Title: Compromising Positions: Tied Up

Author: Kate McCaye

Rating: T (language? Random guess on what I'll end up doing with this one...)

Setting: Anytime before 8

Summary: SG-1 has been having a string of bad luck off-world, much to the delight of the SGC betting pools.

A/N: Short, cruel teaser. I know.

Tied Up

Chapter 1: Another Fine Mess

Major Sam Carter came to with a groan, her head pounding and various parts of her body twinging with random aches and pains. She forced her eyes open groggily and did a quick assessment of her situation. She was fairly certain she didn't have any broken bones. She was also most certainly sitting on a cold, dirty stone floor. And she was nearly naked. She was also tied to the rest of her teammates.

"Colonel? Daniel? Teal'c?" Her voice sounded weak and scratchy to her own ears, and she wondered how long she had been unconscious. Somebody groaned and a bare shoulder shifted against hers. They seemed to be tied back to back (to back, to back) to each other. Her wrists were bound behind her back, her feet were bound, and a heavy rope was wrapped around her bare middle several times, tying all of SG-1 together. She could only assume the rest of them were similarly bound.

"Oh, God," her CO groaned as he regained consciousness as well. He moved next to her again, and she realized he was the one tied to her left. She looked to her right and could just spot Daniel, still unconscious with his head lolling forward. That meant Teal'c was directly behind her. It was odd that he hadn't been the first one to awaken.

"Sir?"

Her CO's head jerked up and knocked into the back of hers. They both yelped and groaned. He mumbled an apology and she could feel him moving around, obviously trying to assess their situation as well. "Carter? Anything broken?"

"No, sir, I don't think so. You?"

"No."

"I'm worried about Teal'c, he should have been the first one awake."

"Do not worry about me, Major Carter. I will be fine."

"T? How's it going?"

"It would appear that we are tied up in a dungeon of some sort, O'Neill, without our weapons, radios, or GDOs. It does not go well."

"I concur," Daniel slurred slightly.

"Danny? You okay?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine but I think maybe I have a confection."

"Concussion?" Carter guessed.

"Yeah, that. One of those. Hey, are you guys in your underwear too?"

"Yes."

"Yup."

"Indeed."

Sam looked down at her feet. She, along with the rest of her team, had apparently been stripped to her underwear and (luckily in her case) bra. She still had her boots on, however, although they were unlaced. For some reason that really irritated her, as though whomever had put them in this situation had stuck their boots back on their feet for the sole purpose of mocking them.

"Well. This. Sucks," Colonel O'Neill stated.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.

"What is this the fourth time this year?" Daniel asked.

"Fifth," Teal'c and Carter corrected automatically.

"Dammit. And this is the worst one. The Marines are going to love this," Jack O'Neill grumbled.