Using her left hand and knowledge of pressure points Sam quickly and easily removed his hand and shoved him away, causing the group to laugh.

"You!" The man pulled a knife from his waistband and started swinging widely at Sam.

Sam back stepped but the knife tore through her vest and straight through the straps holding her P90. As it hit the floor she tried to grab it, leaving herself open to a second attack. She cried out as the knife bit deep into her shoulder. He smiled and raised his hands triumphantly before turning his attention back to Sam. He took another swing but she was ready, sidestepping she kicked him in the stomach causing him to double over and drop the knife. Sam kicked it away into the crowd. Cursing the fact she couldn't use her right hand she put all her effort into a left hook. To everyone's surprise, he caught it.

"See!" the man laughed as he pulled Sam up and closer to him, "No woman…"

Before he could finish his sentence Sam punched him dead on the nose. He looked at her, totally confused, before falling to the ground out cold. The villagers just stood there, slack jawed, staring at Sam. Just as Jack made it to Sam's side she fell to her knees clutching her hand to her chest.

"Sam?" Jack knelt beside her, his voice a little more then a whisper.

"Just. . . give me a second."

Teal'c and Daniel stood protectively by Sam as Jack stood and went to find Sam's weapon. It took him a couple of seconds to find it in the sea of villagers, when he reached down for it there was a collective gasp, Jack straightened out in time to see everyone drop down to one knee, heads down.

"For cryin' out loud!" Jack scooped up the weapon and headed back to where Sam was now standing. "Daniel. This sure looks like worshiping to me!"

"I told you they know she's no god. But Jack, her being here signifies peace to these people, peace after decades of fighting."

"Know what? I'm beyond caring. We're outta here."

Sam was the first to head toward the door, the villagers moving out of her way without standing.

"Wait, please!" Shala moved in front of Sam. "Please let me dress your wounds before you go."

"I'd rather let Janet take care of it." Sam went to move past Shala but was stopped by Jack.

"That needs to be treated now Carter, either by her or me, your choice."

"Sir, it's not that bad I can wait. . ."

"Me or her Carter. Unless you want Daniel or Teal'c to do it."

"Fine." Jack's first aid skills left much to be desired. And he was the better of the three men. Sam looked at Shala, "lead the way.
Shala smiled and led them back to her hut where she quickly gathered the supplies she needed.

"I will send you with twice the amount of bandages and cream you will need, but one of you must learn to do this."

"I'll do it." Daniel piped up. "Well, I mean I can film it so Janet will know how to do it."

"Film?" Shala asked.

"We take pictures. . ." Daniel paused when Shala made another face. He pulled out his digital camera and made a quick recording of Jack then played it back for Shala.

"It is magic."

"No, it's not. It's … well it's just … hard to explain. You fix up Sam and explain it to us, I will record it and give the images to our healer."

"Very well. Sam please sit down." Sam sat down and gave Shala her hand. Shala finished quickly, taking care to explain everything she was doing. When Sam stood to leave Shala stopped her. "Wait. I must attend to this as well." Shala grabbed the cut in Sam's jacked and ripped it more.

"Hey! I could have taken that off you know."

"That is not necessary." Shala dipped a rag in the bowl of water and wiped the blood away reveling a deep cut, about four inches long. When Daniel moved to record this as well Shala spoke up. "This will only need to need to be applied once."

"Right." Daniel snapped his camera shut.

Shala picked up a wide, flat wooden spatula looking thing and a bowl of clear gel. Mixing it a bit she gathered a good bit on the spatula and moved over to Sam. Pulling the material out of the way she covered the wound liberally in one swipe.

"Ah! Damn it." Sam jumped back. "What the. . ."

"Hold still, I must wipe away the excess. Do not worry, it will not hurt." Shala grabbed Sam's arm to hold it still then gently wiped away the extra leaving only a thin layer over the cut. "Here, I have packed this for you."

Jack took the wooden box.

"The white cream is for your wound. The rest is for Sam's." Shala looked at the floor. "I am sorry I was not there to stop. . ."

"Not your fault." Jack cut her off. "But we really need to get going."

"I understand."

They left the hut to find the villagers gathered outside. The man who attacked Sam kneeling, his knife in his outstretched hands.

"Please accept my life as penitence. Do not abandon my people because of my actions."

"I'm not going to kill you." Sam said. "And I haven't done anything for your people."

"You are within your rights, our laws say. . ."

"I'm just like you guys, and I'm not killing him!"

"Then I shall do it myself." The man bought up his knife and went to stab himself only to have Sam snatch the knife from him.

"Look. You will not die because of me. Now I'm keeping this and I'm going home."

"You will return?"

"It is not our choice to make. We have to follow orders. We'll see what our commander says."

"Then I truly hope to see you again."

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Ok guys, sorry it's taking me so long. Things are crazy here. Hope you like it……