The Honour of Friends
Summary: What if SG-1 had discovered what Ba'al really meant about his knife?
Spoilers for 'Abyss' and 'The Quest' part one.
Author's note: So after finally getting out of my shippy mood I got drawn into an I-miss-Jack-and-can't-wait-for-Continuum mood which I'm sure must be shared by quite a few Jack lovers out there. Here is what resulted in trying to keep my mind of the depressing fact that I have months yet to wait. Based on the premise I've seen going around that Ba'al's knife was the same one he used to torture Jack in 'Abyss'. Set after 'Bounty' sometime.
"That item holds particular sentimental value to me..." Ba'al.
Cam watched in an almost morbid fascination as Teal'c reduced the SGC gym punching bag to mere dust and rags. That the Jaffa was pissed no-one could deny, what he was pissed about though, was a mystery. One that even if Cam hadn't been ordered to find out about by Landry he still would have wanted to know for himself. He decided to go for the casual approach.
"So T-"
"I wish to be left alone Colonel Mitchell."
So much for that, Cam thought to himself as Teal'c continued to beat the already pummelled bag. Teal'c's deep tones and scowl were indication enough that he wasn't going to get anywhere. Sighing he left the Jaffa to stew whilst he tried another approach.
"Hey Jackson," Cam greeted as he rounded the corner into Daniel's lab, not even blinking at Vala's presence sprawled across the top of one of Daniel's workbenches "Have you spoken to Teal'c lately?"
"Yeah, sure, this morning. Why?"
"No I meant as in talked to, conversed with, not just say 'hi'."
"Not since he got back from his trip to visit one of the Jaffa bases. Which, incidentally, was this morning. Vala, will you please move? You're lying all over my translations."
"He's pissed." Cam said slowly.
Daniel looked up at that, as did Vala who had stubbornly been avoiding Daniel's attempts at getting her to move.
"Pissed about what?" She asked confused whilst Daniel asked the real question that needed answering.
"Pissed, pissed or Teal'c pissed?"
"Teal'c pissed."
"Oh boy."
"And you've no idea why?" Vala asked, slowly sitting up as the three of them looked at each other seriously.
"Not a clue. And he's clammed up pretty tight too. Even more than usual." Cam replied.
"Which means it's something big," Daniel sighed and closed his eyes before rubbing them with the back of his hand "Okay let's go see Sam; she might have some sort of idea."
"Good call." Cam answered.
The three of them quickly made their way to Sam's lab where they found her deeply engrossed in streams of data, food and drink forgotten on her workbench as she stared at her laptop screen. She didn't even notice them enter as she tapped on her keyboard for more information.
"Sam, something's wrong with Teal'c." Daniel announced, not even waiting for her to acknowledge their presence before speaking.
"What? How do you mean?" Her eyes scanned their serious faces, after she'd recovered from their 'sudden' appearance.
"He came back from his Jaffa visit looking like one of hell's furies, and he's not saying anything." Cam answered "Everyone's been avoiding him like the plague and several of the gym's equipment is likely never to recover from his onslaught."
"We were wondering if he's said anything to you."
"No, I haven't seen him yet. I'd only just heard he was back, he wasn't supposed to be returning for another two days." Sam replied.
"Which now has me even more worried." Daniel muttered softly.
"Alright, let's go." Cam said "Team intervention, right now."
"What's an intervention?" Vala asked hurriedly as Cam shepherded them out of the lab.
Several minutes later they were nervously walking into a darkened gymnasium that was eerily quiet and seemingly empty. Looking at each other as they walked into the room, all four silently communicated their worry. Moving fully inside the room they found Teal'c motionless before the now destroyed punching bag, its chain sagging and contents spilt all across the floor.
"Teal'c?"
"I told you I wished to be alone Colonel Mitchell."
"Yeah and I didn't buy that. Neither did these guys, hence why we're here." Cam replied, as the four of them unconsciously formed a semi-circle behind Teal's still form.
"It would probably help if you talked about it." Daniel suggested softly.
"It would not." Teal'c replied sharply.
"Ok then, what do you want to do?" Vala said, trying to project cheerful optimism into her voice.
"I wish to squeeze the life out of his pathetic body with my own hands." Teal'c growled his voice getting lower and quieter as he spoke making all four remaining members of SG-1 tense.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"And why." Daniel added.
"Ba'al."
"Well we'd all like to see that arrogant son-of-a-bitch dead. Is there a particular reason you feel this way now?" Cam prodded.
Teal'c 's fist shot out and landed another punch into the remains of the bag, its chain shaking feebly as it was rocked even more.
"He flaunted in front of us," Teal'c whispered "In front of me. A Jaffa does not stand back and do nothing whilst the honour of those he holds dear is ridiculed."
"Flaunted what?" Daniel asked slowly.
Teal'c's next words stunned all of SG-1 into shocked silence.
"His torture of O'Neill."
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Okay, so I have quite a few other stories on the go at the minute and even though I am progressing with them this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. However rather than commit myself fully to this I thought I'd see if anyone out there was interested in reading the rest first, so at least I'd know before this story sidetracks all the other ones which I really don't want it to do. Anyways I hoped you liked and if you are interested in reading the rest just let me know!