Chapter Ten:
God, if you can hear me, get my people out of here alive. Please. And, if you can spare the extra time, make sure they end up all right. Please.
"So, what. We're being held prisoner by an unknown person or persons, in an unknown location. We don't know why we're here, and we don't know how to get home. That about it?" I asked, looking around at my team.
"You forgot that, even if we do escape, we don't know how to use the DHD," Sam piped up.
"Also that the beings who hold us are claiming to be gods," Teal'c added.
"I don't know, the one who was trying to talk to me didn't act like she thought of herself as a god," Daniel said.
I turned to look at him. "She?" The anthropologist blushed.
"Whoever they are, they're human," Sam, Carter (Carter Carter Carter!), said. "Or, at least, they look human," she amended.
Daniel agreed with a nod of his head. He had his arms wrapped over his chest, chin down. The blush had disappeared. I give you ten to one odds that he was trying to figure out whatever language his visitor had spoken.
"Yo, Danny, what you thinking about?" I asked, reaching across the table and tapping the surface right in front of his eyes.
Daniel's head shot up, eyes wide. "Wh-what?" he asked, shaking his head a little.
"What are you thinking about," I said, slowly.
He looked down, again. "Just replaying my conversation with Anayai," he muttered.
"Anayai?"
"The woman who came to try and talk to me."
"Oh," I said, sitting back. He blushed. Again. This was too easy. She was either a babe, or had thrown herself unabashedly at his feet, or both. That's my Danny, universal ladies man. Even the aliens can't get enough of him. Wish I had as much luck with the fish.
* * *
I don't know how much later it was, but all of the sudden the lights went off again. This time, when they came back, there was food on the table. Although, I use the word 'food' loosely. It actually looked like someone had taken all of our MRE's and melted their contents together. The four of us exchanged similar looks. The damned things were hard enough to eat on their own. This was pushing it.
I forced a smile onto my face and forced my nose to stop working. It only partially worked. I reached out, grabbed a semi-solid lump that appeared to have once been a roll, and shoved half of it in my mouth. Gotta keep that strength up, after all.
The maybe-roll tasted like, chicken, and spaghetti sauce. Not a combination that I would have chosen on my own, but survivable. Well, that was what I told myself. The others watched me, closely, for a minute. When it became apparent that I wasn't going to keel over from food poisoning they all grabbed, something, from the concoction and took their own timid bites.
If my face looked anything like theirs as they ate whatever they'd grabbed then my 'roll' had tasted even worse than I'd allowed myself to half believe.
Ick.
* * *
I was half dozing, listening to Carter spout techno-babble at the speed of light, when the lights went out, again. Silence.
When the lights came back up I was alone. The 'food' was gone, and so was my team. "Shit," I muttered, completely awake now. Dear God, please, let me get my team out of this.
I pushed myself away from the table, standing. I was alone again. I didn't know where my team was. I didn't know where I was. Shit seemed about the right speed.
"Please, be seated," a voice came from behind me. I spun around to face the table again. There was a kid leaning against the chair opposite mine, the one Daniel had been in. "Please, be seated," she said, again.
I sat down.
The girl took the other seat, her face impassive, blank. And she was a girl, make no mistake of that. If she was over twenty I would eat Carter's captain's bars, she doesn't need them anymore anyways.
"Are you Anayai?" I asked, trying to make myself comfortable under that gaze. It was impossible. Those eyes did not belong in that kid's face. They belonged in the face of someone who'd seen and done things that there's no coming back from. I'd seen those eyes in the mirror on more than one occasion.
She snorted. "I am not Anayai, the one who came to your comrade," she answered.
"Then who the hell are you?"
Her brows furrowed together, her mouth pressed into a thin line. "I do not understand the language you speak," she finally said.
"Swell."
"Put your hand on the table," she said. Her voice sounded curious, almost. I didn't know if I wanted her to be curious.
I put my hand on the table. "Interesting, can you understand me?" she asked. I met her eyes. "If you can understand me, raise your hand," she said.
I raised my hand.
"Do you speak my language?" she asked. I let my hand fall back to the table. "If you speak my language raise your hand."
My hand stayed on the table.
"Interesting," she said again, pushing herself to her feet and pacing. "You understand my words, yet you do not speak our language." She kept muttering to herself, then turned back to face me.
"You will return to your cell now," she said.
Light. Again. Lots and lots of light.
Explode to black.
A/N: review, review, review. PLEASE! Yes, I'm needy, but, that's me. Besides, I'm working on so many things that I need help to keep it all straight. See ya soon campers.
God, if you can hear me, get my people out of here alive. Please. And, if you can spare the extra time, make sure they end up all right. Please.
"So, what. We're being held prisoner by an unknown person or persons, in an unknown location. We don't know why we're here, and we don't know how to get home. That about it?" I asked, looking around at my team.
"You forgot that, even if we do escape, we don't know how to use the DHD," Sam piped up.
"Also that the beings who hold us are claiming to be gods," Teal'c added.
"I don't know, the one who was trying to talk to me didn't act like she thought of herself as a god," Daniel said.
I turned to look at him. "She?" The anthropologist blushed.
"Whoever they are, they're human," Sam, Carter (Carter Carter Carter!), said. "Or, at least, they look human," she amended.
Daniel agreed with a nod of his head. He had his arms wrapped over his chest, chin down. The blush had disappeared. I give you ten to one odds that he was trying to figure out whatever language his visitor had spoken.
"Yo, Danny, what you thinking about?" I asked, reaching across the table and tapping the surface right in front of his eyes.
Daniel's head shot up, eyes wide. "Wh-what?" he asked, shaking his head a little.
"What are you thinking about," I said, slowly.
He looked down, again. "Just replaying my conversation with Anayai," he muttered.
"Anayai?"
"The woman who came to try and talk to me."
"Oh," I said, sitting back. He blushed. Again. This was too easy. She was either a babe, or had thrown herself unabashedly at his feet, or both. That's my Danny, universal ladies man. Even the aliens can't get enough of him. Wish I had as much luck with the fish.
* * *
I don't know how much later it was, but all of the sudden the lights went off again. This time, when they came back, there was food on the table. Although, I use the word 'food' loosely. It actually looked like someone had taken all of our MRE's and melted their contents together. The four of us exchanged similar looks. The damned things were hard enough to eat on their own. This was pushing it.
I forced a smile onto my face and forced my nose to stop working. It only partially worked. I reached out, grabbed a semi-solid lump that appeared to have once been a roll, and shoved half of it in my mouth. Gotta keep that strength up, after all.
The maybe-roll tasted like, chicken, and spaghetti sauce. Not a combination that I would have chosen on my own, but survivable. Well, that was what I told myself. The others watched me, closely, for a minute. When it became apparent that I wasn't going to keel over from food poisoning they all grabbed, something, from the concoction and took their own timid bites.
If my face looked anything like theirs as they ate whatever they'd grabbed then my 'roll' had tasted even worse than I'd allowed myself to half believe.
Ick.
* * *
I was half dozing, listening to Carter spout techno-babble at the speed of light, when the lights went out, again. Silence.
When the lights came back up I was alone. The 'food' was gone, and so was my team. "Shit," I muttered, completely awake now. Dear God, please, let me get my team out of this.
I pushed myself away from the table, standing. I was alone again. I didn't know where my team was. I didn't know where I was. Shit seemed about the right speed.
"Please, be seated," a voice came from behind me. I spun around to face the table again. There was a kid leaning against the chair opposite mine, the one Daniel had been in. "Please, be seated," she said, again.
I sat down.
The girl took the other seat, her face impassive, blank. And she was a girl, make no mistake of that. If she was over twenty I would eat Carter's captain's bars, she doesn't need them anymore anyways.
"Are you Anayai?" I asked, trying to make myself comfortable under that gaze. It was impossible. Those eyes did not belong in that kid's face. They belonged in the face of someone who'd seen and done things that there's no coming back from. I'd seen those eyes in the mirror on more than one occasion.
She snorted. "I am not Anayai, the one who came to your comrade," she answered.
"Then who the hell are you?"
Her brows furrowed together, her mouth pressed into a thin line. "I do not understand the language you speak," she finally said.
"Swell."
"Put your hand on the table," she said. Her voice sounded curious, almost. I didn't know if I wanted her to be curious.
I put my hand on the table. "Interesting, can you understand me?" she asked. I met her eyes. "If you can understand me, raise your hand," she said.
I raised my hand.
"Do you speak my language?" she asked. I let my hand fall back to the table. "If you speak my language raise your hand."
My hand stayed on the table.
"Interesting," she said again, pushing herself to her feet and pacing. "You understand my words, yet you do not speak our language." She kept muttering to herself, then turned back to face me.
"You will return to your cell now," she said.
Light. Again. Lots and lots of light.
Explode to black.
A/N: review, review, review. PLEASE! Yes, I'm needy, but, that's me. Besides, I'm working on so many things that I need help to keep it all straight. See ya soon campers.