Logan shifted uneasily as the group listened to Jack speak, but said little. His nostrils flared as he scented something burning, and like a flash he felt more than saw the memory, of cutting a man free of a downed plane and barely making it clear before the tanks exploded.

Wolverine spun towards the sound of movement, his claws sliding out in readiness as he dropped into a defensive stance. "Elf," he growled, recognizing his "attacker."

Kurt dropped down from the branch he had been crouched on, concern crossing his features at Wolverine's unease. "It is the memories, ja?" he asked.

A snort of derision was Logan's answer, and he started to walk away from the camp. After about twenty steps, he noticed Kurt was still watching him, his golden eyes unblinking.

"You coming?" Logan called over his shoulder.

"If that is what you wish," Kurt answered, and jogged a few steps to catch up.

Logan rubbed at the back of his neck, thoughtfully. "I might remember something," he offered.

"It is that you allow this to bother you. Perhaps you remember. Perhaps no," Kurt said, reflectively. "We do not remember every moment."

"Most people remember saving someone's life."

"True," Kurt replied, and started to continue speaking, stopping at Logan raising a fist and scanning the trees around them, scenting the air. "What is it?"

"Get down!" Logan hissed, dropping to one knee as a staff-blast shot over his head, perfectly aimed for a chest shot. The familiar bamf of Kurt's teleportation and the accompanying cloud of brimstone and sulfur meant his teammate had already gone for help as he let off a three-round burst from his P-90 in the direction of his ambushers. Hopefully the others wouldn't arrive before he'd had his fun.

When Kurt suddenly appeared in the middle of camp as sounds of gunfire filled the air, he found himself facing the guns of SG-1. "Please, don't shoot," he said, holding his hands up.

As the guns were pointed away from the center of camp, SG-1 took positions facing outwards, preparing for an attack.

"Where's Logan?" Kitty asked, as she scanned the tree-line.

A crackle came over the radios, and then Logan's voice, saying, "Don't worry about me, I'm bringing the party to you."

The remaining X-Men exchanged a look, before laughing. Struggling to hold in hysterics, Kitty hit the talk button on her radio. "Roger that, Wolverine. Just remember you aren't alone on this."

Shadowcat looked between the two groups. "I'm going after him," she said.

"For crying out loud," O'Neill grumbled. "There's who knows how many Jaffa out there shooting at your friend, and you want to just run out after him?"

"Yes," she said, and, adjusting her equipment, did exactly that, phasing through trees in the attempt to cut down distance.

Carter watched the young woman go, with a look of amazement. Finally, she shook herself back to alertness. "I don't think she has anything to worry about, if she can pass through solid objects."

"Da," Pete said, amusement in his voice as he steeled himself for the coming battle.

It didn't take long for the Jaffa patrol to find them, although it was a much smaller group than had originally ambushed Wolverine and Nightcrawler. Like his namesake, the smaller man had led his pursuers in a merry chase, using his agility to turn on them at unpredictable intervals. There were perhaps a half dozen Jaffa warriors remaining, but from Logan's state, he had clearly made the right choice in returning to the group.

Wolverine had run out of ammo quickly, and was forced to use his claws against his attackers. Shadowcat was helping by distracting the enemy with an opponent they could not fight, but the limits of her mutation also made it impossible for her to fight them, as well.

But that was when things started going wrong. Wolverine's adamantium claws sliced through a staff weapon but missed the warrior behind it, That warrior drew a zat, quickly firing several shots wildly.

Two of the short blue bursts of lightning hit Wolverine squarely, and he stumbled a few steps, shaking his head with disorientation, and another Jaffa took the moment to follow the zat blasts with one from his staff. There was a quick exchange of glances between the armored figures in puzzlement at a human that didn't die from being zatted twice, but they had other worries.

"Fall back!" O'Neill ordered, as he took cover behind yet another tree.

Colossus ignored the order as several rounds of fire from both zats and staff weapons struck him, without leaving a mark, the stunning rounds from the zat playing across his metal form like blue sparks before grounding and dissipating harmlessly.

"Leave him, Colossus!" Carter called, feeling foolish using the codenames each of the X-Men seemed to prefer. "If the zat blasts didn't kill him, the staff blast to the chest finished it. Nobody can survive that!"

Colossus turned his head to look at the blonde woman with what seemed to be a wry smile. Expressions were hard to read on those metallic features. "Then perhaps it is that I am nobody," he said, scooping up the limp form of his downed comrade. "Nightcrawler, do you think you might do something about the others? I find that my hands are full at the moment."

"Should I be worried that they're making jokes at a time like this?" Daniel said from his position beside Jack as he squeezed off a few more rounds from his zat.

"Why? We do it all the time," Jack replied, giving cover fire with his P-90.

"That's why."

When the group finally had reassembled, except for Nightcrawler, who stayed above in the trees, they started back in the direction they came, until Sam's voice came over the radio.

"Sir, we have a problem. It seems our friends were just a decoy while they shielded the area," she said.

"In English, Carter," Jack replied.

"We're cut off from the gate, sir. There's an energy barrier."

"Now isn't that just wonderful?" Jack groaned.