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"Cree! Ai'emain ha'shak!" The voice of one of the Jaffa boomed through the cell and Daniel squinted at the form. Neither Sam nor Daniel made any suggestions to move and the Jaffa stomped his foot loudly on the ground. "Ai'emain ha'shak!" His voice repeated again, this time a little more violent. Daniel knew what the words meant, but chose to ignore them. He had already tried negotiating; it hadn't ended well. Suddenly two more Jaffa's appeared and they made their way toward Daniel's cell, unlocking the door and making their way toward him. He braced himself as they approached, knowing that this wasn't going to end well. The two Jaffa bent down to unclasp his chains, but a shout from their commander stopped them.
"Wait," he called, and the two Jaffa took a step back, sneering at Daniel with hatred flaring in their eyes. Daniel watched them with less-than-interested eyes, just wishing that they could disappear into thin air. "Take the woman instead." Daniel raised his eyebrows and tried to stand up.
"Wait, no, take me! Si'nu! I have valuable information that she doesn't!" The Jaffa chose not to listen, even though he said the sentence again in the Goa'uld dialect they were speaking. He managed to get up into a crouch and pushed himself against the bars. The Jaffa was already inside her cage and Sam glared at them as they approached, scrambling to get into a defensive position. Without much difficulty, they unclasped her chains and hoisted her onto her feet, which weren't doing much anyway. They ended up dragging her out and Daniel could see the pain on her face.
"Don't die on me," he called to her desperately, trying to lace some humor into his voice.
"I'll do my best," she replied through clenched teeth, struggling to get onto her feet before she disappeared through the door. The commander gave Daniel a smug smirk before shutting the door and enclosing him with darkness once more. He sunk to the ground as he heard a pained cry from outside and a short laugh followed by footsteps that then echoed off into the distance. Then everything became silent. Daniel slumped down again to the floor and felt very lonely. His wrists hurt now after his brief struggle against the chains, and he reached toward the chain and slid the link further up his arm which exposed the angry and bruised skin underneath. The metal chains weighed pounds and were a burden on his wrists and exposed skin.
Light had begun to fade from the small window above him, and he realized that it must be nighttime soon. Shadows played around on the walls, and Daniel watched, uninterested, as the water and the light twisted and twirled as the sun set outside. His head ached, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, swallowing and then trying to keep down the bile that was trying to rise up his throat. He wished he had water. And an aspirin. Or a nice warm bed, some coffee, and a tablet to translate. Mmm, that sounded nice. Now that Daniel thought about it, he was very tired. His eyes didn't seem to want to open again, which was fine by him since the creeping finger of unconsciousness was already numbing some of the pain. If he could just get a few minutes of sleep, just a few, that would be all he needed.
His eyes snapped open and he groaned. He couldn't sleep. He recognized the dangerous signs of blood loss, dehydration, and malnourishment. If he went to sleep he might not wake up. He could have gone to sleep if Sam was here with him, but she wasn't, and he had to keep a lookout for himself. And he needed to make sure that he was awake when his friend returned. He went back to staring blankly at the wall before him, his head pounding and waves of heat rolling off of him. Yet he felt chilled to the bone, and he really wished he had a sweater with him. His black military t-shirt was torn in a couple of places and an angry burn mark was on his arm where they had used the pain stick on him. He shuddered at the thought. And now Sam was going through the same thing. Sighing, he leaned his head back against the wall and wished that Sam could just be saved. She was in some ways the weakest link to the team, and in other cases the strongest. But when it came to torture, beatings, and interrogations, she was often the one who was chosen.
He sat there, staring at the cold, wet wall for what seemed forever, until his stomach decided to do something fun and he had to empty what little nutrition he had onto the stone floor. Wiping his mouth on his shoulder, Daniel noticed to dismay that black dots were swimming in his vision.
"Damn it," he thought as his stomach did little summersaults inside of him. Apparently it did not approve of his internal bleeding. Groaning again, he leaned his head back against the wall and for once actually approved of the cold water running down the back of his head. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from outside, and his body automatically tensed. The door was unlocked and it swung open to reveal the two Jaffa. One had Sam slumped over his shoulder, and he ventured into the cell and dumped her on the ground inside of Daniel's cage. Her head hit the ground with a sickening thud and she lay without moving as the guards shut the door and deprived the room of any light. Daniel's eyes quickly adjusted, and he pulled slightly at his chains.
"Sam." His voice was too loud for his throat's approval and he ended up choking back gags as his stomach tried emptying nothingness. The blonde women lying on the floor just out of his reach didn't respond to his call and Daniel started panicking, fearing the worst.
"Sam, you need to wake up," he ordered, a little quieter this time. Squinting in the darkness, he studied Sam closely and found to his relief that her chest was moving up and down slightly in ragged breaths. He sighed in relief and his eyes flashed from fear to worry. "You're not completely gone yet," he said out to the darkness, knowing that Sam was most likely unconscious and not able to hear what he was saying. Mustering up precious energy, he pulled against the chains and struggled to get close enough to at least touch his friend in order to wake her up. He cried out slightly in pain as he pushed harder and the metal dug into his wrists, but the chains wouldn't budge. Slumping back against the wall in defeat, Daniel tried extending a leg in order to nudge Sam instead. His leg was just a foot or so away from the women lying motionless on the floor, and no matter how far he reached he just couldn't reach her.
"Come on Sam…" he muttered under his breath, the room spinning in his vision. He was exhausted; he couldn't even tell where he was hurting anymore because everything was nice and numb. Watching Sam's chest rise and fall, Daniel felt a sort of comfort at the fact that she was still alive. That was what mattered the most out of everything. His eyelids drooped down but quickly opened again. He continued staring at Sam until finally his eyes closed and wouldn't open again.
A/N: I find it a bit funny how I am feeling exactly like Daniel right now. I can't even keep y eyes open… Like, I just spent ten minutes on this sentence because I keep on falling asleep. xD