Jack nodded.

"Must be," he said. "I'll clean her up." Jack got his pack and took out his first aid kit. He cleaned the grazes on Sam's face from where she had hit rocks on her way down the hill.

"How long will she be out for?" Daniel asked, still studying the vial.

"Who knows?" Jack answered, patching up the last of her cuts.

"O'Neill," came Teal'c's booming voice from behind them. "We must continue."

"He's right," said Daniel. "The longer we stay here, the more likely we'll fall asleep again."

Jack nodded. "Teal'c," he said. "Would you do the honours?" Teal'c nodded and bent down next to him to pick up Sam. He put her over his shoulder and nodded to Jack. Daniel hastily packed up camp and within a few minutes the team were on their way once more.

"I think we should try the poppy field," Daniel said.

"What don't you understand about no?" Jack asked.

"I am in agreement with Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c with a bow of his head. "If we are to stay on our current path we are more than likely to be drugged again. The path through the poppies is faster."

Jack shrugged. "Ok," he said, and led the way towards the field of poppies. "But if I fall asleep…"

The journey through the poppy field was surprisingly pleasant. Though Sam had still not woken, the others marched through the fields, admiring the sight.

"You know, I always liked poppies," Jack said.

"Very historically significant," agreed Daniel. "They've been used as a symbol of remembrance by the countries in the Commonwealth since the end of the First World War to mark the deaths of the soldiers that died in Flander's…"

"Daniel!" interrupted Jack.

Daniel huffed. "Hey," he said. "We're not falling asleep."

"Indeed," said Teal'c.

Daniel grinned. "I was right!" he said,

"Watch it!" Jack snarled.

"What?" asked Daniel. "I was! Whoever created the field obviously meant it to be a red herring. They expected us to go around it, when really we should have gone through it."

"Lucky them," Jack mocked.

A soft groan sounded behind them.

"O'Neill," Teal'c called. "Colonel Carter is stirring." He placed Sam on the bed of poppies.

"Sir," she mumbled, her eyes not yet open.

"Hey Carter," Jack said softly. Sam winced.

"Oh, God…headache," she muttered, opening her eyes slightly. Her vision was blurred and her head was pounding, but she could definitely see the faces of her three companions. She mustered a small smile.

"How long have I been out?" she murmured, trying to stand up. She looked around her and saw a sea of poppies, a great blur of red. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Stay down there for a minute, Carter," Jack said, his gravely voice calming Sam down a little.

"What's with the…poppies?" she asked.

"Daniel Jackson suggested we change course, to speed the journey," Teal'c said.

"Yeah, apparently, whoever made this Oz thought we would avoid the poppies and instead laced the surrounding path with the sleeping drug," Daniel said, excitedly. "They obviously wanted our experience to be as similar to Dorothy's as possible."

"Yeah, or they thought it would be funny to screw us around," Jack said.

Sam tried to laugh, but her head was aching. She grimaced. "It wasn't this bad before," she wheezed, closing her eyes again.

"There was a lot of yellow stuff on that hill," Jack explained. "I think you might have OD'd."

"Hill?"

"You went for a little field trip this morning," said Jack.

"Do you remember?" Daniel asked.

Sam shook her head. "I woke up. Teal'c was kel'no'reeming. That's it."

The three SG-1 males looked at each other with concern. Memory loss was never a good sign.

"During our conversation, you mentioned your desire to locate the substance which caused our unconsciousness," said Teal'c. Sam nodded. "You then proceeded to journey down the hill with your pack."

Sam nodded again. "Mmm," she said, "I remember."

"Can you get up?" Jack asked. Sam shrugged and tried to sit up. The world around her swam but she able to sit up properly without too much nausea. Jack offered his hand and she took it gratefully, swaying a little as he helped her to her feet.

"Nothing like a hangover without getting drunk first, eh Carter?" he said, grinning.

Sam merely grunted in response.

Now that all four members of SG-1 were finally conscious, they could continue their journey to the Emerald City. Sam was still very pale, but she tried to keep up with the others, determined not to fall behind. Every now and then Jack would complain about his knees and demand that they take a rest. Sam knew he was only complaining to give her a chance to catch up and regain her bearings, for which she was very grateful. She was determined not to appear any weaker than the rest of her team.

"Give me a hand up?" asked Jack at one resting stop, when Sam was looking particularly green.

"Yes sir," she said and gave him her hand. Jack took it but got up of his own accord, using it as an excuse to keep hold of her to stop her swaying. She was beginning to get nauseas again. Knowing full well what he was doing, Sam turned her head towards his and smiled at him, appreciatively. Realising how close their faces had become, she shuddered slightly. Jack felt her quiver under his touch and let go of her hand and waist, watching her as she went faintly red with embarrassment. At least she wasn't green anymore.

Teal'c and Daniel seemed not to have noticed the moment; both were preoccupied with other things. Daniel was drinking out of his canteen and Teal'c was wandering aimlessly through the fields, his back towards them. Maybe he had noticed after all.

Once they had reached the end of the poppy fields, SG-1 were shocked to find that the gates to the Emerald City were nowhere in site. Beyond the large field there was another forest, this one darker than the last.

"You've got to be kidding," Jack cried.

"No sir," Carter sighed, taking out her compass. "We're still going in the right direction."

"It makes no sense," quipped Daniel. "The Emerald City was just beyond the poppy fields in the movie."

"Perhaps we are at a disadvantage due to the lack of interaction with good witches from the north," Teal'c suggested.

Not for the first time, the rest of the team shared a look. Was that Jaffa humour?

"Well campers, best foot forward," Jack said, his voiced laced with fake enthusiasm.

"Getting tired of Oz, sir?" Sam asked.

"Just tired of walking," he replied.

"At least there's no more yellow," Daniel said as they traipsed through the forest, occasionally fighting through, or in Daniel's case, getting hit by stray branches and spider webs.

"Indeed," said Teal'c, his voice conveying his newfound distaste for the colour.

"Shouldn't be too much further," Sam said, cutting back a branch. Her nausea was finally dissipating.

"Ah, son of a…"

"General?" asked Sam, looking behind her. Jack had just been hit by a large branch that Sam had pushed out of her way.

"Nice work, Carter," he said, holding his nose. In any other case, Sam would have been concerned. Now however, whether due to the drug or maybe just the ridiculousness of their whole situation, she laughed. Jack looked at her, stunned, but couldn't help joining her. By now, Daniel had turned around and was practically wetting himself with laughter. Even Teal'c gave a good Jaffa roar.

Their laughter seemed to ease the growing tension considerably. All four companions were concerned about the Wizard and the danger they could be in, as well as growing weary of the tiresome journey and the effects of the sleeping drug. It was a very cathartic moment as they remembered how absurd this whole mission was. They laughed harder.

Then Sam stopped.

"Did you hear that?" she asked. The laughter died down.

"Hear what?" Jack asked, still holding his nose.

"I swear I just heard…" Sam trailed off. In the distance she could hear the sound of metal on metal.

"There it is again," she said. The eerily familiar sound was coming closer.

Daniel's face widened with realisation. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is."

SG-1 looked around them, each taking a different direction, weapons at the ready.

"Oh my god," Sam whispered, as hundreds of replicators descended towards them.

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