It took more effort than Sam expected to keep her promise to Jack. She found herself wanting to snap at the men around her every time they said something that could be construed as mildly sexiest. Something was definitely going on with her. First, she allowed herself to make out with her commanding officer, she then disobeyed a direct order, and now she's lashing out at the people who might be able to help them. It was like her brain to mouth filter decided to take a vacation.
"What is the purpose of these moronic slave cuffs?" said asked suddenly drawing everyone's attention. There's that brain to mouth thing again, she chastised herself. At least she had lasted a few hours.
"It's designed to control a slave through punishment," Teegan answered. "It also slowly erases the wearer's free will; makes them more manageable."
"Seriously?" Jack asked a horrific look on his face.
"It's like sodium thiopental, sir," Sam explained at his look, "truth serum. A very slow acting, technological-based truth serum. It lowers inhibitions, as well as, leaves the person open to suggestion. I can't believe I didn't feel it before. It would explain some of my recent behavior."
Jack looked like someone had punched him in the gut. Sam knew he was likely thinking about last night and their impromptu make out session. But she'd initiated it as much as he had, hadn't she?
"How long have you worn the cuff?" Teegan asked her.
"A little over two days now," she kept eyeing Jack waiting for him to say something, but he remained stoic.
"Then you are only beginning to feel it's effects. At this stage, the cuff is only lowering your inhibitions. Anything you do is still by your own choice, at least for now," Teegan explained.
"Then what?" She really didn't think she wanted to know.
"After about a week, you'll lose the ability to differentiate between what you want and what he wants," Teegan nodded toward Jack. "The cuff you wear is directly linked to the controller cuff he wears. Even now, it's creating a mental bond between you."
"Can I just take off the controller until we find a way to remove her cuff?" Jack finally spoke, his usual sarcastic tone completely gone.
"It would leave her too vulnerable. As long as the controller is in your possession, no one else can bond with her," Teegan's eyes were filled with understanding at the pained expression on Jack's face. "We do have a way to alter the cuff's effects, but it takes quite a commitment from both the slave and owner."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Jack's voice was gruff. Teegan said nothing for several seconds, and Sam had the distinct impression he was searching for something as he looked between her and Jack. His gaze finally settled on their intertwined hands.
"I believe you will," Teegan finally said.