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Damas cursed whatever god would listen when the room decided it would stop spinning. He could barley feel his body and there was a pounding in the back of his head. The only time he could remember feeling worse was the first time Sig had talked him into getting drunk. Needless to say, that was the first and only times he ever gotten drunk.
Whatever that strange energy was it obviously hadn't killed him. A quick search revealed two things. Colonel O'Neill was sitting against the wall with his head leaning forwards and all of his and the Colonel's weapons were gone.
"Give it a second, the headache will go away," said Jack suddenly.
"So you are awake."
"With the number of times I've been shot with a Zat, I come out of it pretty easily."
"Where are we," demanded Damas.
"The cargo hold of a Goa'uld Cargo ship. It's probably on is way to a mothership. There's at least fifteen Jaffa in the other room, we're not going anywhere anytime soon."
"If you admit defeat so soon then you will be dead," advised Damas.
"I'm not admitting defeat. I've gotten out of situations like these before but I'd like to wait until the odd are a little more in our favor."
Damas turned away from the Colonel and began searching for some way out. He did not like being caged like an animal and he refused to sit around and do nothing. He must have searched the entire area twice before he faced the human with a glare. He was about to demand that he get up and help him when the ship lurched slightly and a serious of rather loud thuds echoed.
The door on the far side of the cargo hold was barely open when Jack suddenly charged through and tacked a couple of Jaffa. He estimate on the number of Jaffa had been fairly accurate and the fight didn't last long. The butt of a staff weapon struck him in the temple and he saw stars.
Jack was lifted from the floor and drug out of the ship. Two Jaffa marched behind Damas, forcing him to walk. The two were taken to an ornate throne room. A Jaffa stood at the pel'tak. He turned to face them when they entered.
"Her'ak, old buddy, did you miss me?" asked Jack when he saw the Jaffa.
Her'ak, first prime of Anubis, punched the human in the stomach and watched with please as he shrunk to his knees.
"Yeah, you missed me alright," groaned Jack from the floor.
"It would be wise for you to remain silent, Tau'ri, for my master would delight in seeing you beaten and broken."
"I'm sure he would, how's the old snake head anyway?"
Her'ak's boot collided with his face. Jack could swear he heard his nose break as he fell backwards. Blood ran down his front of his face,
"Take them to a holding cell, and make sure this one is kept under constant guard," ordered the First Prime, "for he surly will try to escape."
They were once again drug from the throne room before thrown into another cell. The energy field appeared in front of the door with a blue shimmer. Damas looked at the human who was curled up on the floor. Blood was running down his face from his nose, which Damas suspected was broken. The man had been a fool for antagonizing their captor.
Jack pushed himself up. The Jaffa had revealed more to the colonel than he had thought.
"Was that truly necessary?" asked Damas.
"Yep; Her'ak told us some very valuable intel and he didn't even know it."
"Oh?"
"Anubis is not here; which means my team has plenty of time to mount a rescue."
The stair case led downward. A long corridor followed, lit my dim lights that were imbedded in the walls. It led to a door that was made out of Precursor metal. The door opened when they approached. The room inside was filled with shelves, rows of shelves covered in ancient artifacts and scrolls.
They spread out and began searching around the room, marveled by what they saw.
"I don't see the Stargate," said Sam.
"There's more over here!" called Jak
A staircase led to a lower section of the room. In the center of the lower section sat the Stargate. Seem was in aw of the device. Sig glanced at the small pedestal that sat in front of it 'gate.
"Daniel," barked Sam.
"Already on it."
Daniel ran to the DHD and began entering the address for Earth. The two Wastelanders and Seem stepped back when the inner ring of the Stargate began to spin. They jumped back when the gate activated.
"General Hammond, this is Major Carter do you copy?"
"We copy you, Major. Your team had been MIA for a month, where they hell have you been?"
"It's a long story, Sir, but Colonel O'Neill has been captured by Anubis."
"Alright Major, come on home."
With a nod, Bra'tac, Jacob and Daniel went through the 'gate. Jak caught Sam's arm before she could go through.
"I'm coming with you."
Sam opened her mouth to speak but Jak interrupted her, "He's my father, Major."
"I've Jak is going then so am I," said Sig.
"So shall I. King Damas is one of us."
"Alright," said Sam, understanding how they feel.
The four of them entered the gate and it shut off the moment they emerged on the other side.
"I'm sorry sir, we can't find them."
General George Hammond had played those words inside his mind everyday for the last month. SG-1, along with Jacob Carter and Bra'tac had gone on a mission and had yet to return. He didn't even know if they were alive.
Every time the Stargate activated he would pray that is was SG-1 returning. Even now, he didn't give up hope. He knew they would return safe and sound, like they always did.
This time was no different. When the sirens sounded, Hammond left his office and descended the medal staircase down to the control room. Teal'c was in the control room when he arrived. The Jaffa was there every time it activated.
"No IDC, Sir," reported Walter, "receiving communication, audio only."
"General Hammond, this is Major Carter do you copy?"
Hammond breathed a sigh a relief as he heard Sam's voice echo from the computer before responding, "We copy you, Major. Your team had been MIA for a month, where they hell have you been?"
"It's a long story, Sir, but Colonel O'Neill has been captured by Anubis."
The aging General felt his heart stop but he knew he needed to get everyone else home first, "Alright Major, come on home."
With a nod, Walter opened the Iris that covered the Stargate event horizon; after a moment, Daniel, Jacob and Bra'tac. They were covered in dust and sand but otherwise unharmed. A minute passes before Sam stepped out, followed by three people he didn't recognize. The marines in the gate room raised there weapons.
"Stand down," ordered Sam and Daniel at the same time.
"Stand down," repeated Hammond into the microphone before he left to enter the Gate room with Teal'c following behind.
The blast door opened as Sam and Daniel were handing the P.90's too a marine who would put them back in the armory.
Jak looked as the elder man entered. He was baled and wore some sort of uniform. In fact every person he had seen wore a uniform of some sort. This was definitely a military installation.
"My name is General Hammond, welcome to Earth," announced the general to their three guests.
"General," acknowledged Sig, "I'm Sig; she's Seem, and this is Jak. The fur ball on his shoulder is Daxter."
"Gorge, I need to return to the Tok'ra to see if they have any information on where Anubis might take Jack."
"Talk to Walter; He'll send you where you need to go."
"I shall return as well, Hammond of Texas.; my allies in Anubis's ranks maybe able to help us."
"Please," motioned Hammond as the two walked past.
"Major, take your team to the infirmary and get Frasier to check you out. We'll debrief as soon as you're done," ordered Hammond before he turned to the other three, "Please, follow Major Carter and she'll take you to our infirmary. No harm will come to you. It's just to make sure you are not carrying any diseases or bacteria that could harm this base."
Sig glanced at Seem who nodded. The more they corporate, the sooner they could help Damas.
Damas didn't put much faith in what the human had said. His team was still stuck in Spargus. He had long suspected this Stargate was something they invented just to keep Damas from killing them, even though his son, Seem and the two Havenites believed them. He knew Spargus would survive without him if he died this day. Jak would be a fine king.
Jack was lying against the wall across the cell from where Damas stood. He knew Daniel would find the Stargate and then get home. He had every faith in the archeologist.
Damas was more than happy to sit in silence but it seemed that Jack had other plans.
"He's a good kid, your son, but I'm sure you already knew that."
"My son is not a child, Colonel, he hasn't been in a long time" replied Damas sharply as he was reminded of the years he had missed.
Jack recognized the tone, he'd heard it before. "Had a tough life, huh? It's a shame when kids don't get the childhood they deserve. It's probably the worse thing that can happen to them"
Damas looked over at the human. He wasn't sure if the man was just rambling or not. He knew his son was fond of the man but Damas was unsure of how much Jak had told him.
"Sarah set that to me once, my wife; well, technically she's my ex. Of course she was talking about Charlie but I've seen plenty of kids out there who suffered and its heart breaking every time."
Damas didn't miss the way that the Colonel's voice cracked when he said Charlie. It was in that moment that Damas saw something in his eyes. Something he had seen everyday for five years. Damas wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.
"Colonel," began Damas but he paused, unsure for the first time in years of how to proceed.
Jack looked up at the desert king. It was probably that look on his face that made him tell him. The almost hidden fear in his eyes, like he knew what Jack was going to say and he knew the pain from the loss of a child.
"Charlie was my son. A few months before I first stepped through the Stargate for the first time he died. Sarah and I were outside when we heard a thundering bang come from our bedroom. We raced through the house. He was already dead by the time we made it. He had found my service weapon hidden in a draw and accidentally pulled the trigger. He was only eight years old."
Damas had been right, he didn't want to know. Against all odds, Mar had returned to him but this man could never get his son back.
"You said my son had a hard life and you were right," began Damas, feeling like he owed the human something, "but I only know what he has told me of it. He was kidnapped and his mother killed before he was even a year old. I never saw him again until a year ago."
Somehow, Jack felt like he had been the luckier of the two. He knew his son's fate but this man had to live for who knows how many years only guessing.
"We're going to get out of here alive," assured Jack, "my people never leave anyone behind."
And this time Damas believed him.
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