A/N: I'm so sorry for the week-long wait. It's going to be a great school year, but posting may have to wait for weekends. I'll do my best.

SGCSGC

"Chevron one is encoded," Walter said. He looked around.

O'Neill had his hands locked onto one of the back of one of the chairs, hoping, praying that the UAV would pick up on Carter and Teal'c's presence.

"Chevron two encoded."

Daniel bit his lip. He didn't know what had happened, but he was sure that they had to be on that planet. He hoped they were safe. God, he hoped they were safe.

He shook himself from his thoughts as the wormhole opened.

"UAV ready for launch."

"Do it," General Hammond ordered.

The small plane took off into the even-horizon, leaving plumes of exhaust behind.

"The UAV is over the planet, sir."

"Broadcast a message, and see if Carter or Teal'c replies," O'Neill said.

Walter opened a channel, and Hammond leaned toward the microphone.

"Major Carter, Teal'c, this is General Hammond. If you receive this message, please respond."

For several minutes, there was nothing. Then, just as they were about to try again, the speakers crackled.

"This is Habrin of the Yetri. We received your message. We do not know of Major Carter or Teal'c, but would be willing to aid your search, providing you have no ill intentions."

O'Neill and Daniel exchanged shocked glances with General Hammond.

Hammond leaned toward the microphone again. "We mean you no harm. This is General Hammond of Stargate Command. We would like to send a few people through the gate to meet you."

Habrin's voice responded immediately. "That is acceptable. However, we ask that you do not bring weapons with you, as we are a peaceful people."

"I'm afraid we can't do that. We know nothing of you and your people, and must keep safety as a top priority. We mean you no harm."

Habrin sighed. "Very well. Send your people. We will meet them near the Stargate."

The transmission cut off, and the people in the control room looked at each other.

Hammond straightened. "Colonel, I want you and Doctor Jackson to go with SG-2. Meet these… Yetri and find out what they know. Get to know them a little. You have twenty-four hours to report back."

O'Neill saluted. "Yes, sir."

SGCSGC

As the team stepped onto P3X-997, O'Neill saw a small contingent of strange-looking people. Their skin was luminescent, reflection light and seeming to glisten wetly. Their hair also seemed wet, but floated on the breeze as dry hair did. They were extraordinarily tall, at least seven feet each. They were unarmed. At the sight of heavily armed soldiers, some of them seemed to shrink back uneasily. One stepped forward.

"I am Habrin, leader of the Yetri. Welcome to Arayea, our home."

Daniel stepped forward also. "Hello. My name is Daniel Jackson. This is Colonel O'Neill. We're here to search for our teammates. They disappeared a few hours ago."

Habrin nodded. "Major Carter and Teal'c. Unfortunately, we have seen no one who is not Yetri. Where did they disappear?"

O'Neill stood beside Daniel. "We can show you, if you want."

Habrin smiled. "Please. Lead the way."

O'Neill took the lead, while Daniel fell into step beside Habrin.

They walked in silence for a while, before Daniel cleared his throat uncertainly. "So, um. I don't know anything about the Yetri. Can you, maybe, tell me about your culture?"

Habrin's smile grew. "Of course, Daniel. We evolved on this planet, Arayea. We are a forest-dwelling people. We are also a very peaceful people. Our ways are much like those of the Nox, though we cannot bring our dead back to life."

Daniel's eyes widened. "You know about the Nox?"

Habrin grinned at Daniel's shocked expression. "Of course. We are a very advanced people, but we will not use our technology to harm. We eat nothing but plant-derived foods. We will not kill another being. To do so is to flout the highest law."

Daniel blinked. "What is that law?"

"Harm none."

SGCSGC

O'Neill came to a halt. "Here we are. This is their last known position."

Habrin groaned. "I believe I know what happened to them."

Daniel whirled to face him. "What?"

"One of our scientists was walking here for inspiration. He does that quite often. He dropped his most recent project and couldn't find it. It was a device to transport people to alternate realities."

O'Neill dropped to sit on a log. "Oh, crap."

Daniel leaned into a tree. "Yeah. Crap."