AN: So, yeah. Not much time to write next week, either, busy busy at work. Another pair of chapters, because this is another short one and I thought wholly unsatisfying when taken on its own. Also, things are starting to pick up, so hopefully it will come a bit faster to me. Because unfortunately my muse likes to focus on the more exciting bits, so I'm thinking about later in the story... or the next one, or the one after that. Makes it a bit challenging to actually GET there.

"What do we know about these people?" Hammond asked. Sam sat at the briefing table, only glad that she was finally out of the infirmary. Janet still wasn't ready to let her leave the base entirely, but she'd take whatever she could get. For now.

They had waited until then to hold the formal briefing.

"Practically nothing," Daniel said.

"We didn't learn much until it all went pear-shaped," Jack added. "Actually, we didn't learn anything UNTIL it went pear-shaped. Still... practically nothing."

"Talquin spoke of 'Believers'. It would appear that some of the people still believe in the Goa'uld while the others hold them only as myth." Teal'c received an approving nod from the general. Unlike Jack or Daniel, he had actually answered the question.

Daniel continued the thought. "They believed that we were part of the 'Believers'. That we were just pretending to be from another planet to start an uprising."

"What can you add, major?" Hammond said.

"Not much, sir," Sam replied with a shake of her head. "Talquin took me to a medical area. I saw some monitoring equipment, but couldn't figure out what everything was for. Another man came in and injected me. Then the others were waking me up."

The ensuing events she could only recall in minor detail. The others went on to describe how they took her out of the facility through the darkened alleys, breaking for the safety of the treeline. And from there made for the valley with the stargate.

Sam thought she remembered puking then, but it was all too disjointed to be sure of anything. No one mentioned it, so it must not have happened. It wasn't the sort of detail that they would gloss over. And yet it was the only thing she remembered with any real clarity.

"What's your assessment?" Hammond asked. Sam's head snapped up as she realized they had continued the conversation without her.

"Going back will only bring us more trouble," Jack said.

"Their response to us shows they must be using similar tactics against their own people," Daniel argued.

"No, it doesn't," Jack countered heavily. He, and everyone else in the room, knew that the two were about to go at it. This was just the area where their beliefs tended to diverge the most.

Petulance. "You can't say that."

"What I can say is, it's not our problem."

"The least we could do is learn more," Daniel insisted.

"To what end?" Jack asked. "A, they oppress their own people and they hate us. Or, B, they all live together in some hippie love fest and, guess what, they STILL hate us."

"Jack..."

"Daniel, we are not some intergalactic A-Team!"

"Jack!" Daniel started again.

Jack quickly butted back in. "First off, I'm not a big fan of cigars. Second, Teal'c LOVES to fly. And, Danny, I hate to say it, but you've never been very good with disguises."

There was silence as everyone simply absorbed the arguments. True, maybe, but entirely irrelevant to the argument at hand.

"Enough," Hammond said. His voice was normal, but his tone was a very clear 'shut up' to all parties. "Doctor Jackson, you are already well aware of our policy on such matters. And there was nothing in any of your descriptions to suggest that there is any tangible benefit to further contact with this planet."

Jack gave a smug look of satisfaction. Daniel was only just biting back further arguments, knowing that the general was in no mood and Jack wasn't going to listen anyway. Sam wiped a hand across her face wearily, a fresh headache beginning to form.

This wasn't just going to go away, she knew.