TITLE: Research

AUTHOR: VIDZ

PAIRING: Jack/Hailey

TIMELINE: Season 5

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show Stargate: SG-1 are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: yes, I know I shouldn't start another fic when I still have two open, but I've been having a major writer's block and this is the first thing I managed to break it with.

The rating is a strong T for sexual references, that are not explicit enough to warrant an M.

SUMMARY: it's an established routine to use animals for research, even though they don't want to be used, but what happens when the tables are turned and it's the humans that are now considered animals by some other species?

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The door flew open and two large, reptilian-looking guards threw him in.

He barely checked his momentum before being plastered over the opposite wall and was back in an instant, yet too late to do anything, as the door was already closed and locked.

"Come back here, so I can kick your ass!" yelled Jack, thumping on the door.

Realizing his actions were fruitless he gave it one last angry kick before stepping back.

"Cowards!"

He fumed as he rubbed at his ribs and swollen lip, a punishment for trying to escape.

It could've been worse, though, these guys seemed like kindergarten teachers compared to the snakeheads. Or they were for some reason intentionally holding back, which meant they had some serious plans for him. Jack didn't know which was worse.

His eyebrows rose in curiosity when he finally took note of the floor under his feet. It wasn't the regular concrete or stone, it was actually padded. Pretty soft, as a matter of fact.

Looking around to check out his new surroundings his eyes fell on the most surprising view.

There, in front of him, in all her glory, stood Lieutenant Jennifer Hailey, hands placed modestly over strategic places on her body as she took a surreptitious unconscious glance at his own.

She was as naked as the day she was born, topped with a blush that went from the swell of her breasts where they weren't hidden by her arm up her neck to take over her attractive face.

He'd hoped he'd been the only one captured and that she'd gotten away, but if she had to have been captured, being placed together in captivity was still the best option for them. As long as they were together they could support each other, they wouldn't be lonely and they knew how the other was doing, there would be no uncertainty and fears.

Suddenly he realized he was naked, showing himself off to a subordinate, and the said subordinate, the said female subordinate, was naked too, trying to maintain some kind of privacy and dignity while he was just standing there, eyeballing her like an oaf while waving in the breeze for all the world to see, privacy and modesty unknown concepts.

His eyes widened before he whirled around so quickly he was just a blur.

"Crap!" he exclaimed belatedly, before calling over his shoulder "Hailey?"

"Present." came her slightly amused and highly embarrassed voice.

"You've got no clothes on." he seriously hoped his voice didn't come out sounding so high.

"I noticed, sir." came her dry voice "Neither do you, sir." she reminded, trying to concentrate on looking at the floor, but her eyes wouldn't obey, occasionally shooting looks at his behind and muscular back.

"Ya think?" he snapped. Feeling Jen wince as if stung, even though he couldn't see her, he sighed apologetically "Sorry, Lieutenant."

"S'Okay, sir." she excused, even though such a sharp, undeserved reprimand from someone she so highly respected hurt more than a little.

The two descended into silence that lasted as long as Jack's patience. Which wasn't saying much when he was confined to a small place with nothing to do.

"So... what's to do around here?"

"Not much, sir, as you can see there's practically nothing here."

"Sweet." he muttered sarcastically as he turned back around to survey their new (hopefully temporary) home.

Keeping his eyes away from the alluring sight across from him he walked around the cell, taking in it's details.

The room was rectangular, about 5 by 3 yards and 4 yards high, with not one window. The ceiling itself was full of holes and, from the fact that their room had no other apparent source of breathing air, it was probably the ventilation system.

The walls were bare and dirty white, with absolutely no furniture. No beds, no chairs, no nothing.

The blue padded loor took up about a half of the entire space, immediately by the door and from it's softness Jack concluded that it was perhaps meant to be slept on, in place of cots.

Furthest from the door was a space of hard concrete floor, with a few slightly raised square bumps, about 2 inches high, measuring 2 by 2 feet.

The room's short side in that half had a small, open cubicle with something that looked like one of those drinking water fountains with water constantly flowing in an arc before landing in it's basin and a 3 feet tall solid structure with an elipsoid hole on top, which he then confirmed was probably (hopefully) the toilet. Besides the obvious, the biggest tip-off was the stack of paper towels. Taking a sip of the flowing water he confirmed it was drinking water. Bowed over the fountain he noticed a nuzzle sticking out of the wall, it's nose pointing downwards. Putting his hand under it he was surprised when suddenly a measured dose of thick, viscous liquid poured into his hand. This was obviously the alien version of soap and Jack couldn't help but wonder whether their captors had already had experience with humans or they'd just been put into a cell made for humanoids intelligent enough to figure out how to use these facilities.

The cubicle had small protrusions all over it's walls. Sniffing carefully, lest he set off something else, he could detect a scent of disinfectant and some kind of perfume. Seeing no obvious switch or sensor he hoped this was triggered automatically when someone used the toilet because otherwise their new home would soon stink unbearably.

Well... this was certainly a novelty. This cell was like the Ritz compared to his usual accomodations when taken prisoner. Still, they could've at least left them some playing cards or something...

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