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If I owned Stargate SG-1 would be a 5 man team but alas, 'tis not so. I'm not making any money from this fic and I'm just writing it for fun.
AN: Well, I don't usually do slash pairings or write in first person so this is a bit of an unusual fic for me. I hopeyou all like it and if you don't...don't flame me too bad okay? Thanks.
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Okay….this isn't good, in fact, this is most definitely not good. On the bright side nothing hurts so that eliminates the idea of being shot with a zat. Great. That only leaves about a million methods of being knocked unconscious. On the plus side, not having to put with the accompanying headache that usually accompanies a period of unconsciousness makes it a lot easier to concentrate on thinking about how I got into this situation. As far as I can remember, there were no problems before leaving Earth and the trip through the wormhole was nothing out of the ordinary, well….not to me anyway. So, that leaves me…right back where I started. Great.
I finally pluck up the courage to open my eyes, the sight that greets me isn't particularly remarkable, just you're average prison cell, no windows, stone walls and floor, one heavy steel door, a stone bench jutting from the wall. I think this is a good thing, no force-fields, I laugh slightly, Carter'll be disappointed. That thought immediately brings my attention to the fact that the other members of my team are no where in sight, I can't here them either. I find myself repeating my earlier thoughts.
"This is not good." Well, my voice still works and I can hear myself speak so my hearing's fine. This is a little strange to say the least. Never before have I woken up in a cell with NO aches and pains, with no injuries. "This is too…safe." I sigh and finally decide to sit-up, I don't see what difference it'll make but it's something to do while I wait for…something to happen. Taking a breath I try to pull myself up to a sitting position. Nothing. I try again. Nothing. Not even a twitch in my limbs. "I knew it." I sigh, I can't sit up, I can't even move. "Shit! I knew this was too good to be true." I curse, trying to let my anger override any other feelings I have but I can't stop the hot flush that turns my cheeks red or the inevitable speeding up of my heartbeat that accompanies my distress.
I lay there for a while, expecting my muscles to cramp up from however long I've been slumped in this position. I wish I could check my watch to see how long I've been here, but my right wrist is trapped under my body. My body feels numb and swollen, like I've pins and needles all over. I don't know if that's from whatever they've done to me or from laying still for so long but I sure wish someone would someone would come talk to me, interrogate me even, I'm bored. Not to mention lonely. My voice is hoarse from yelling, if whoever did this to me can hear me they're probably wishing they'd paralysed that part of my body too.
I'm finally drifting back to sleep, nothing else to do, when the door opens. My instincts scream at me to get me to my feet, reach for my weapons but of course I remain laying on the floor…a very intimidating sight I'm sure.
"Hey!" I call out, trying to raise my gaze to look at the door but I can't turn my head and my the strain hurts my eyes. "Excuse me…" I try again but my only answer is a loud thud and a soft moan and the door slams shut. My eyes immediately snap to the sound of the moan and I'm greeted with the sight of-"Jonas!" I yell, focusing on the limp figure slumped against the opposite wall to me. He's trembling slightly but I can't tell if he's under the same effects as me. That's not my number one concern however, I'm more worried about the blood trickling from the top of his skull down one side of his bruised face. "JONAS!" I yell again, louder. No response. "Shit."