It had been months since Skaara was taken. The Jaffa had been accepted by the entire base and had been made a permanent member of SG-1. I, on the other hand, hadn't been allowed to leave the base in anyway, shape, or form. I sleep in a room on the base, just a few doors down from the Jaffa's room. I haven't been off planet at all. No, I get the exciting job of examining everything that comes back through the Stargate. They just didn't trust me and Nut. They will trust a Jaffa, but not me.

"Hey Selene," Daniel said. He walked into the room where I was studying a tablet SG-4 had brought back the other day. He was carrying an old notebook.

"Hey Danny," I said.

"You could try to sound a little excited to see me."

I put my head on the table. "I'm sorry. We're just tried of being cooped up. It...it reminds me of when Ra locked us up. You know I don't do well when I get cooped up. Now you know why."

"I'm sorry, Selene. I really am. I wish I could convince the general to let you go off world to look for Skaara-or even just go outside for some fresh air-but it's just too difficult to convince enough people."

"I've worked for this country for years. I've translated things for the military. I've designed equipment. I've devoted the last few years of my life to this country. Now, just because I'm a host to an alien, I can't leave this base. I should be out there looking for Skaara! Not translating tablets!"

"Yeah, about that...I have something else for you. But I think this one might actually cheer you up."

"Danny, I really doubt anything could cheer me up right now."

"Maybe, maybe not. But you might want to take a look at this." He handed me the journal that he was carrying. It was old, like really, really old. It had to be thousands of years old. It was leather bound. Carved into the front was...my name? No, Nut's name! Nut's journal!

"Where did you get this?" I asked, all but speechless.

"We found it just today."

"I thought this had been destroyed when Ra found out about Nut and Klorel. I can't believe this still exists." I held the book close to my heart.

"What is it exactly?" Danny asked me.

"This is the journal that Nut kept when we started seeing Klorel. There's an entry for every day from the first time we met Klorel to the day before Ra locked us up. Thank you, Danny. Klorel's a controlling jackass, but there were good times. To be truthful, I'm more worried about the abuse Skaara will get from Apophis then from Klorel."

"Nut still loves him, doesn't she."

"Yes, I do," Nut answered.

"You two look like you want to be left alone with your journal. I should go."

"See ya, Danny."

I spent the next several days with my nose stuck in the journal. It made Nut very happy to recall the memories from so long ago. I was starting to get tired though. It was 2:45 in the morning and I was exhausted. I was half asleep, but Nut was still reading.

'Nut, are you done yet? It's late. I want to go to bed.'

'In a little while. Let me finish reading this entry.'

'Alright. I'm ganna take a cat nap though.'

I was half way asleep when Nut started yelling in our head.

'Selene! Selene! Wake up!'

"What?" I said out loud.

'I think I know how we can find Skaara and Klorel.'

'Really? How?'

'I've noticed a pattern in the places we used to visit. After a while, there were only two different places we would visit. If Klorel wants us to find him, then I suggest we try there.'

'Nut! You're a genius!'

The next morning, I presented Nut's idea to the General.

"Absolutely not!"

"But Sir!"

"You are not leaving this base Dr. Nikolas. It's just too much of a risk."

"We might be able to save Skaara and you won't let us? You won't even discuss a team going?"

"No. Any plan that thing in your head came up with will not be allowed to be put into action. I'm sorry, Selene. I know how you feel about the boy, but this is too much of a risk. Dismissed."

I stormed off to my room. If they wouldn't help me, I'd find my own way there.

As soon as the majority of the staff had left, I sneaked into my work room and found a ribbon device a team had brought back. With the journal in my bag and the ribbon device on my hand, I quietly made my way from my work room to the control room. I encountered one guard in the room, but he was easy enough to knock out with the device. I flipped to the page with the planet's coordinates and entered them in on the computer. I quickly made my way to the gate room. By the time I was half way up the ramp, soldiers had entered the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Nikolas?" a Sargent asked. "You're going to be court martialed for this!"

"I'm not military Sargent," I said as I walked through the gate.

I know I haven't been writing as often as I should, but I've been busy and I've lacked inspiration. Sorry