"Damn it, Jack!"

I yelled as I jerked to a stop.

We were in the process of escaping from the local snake. Getting out was going to be hard; there were lots of really mad Jaffa. All of us had been 'interrogated.' So, we all struggled to get out of this lonely palace, protecting our strength. Playing 'hide 'n seek' with our lives and two miles of heavy woods stood between SG-1 and the Gate.

The strange part of being here was how we got here.

Kidnapped.

All of SG-1. Right out of the SGC.

By an Asgard no less.

No weapons.

We were in civilian dress, on our way home to relax.

No explanation. We couldn't even hazard a guess.

By some miracle, Jack killed the snake giving us the opportunity to run for it. Teal'c had to drag him from the throne room. He was bleeding badly from a knife blow that glanced off his ribs. Though, the ribbon-ing he took was why he was so wobbly.

Teal'c wasn't able to hold onto Jack, he bucked, kicked and yelled like a mad man shocking our Jaffa friend into releasing him.

I rushed back to help and saw Jack stagger to the body of the Goa’uld. He rummaged in the former god's clothing. He was looking for something. I slid to a halt on my knees beside him.

"Need some help Jack?" My tone reminiscent of him at his worst.

"No, get the hell out while you can Daniel, I'll be right behind you."

I didn't get a chance to reply, with a grunt of relief Jack found what he was looking for.

He held up his -- wallet?

I couldn't speak from the shock. Jack must have been injured more badly than I thought.

Teal'c, who had followed our leader, displayed a puzzled look. My eyes met his in mutual concern for our friend. As one we each grabbed an arm and pulled Jack from the floor.

Jack didn't speak during our desperate run for the gate. I think he was too busy breathing. I could feel him becoming heavier by the minute as his damaged body began to give up the fight.

Suddenly we were there.

At the Gate.

We had no GDO.

Sam dialed the address for the Land of Light.

No sooner did the wormhole stabilize than we all pulled the nearly comatose Jack through to collapse on the dark, damp stone on the other side.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

All that could be heard was our frantic breathing.

I felt Jack's arm move, glancing over I saw he had that wallet in his hand.

"Damn it Jack, you could have gotten us killed. You can always replace a wallet."

His head turned so he could see me, a tear slid down the side of this face.

"I know Danny, but I had to have it back."

"What could possible be so important," I said in a softer voice, startled by his demeanor.

In answer, he opened the wallet; it was an old fashion one. With the little folded snapped coin pocket inside. He opened that flat little pocket and pulled out a snippet of fine blond hair bound with a thin blue ribbon. He held it up to the light and sighed.

"Charlie's first haircut."