The technician wiped the sweat from his brow for the tenth time in as many minutes, having an incredibly strong alien literally breathing down his neck was not exactly relaxing. Of course, having a full Col. and a Major wearing a hole in the floor behind him wasn't helping either. "Fifty more minutes, sirs."

"Fifty?!"

The young man winced at the insinuated threat. "I'm sorry sir, he must be in a mountainous area. It will take the satellite forty-eight minutes to move into range and another three minutes to acquire the signal. But I can give you a general heading." He winced again when three glares were turned his way.

Jack lost his patience when the tech didn't speak up immediately, "Then do it!"

"Uh, yes sir. He's roughly two hours west of our location." He turned just in time to see the three members of SG-1 clearing the library doors.

Five minutes later Sam was grabbing the dashboard and reciting every prayer she'd ever heard. "Sir, I know you're worried about Jonas, but we're not going to do him any good if we're dead. And one really good way to stay alive is by driving on the right side of the road." She didn't quite catch his growled response, but it was enough to tell her that her side-seat driving was not appreciated.

"I believe Maj. Carter to be correct, this is most dangerous."

"Fine," O'Neill bit out as he swerved back onto the right side of the road. "I wish we could still hear what is going on."

Sam sighed, "me too sir, but they needed to keep the phone to get a trace."

STARGATE: SG-1

At that point, Jonas was wishing he didn't know what was going on. He'd paid dearly for his phone call, but it had been worth it. From the corner of his good eye Jonas could still see the little blue blinking light that had become his lifeline. It was becoming increasingly hard to hold a thought in his head, most likely from the concussion or the blood loss, they had neglected to re-bandage the gunshot wound after White had stomped on it.

"That was not smart, Mr. Quinn, and it didn't even do you any good. Now, the time has come to give up those equations."

Jonas grunted as he was lifted off the floor and shoved into a chair. "And what happens if I decide not to cooperate?" He eyed Cross and Singer as they guarded the door, both wielding Zats.

White grinned, "simple, we kill you, plant a bomb in you that we'll detonate when your friends take your body back to the SGC."

Jonas digested that information with a grim shake of his head. Obviously, he needed to buy himself some time. "I'm dead either way, aren't I?" He sighed when White nodded, "thought so. Alright, I need paper. The least I can do is stop you from destroying the SGC."

Twenty minutes later, Jonas was on his third piece of paper, the first two having been reduced to crumpled balls of scratched out scrawling.

"What the hell's taking so long? They said you fixed this in under a minute on the Prometheus."

"Fixing a few key strokes is one thing, writing them all down from scratch is just a bit harder. Besides, on the Prometheus, half my blood wasn't pooled on the floor beneath me," he snapped.

White leaned over Jonas's shoulder, his eyes flashing. "If you don't finish in the next five minutes, all your blood will be pooled on the floor beneath you."

Jonas tried not to let his fear show, he just had to keep telling himself that he was doing this for the team. They may not make it in time to save him, but hopefully he could hold out long enough so that White wouldn't have time to plant the bomb. Swallowing hard, he began the final equation. He had made enough alterations to the equations that while the sublight engines would ignite, they would only burn for thirty seconds. "There, you can go ahead and kill me now." His voice sounded a lot stronger than he felt.

White snatched the paper from in front of him, "Oh, we won't be doing that just yet." He scanned the equations as he stalked toward the fax machine in the other room. He highly doubted the alien would give him the correct equations on the first go-round, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Ten minutes later, he had his answer. He crumpled the response as he turned back toward the door with a feral grin; he was going to enjoy this.

STARGATE: SG-1

Sam hung up her phone with a small sigh of relief. "We have the coordinates, sir, ETA thirty minutes. SG-3 and 12 should beat us there by a couple minutes. General Landry dispatched them as soon as we got Jonas's phone call."

"Good, but they'll only have clean up duty if I have anything to do with it. I want these guys to myself, nobody messes with my geek."

"Col. O'Neill, I also wish to participate in the dismemberment of these individuals."

Jack gritted his teeth as he narrowly avoided an oncoming car, "fine, but I'm only sharing with you two."

Sam grinned slightly, "deal sir." O'Neill and Teal'c weren't the only ones who wanted a piece of these guys. She and Jonas had grown close over the last few weeks, it was hard not to with as much time as they spent together, and she still blamed herself for him being taken. It had been her job to watch out for him, and she'd failed.