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The trip to ptegu was uneventful. Except that it gave Roslyn too much time to think. And the more she thought the more emotional she became. She was replaying the events from last night over and over in her mind. She didn't know how to put perspective on any of it. She knew she was well past falling in love with Calvorn and Oshra, but what would happen when they found a host for Mianash? She just couldn't see any way that they would be together once that happened. There was no way that she could compete with that. The relationship between Oshra and Mianash was a bond she couldn't even begin to comprehend. And it was breaking her heart to think about it.

Then there was the morning's revelation about Jack's feelings for Daniel. She hoped Daniel knew, hoped that Jack let Daniel see what she saw that morning because he deserved to be loved like that. She thought back to times from college when neither of them had anyone that cared about them. They would hold each other through the loneliness and the tears and the heartbreak and tell each other that someday somebody would love them. She hoped he knew, hoped he wasn't alone anymore. And that his someday had arrived.

Everything was just a little overwhelming. She wasn't by nature an emotional person but everything had just come so quickly at her over the past couple of days that she couldn't get a handle on it.

She didn't realize that anyone noticed her introspection until Daniel made his way over to her during one of the rest breaks the group took.

"Hi." He said as he sat next to her on a dune overlooking the desert.

She flashed him a wane little smile then went back to looking out, "Hi."

"I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you yesterday, how did everything go?" he asked.

She answered without much enthusiasm, "Great. The children loved seeing the scrapbook of Earth pictures I made and they loved the marbles I gave them as a treat. Vtene and the rest of the women made me and Sam very welcome. But I didn't find out anything useful about ptegu, unfortunately."

"Neither did I, don't feel bad."

When she didn't reply and just kept staring out at the blowing sand Daniel asked, "Ros, is everything okay? You seem really quiet today. Is the fieldwork not what you expected?"

"It's not the mission. I'm just trying to get some perspective on something else."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I can't right now Daniel. I just can't. Not without crying. And I really don't want to cry in front of everyone."

"Just answer me this, is it Calvorn?" Daniel's ire was prickled.

"Yes. No. It's just complicated. And I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I just need to process it all and figure it out."

He could see that she was really struggling with whatever it was and went to put his arm around her in support but she shied away, "Please don't Daniel. I'm trying to hold it together."

"You're in love with him." He said matter-of-factly.

"Daniel, please don't go there."

"But that's a good thing, Ros."

"It's more complicated than just that, Daniel. And I really, really don't want to talk about it right now okay? Please?"

"Okay. But when we get back to camp tonight you and I have a date to talk this out."

She nodded and hastily wiped her cheek where a tear had escaped. She stood up and walked away from Daniel and went to stand alone on another dune.

Jack had been observing Daniel and Roslyn and was concerned to see the hurt and worried expression on Daniel's face as Roslyn walked away from him. The list of people that Daniel truly cared about was short and right now, walking away from him was one of them. Jack made his way over to stand next to Daniel. "Everything okay, Danny?"

"No. Something's really bothering her, Jack. She's crying." He said softly.

"That bastard. Where is he?"

"Relax, Jack. I don't think it's anything Calvorn said or did. She promised to talk to me later tonight and tell me what's wrong."

"So I shouldn't kill him yet? Is that what you're saying?"

Daniel smiled at the "yet" which was exactly what Jack was aiming to get.

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They reached the formation and Jack split them up to recon. Sam went with Calvorn and Jacob, and he sent Teal'c with Daniel. Jack put himself with Roslyn, hoping that he could tease her into a better mood, plus she was new to working in the field and he wanted to keep an eye on her himself.

The base of the rock formation was over a mile in diameter. As he and Roslyn made their way in a westerly direction looking for anything of interest Jack tried to get Roslyn into a conversation, "So what where you showing the kids last night?"

She smiled, remembering how excited they had been to see the scrapbook. "Back home when I traveled the children always wanted to know what my home looked like. I figured it wouldn't be any different here, so I took my camera and took some pictures of my cabin and the mountains around it. Nothing technical, just personal stuff, like what my bed looks like and my favorite cushy chair, my hiking boots, stuff like that."

Jack realized suddenly that he knew almost nothing about her. She had been at the SGC for two years and he didn't know anything about her personally. That bothered him, especially knowing how close she and Daniel are. "You have a cabin?" he asked a bit skeptically, somehow he just couldn't picture her in a cabin. A loft apartment like Daniel's yes, a cabin in the woods, no.

"Yeah. When I first got to the Springs I tried living in town and hated it. So I hunted and found this great little three room cabin about an hour away from the base. It's quiet out there."

"You live in a cabin?" he asked again still not believing.

Roslyn stopped walking to look at him with a smirk, "Did you hit your head or something? Didn't I just say that?"

"I just can't picture you in the woods."

She slipped her pack off her back and made quick work out of pulling out the scrapbook. "Here, look for yourself."

He flipped through the pages and found a whole side of her that he would bet most people didn't know. The cabin was a snug, well constructed log home. As he went from photo to photo Jack noticed that the cabin was almost severe in its simplicity. She had very few decorations and none of the artifacts lying around that he had expected to see.

She grinned at his puzzled expression, "You were expecting to see Daniel's apartment weren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I was. You don't collect…" he gestured vaguely, "…stuff?"

She actually chuckled at that, "No. Daniel is a much more tactile person than I am. He likes things he can touch and see and feel. It's how he does what he does. Me? I process information and store it away. I just don't need the physical reminders like he does."

Jack grinned; he knew full well just how tactile Daniel was and appreciated every minute of it.

He stopped on the last photo; it was of a well-used backpack and a pair of broken-in hiking boots.

Seeing which photo he was looking at she grinned again, "I suppose Daniel never told you that I'm an avid backpacker?" At the shake of his head she told him, "I've completed the Appalachian Trail twice and I've backpacked my way through almost two dozen other countries."

"I wondered why you didn't complain about carrying a pack, every other civilian whines about it. Now if you tell me you fish, drink beer, and play with guns you'd just be the perfect woman."

"Sorry. Not so much into beer, and I'm a pacifist so the guns are out, but I do like to fish. I just hate cleaning what I catch."

Jack laughed and handed her back the scrapbook. "Learn something new everyday."

She stowed away the book and they continued on their recon. They were about to go around an abutting part of the rock wall when something made the hairs on the back of Jack's neck stand up. He pushed Roslyn into a sheltered area and took the safety off his weapon. In the space of a heartbeat Jack and Roslyn were surrounded by a dozen men in tribal robes pointing weapons at them.

Knowing he was vastly outnumbered Jack lowered his weapon and put his hands in the air with Roslyn following suit.

A robed figured stepped to the front of their captors and with a flourish pushed the hood of his cloak down and treated Roslyn and Jack to the sight of his glowing eyes.

"Oh fer crying out loud. Can we can the melodrama?" Jack taunted.

The Gou'ald's resonant voice replied with a sneer, "O'Neill. You will win me much favor with my Lord Apophis."

"Yeah well, forgive me if I don't say I'm happy for you."

At the flick of the Gou'ald's wrist Jack was hit with a blast from a zat. He lay writhing on the ground and Roslyn rushed to help him. She was grabbed by two of the tribesmen and brought to face their leader.

She shivered in revulsion as the Gou'ald stroked her cheek, "Who are you?"

"Roslyn Sanfield."

"What is your function with the Tau'ri?"

She glanced down at Jack only to have the Gou'ald grip her chin painfully and bring her focus back to him. "Ow. I am a peaceful explorer."

Her statement seemed to infuriate him, "Lies. I will know why you are here."

He barked to the tribesmen, "Bring them."

Jack was hauled to his feet and dragged between two guards, while Roslyn was manhandled by one enormous tribesman. The group trudged out into the desert with the wind erasing all evidence of their passage.

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