Title: Beaches that go on forever

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Nothing Specific.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own SG-1

Summary: Jack and Sam get stranded alone on a Tropical planet. Now they just have to survive until they are rescued. Replaces episode '100 days'.

"Good morning campers." Jack said, with a grin as he woke his team. "It is a beautiful day."

Sam and Daniel groaned in their sleeping bags, while Teal'c came out of his Kel'no'reem. The team was currently on the most idyllic planet they had even been on, and more importantly this was a planet that was not on the Abydos Cartouche. It was a tropical planet, with a collection of islands in the general vicinity of the Stargate, with the Gate itself being on one of the larger islands, located on a clearing near a cliff that overlooks the deep blue ocean. It had long, pristine beaches along the coastline, interspersed with a few cliffs. The interior of most of the islands were tropical rainforest, with most of the islands having a peak in the centre from the ancient dormant volcanos that had formed the islands. It was the morning of the second day of their week long survey of the planet. The previous day they had done a preliminary look around the island the Stargate was on and had discovered that apart from the Stargate there were no sings of civilisation. They had discovered that there was abundant marine life in the large bay near where they had set up their camp and they had discovered the tracks of several larger animals that seemed to be about the size of a large Boar.

"What time is it, Sir?" Sam asked.

"Just after sunrise." Jack replied. "About oh eight thirty back on base. We need to check in with Hammond in about an hour."

The team quickly got ready and made the short hike to the small clearing where the Stargate was. At the scheduled time, Daniel dialled the gate and the team gathered in front of the camera on the MALP.

"Serra Golf Niner, this is Sierra Golf One Niner. Over." Jack said into the radio.

"Colonel, we read you." General Hammond replied. "I'm afraid I am going to have to pull SG-1 out."

"General, we have just gotten here." Sam said. "We have not had time to perform any tests."

"I understand that Major, but there have been some developments." Hammond replied. "SG-5 has discovered some ruins that Doctor Wallace needs some assistance from Doctor Jackson with a translation on P4S-996. He seems to think it may be a variation of Ancient and has something to do with a weapons system. Also SG-8 has made contact with an entire battalion of Jaffa on P9X-224 who are considering joining the Rebel Jaffa movement, but they will only negotiate with Teal'c. Given these circumstances, I need SG-1 to deal with this."

"General, it seems that only Daniel and T are required. The Goa'uld have no idea about this place, so there should be no issue in Major Carter and myself staying." Jack replied.

"Sir, these islands seem to be ancient volcanos. That means there could be huge deposits of strategic metals or gemstones. If we can find enough of the right kind of gemstones, Sir, I believe it is possible for us to fabricate the crystals used in Goa'uld ships, so we could potentially repair any damaged Alkesh or Ha'tak's we find." Sam added.

There was a pause for a minute while General Hammond considered Jack and Sam's request.

"Very well." Hammond replied. "Doctor Jackson, Teal'c, gather your gear and return through the Gate within the hour. Colonel, Major, continue your survey."

"Yes, General." Jack replied.

An hour later Jack and Sam were watching the Gate shut down behind Teal'c and Daniel.

"So, Sir, why did you really want to stay here?" Sam asked once the wormhole disengaged.

"What are you kidding?" Jack replied. "The fishing here is going to be so sweet."

Sam just shook her head and smiled at the antics of her CO.

Two days had passed since Daniel and Teal'c had returned through the Gate and, despite his assertions to Carter, Jack had not done very much fishing. Ok, he had done some but only in the late afternoon after their work for the day had finished. During the daytime they were both moving all over the main Island, Jack exploring for cave systems, defensive locations and making a general topographical survey so he knew the lay of the land in case of an emergency, while Sam was setting up various climatic observation stations and performing mineral analysis at various locations around the island. In the evenings they would sit on the beach and watch the sun set over the ocean as they ate their MRE rations.

Out of necessity, they had done away with the standard outer jacket that they usually wore off-world. They kept the BDU's long pants but Sam was wearing only a tank-top while Jack wore a t-shirt. Even so they still were often covered in sweat. On the beaches during the day it got over 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit), and while the interior forests were a much cooler 27 degrees (80.6 Fahrenheit) they also had extremely high humidity of about 90%. Even modifying their uniforms to better suit the environment, the pair were still drinking several litres of water a day, mostly taken from one of several small, fresh water streams that littered the islands. Testing of the streams was the first series of tests that Sam had done, and she had determined that there were no bacteria or contaminants in the water. It was probably purer than almost any natural or domestic water source on earth outside of sterilised water used in laboratories.

Jack and Sam emerged onto the beach, about forty metres apart. Sam made her way towards Jack as he was closer to their camp, which was about a half a kilometre further down the beach. Just as Sam reached Jack, there was a crash of thunder, and the sky quickly darkened. The tropical storm rolled in quickly.

"We need to get to shelter." Jack said.

"The gear?" Sam asked.

"No time." Jack said.

They both began to run towards one of the caves that Jack had found. They sprinted through the jungle, the pushing aside the leaves as much as possible as they went, but still collecting moisture from the trees. They broke out into the small clearing around the cave, and directly into a torrential downpour. In the seconds it took for them to cross the clearing they went from slightly damp to completely drenched. Jack hustled Sam deeper into the cave and away from the driving rain.

Pulling a lighter from his pocket, that he kept on him to light fires in the field having given up smoking just before the first Gate mission, he lit it to provide some illumination. The cave was a decent size of open space, with a sandy floor for most of it but with a few ledges cut into the wall by erosion. There were some animal tracks across the sandy floor, but most were of either small animals or seemed to be quite old. There was some broken branches that had made their way into the cave, either from previous storms or by the actions of various animals. The cave was intermittently lit by lightning flashes while Jack set about creating a fire in the middle of the cave.

"Sir." Sam began once the fire was going, and then she paused.

"What is it Carter?" Jack replied.

"Sir, even with the fire, we are going to have to get out of these soaked clothes otherwise we could catch a cold." Sam said with a blush.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that." Jack said with a sigh. "You ok with that?"

"I don't think we have much choice, Sir." Sam replied.

Given that they were both only dressed in their BDU pants, boots and a top it did not take long for them to strip down to their underwear. They laid out their clothes on the ledges and sat close on opposite sides of the fire, staring into the flames and listening to the raging storm outside and trying not to stare at each other. Sam was quite glad that she was wearing black bra and panties rather than white, which would have become see-through, while Jack was in tightish green boxers.

"What's going to happen to all the equipment you set up?" Jack asked after a while just to break the silence.

"Most of it is set up in fairly protected areas." Sam replied. "I'm more worried about out camp, with all our clothes and gear."

"Face it, Carter. The camp's gone. It was right down on the beach level." Jack replied.

"Yes, Sir." Sam said.

They eventually went and lay down on rocky ledges on opposite sides of the room, after stoking the fire as high as they could, and tried to go to sleep.

It was late the next day when the storm passed and the clear skies returned. After getting dressed, they went down and confirmed that the camp was truly gone. Once that was done, Jack ordered them back to the Stargate, having kept their GDO's on them in a thigh pocket of their BDU pants. Sam had checked them over after the storm but their cases had prevented the circuitry from getting wet. They made the trek up to the to the clearing with the Stargate, walking the last of the damp out of their clothes.

Unfortunately when they reached the clearing it was only half the size it had been and the Stargate, along with the DHD, now rested at the bottom of the water, covered in rock. The cliff upon which the Stargate had rested had been undermined by the constant pounding of the waves and had collapsed during the storm.

"Well shit." Jack said.

TBC…