A/N: I have no immediate intention of continuing this "series," at the time it was just an exercise to get myself writing some drabbles, and "some" turned into only two. But I have some more ideas so I might continue one day. For now just the two vignettes though. I enjoy imagining filler for all the huge logistical holes this show likes to leave. What can I say, I'm weird that way! I hope you enjoy my thoughts on the inner life of motherships...

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Four days. They had been stuck on the Goauld mothership for four days. Teal'c had managed to land them on a big asteroid, but so far they had not been able to get communications or propulsion up and running. Sam had been working fiendishly and she said she was making progress. Who could tell though, really? Fixing ships was not something Jack could help her with. Daniel had done his best to help, but so far they hadn't found a lot of Mothership Engine End User Documentation lying around, and as handy as walls are for writing stuff on, they just don't have enough pages to do Sam much good with engine repair.

The environmental systems were working just fine, and hey, on an asteroid they weren't in much danger from much of anything. Jack almost wished another Goauld would find them there, because if they were captured and taken to a planet with a stargate, at least there would be the opportunity to escape! But as it was? There was nothing to do but wait and hope Sam could work a miracle as she always did. He had no doubt she would succeed. The question was: When.

Jack was bored. And worse? Hungry. They had finished the last of their energy bars last night.

"Teal'c, buddy!"

An eyebrow twitch. Nothing more. "O'Neil."

"There has got to be some good eating on these tubs, no? I mean they carry, what, a couple thousand Jaffa from place to place?"

"The standard crew complement on a fully staffed mothership is 12,000 Jaffa warriors and 10,000 human slaves."

Jack flinched for a moment as he realized just how many lives were extinguished every time they succeeded in 'taking out' an enemy ship. He filed that away into his mental war chest though – no point dwelling. He was a soldier after all.

"So, you guys gotta eat, right? Lets go raid the pantry!"

Teal'c hesitated for an instant. "I believe Daniel Jackson still has an energy bar. Perhaps that would suffice until Major Carter has completed repairs."

Jack looked sideways at Teal'c as he realized that he had never actually seen any evidence of food on a mothership. What did these guys eat, anyway? For that matter where did they eat? What was Teal'c hesitating for? Teal'c had to be hungry too. Either he'd been sneaking off to some secret stash and didn't want to share, or … Jack all of a sudden needed to know. Jack stood up and with a curious twinkle in his eye offered a hand to Teal'c. "Take me to the kitchen on this tub. That's an order."