Yet Another Cell
'Great, more dark rooms,' Jack thought as he slowly opened his eyes. This day was really not going well. They had already been captured twice, gotten shot at twice, knocked out twice, woken up in a dark room twice, and been locked in a cage. Oh what a wonderful day it was. Jack was surprised to realize that once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out various forms and figures around them.
They were in a square room, but it was still too dark to see where the door was. He was lying on what felt like a metal slab with a thin sheet of fabric draped over it. Not the best bed for his back. His bed type structure was pushed into one of the corners of the room and he could make out two similar beds in the other corners with figures resting on top of them as well. Jack really hoped that it was the sleeping forms of his teammates that he was looking at. In the last corner he saw a small indent in the wall with a curtain pulled in front of it. 'Bathroom,' Jack concluded.
With a groan, he sat up and slung his legs off the table. He brought a hand up to where the dart had been embedded and found just a small bump which itched slightly. Jack glanced back toward the other figures and wondered if he should wake them up or not to see if they were his teammates. At least he should figure out who they were, he really didn't need to wake them up.
Hopping down quietly from the bed, Jack took a step to make his way over to one of the beds in the corner. It was then that he noticed that the whole room was moving slightly. Unbalanced, Jack stumbled slightly and had to grab onto his bed to keep from falling. It was as though they were on a boat or something and Jack thought of how many people would get seasick if they were stuck in a dark cell like this. He knew that Daniel would. Knowing what to expect this time, Jack released his grip on the metal bed and once more started making his way toward the other two beds. This time it was much easier, years of fishing and boating having contributed to this.
Nearing the first bed, he saw the tousle of blonde hair which was unmistakably Sam's. He stood there and watched her for a moment, listening to her quiet breathing in the silence. He had been very scared when he had watched her being slammed into that wall with a piece of metal in her arm. He had almost felt her pain as her head smacked into the ground and she had fought for consciousness. And then he had watched as that star still jolted in her arm, wanting to tear through her bone and skin. It had hurt Jack more then he would ever admit. And then when those tough guys had been throwing her around, Jack had wanted nothing more then rip their eyes out of their sockets. It maddened him so much that they would hurt her when she wasn't able to fight back. He knew very well that Sam could fight back but not when she had a concussion and a bleeding arm.
"Sir, how long have you been watching me?" Jack was startled out of his thoughts and realized that two blue eyes was looking up at him and a small smile was playing on the Major's lips. Jack watched her for a moment before returning her smile.
"Just making sure you were breathing," he said, covering up the fact that he had been watching her sleep. Somehow though, he knew that she had known that he was watching her since he had first stepped up by her bed. Stepping back, he gave her some room so that she could sit up with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. "And we seem to be on a boat or something because the whole room is swaying," he added as Sam jumped down and also had to grab onto her bed to keep from stumbling.
"Good to know sir," she said under her breath as she turned to squint at the last bed through the darkness. "Where are we exactly?" she asked, taking cautious steps toward the Colonel who had made his way toward the third sleeping figure.
"I don't know, some dark cell of some sort," Jack said absentmindedly as he waved his hand in the air, motioning to the room. "Our real-estate agent seems to think that we really like these kinds of places," he added as an afterthought and to lighten the mood. Peeking down at the sleeping figure, Jack was satisfied to see that it was indeed Daniel who was lying there sleeping peacefully. "It's Danny-boy," he informed Sam as he reached out and shook Daniel gently by the shoulder. Two groggy blue eyes met Jack's brown ones. "Good morning sleepyhead. Sleeping on the job I see," Jack said with a lopsided grin. Daniel looked confused for a moment before he brought his hand up to his face to fix his crooked glasses.
"The dart," he said suddenly and recognition dawned on his face. It was then replaced by worry. "Where are we and where's Sam?" Jack sighed.
"We are most likely prisoners in some dark cell in a boat and yada yada," he said, rolling his eyes.
"And I'm fine," Sam piped up from where she was standing behind Jack. Daniel's eyebrows furrowed together and he pushed himself up and off the metal slab.
"Lovely beds they're supplying us with," he noted, fingering the fabric that was thrown on top of the metal slab. There was a sudden jolt and all the team-members were caught off-guard. Daniel went tumbling off the bed and Sam and Jack were thrown to the ground. There was a loud crash followed by a series of curses from the Colonel.
"Sir, are you ok?" Sam called out in alarm to the semi-darkness as she carefully picked herself up from the floor.
"I'm fine," came the forced reply a moment later followed by another curse.
"Jack, you're bleeding," Daniel said in alarm and Sam made her way toward their voices.
"I said that I was fine," Jack growled back. He had fallen right on the edge of the metal slab and cut open his side. A rather deep gash was now giving out an impressive amount of blood and causing Jack a lot of pain. Sam squinted through the darkness to try to make out the wound.
"It looks deep," she concluded and pretended that she hadn't seen the annoyed glare that Jack had shot her. "It would need stitches if we had the proper equipment."
"Let's just stop the bleeding first, shall we?" Daniel said with a lightly worried tone of voice. Sam nodded even though she knew they probably wouldn't be able to see it in the darkness.
"Help me get him on top of the bed," she said as she snaked her arm under Jack's and steadied him. Daniel did the same on the other side and together they all got Jack onto the bed in a sitting position.
"What was that?" Daniel asked, keeping a hand firmly planted on the bed. "And why is the whole room moving?"
"We're probably on a boat or something," Sam mumbled as she gently prodded Jack's side. He winced and let out a hiss and Sam bit her lip, giving him an apologetic glance.
"Oh, a boat, how lovely," Daniel said in a distracted voice, bringing his hand up to his stomach. "And where would the nearest bathroom be in this tiny cell of ours?" Sam looked up to see Daniel clenching his stomach with a sick expression on his face.
"Oh boy," she said under her breath as she turned to the Colonel for help. He raised a hand and pointed at one of the corners/
"Over there somewhere." He grunted. Sam stood and grabbed Daniel's arm, finding this situation sort of ironic. She was the one with a concussion and a metal star embedded in her arm, shouldn't they be taking care of her? Leading him toward the corner that the Colonel had pointed out, she was relieved to see a small indent in the stone wall were a toilet was placed. She guided the sick archaeologist toward this and when they reached the bathroom, he gratefully collapsed beside it.
"Uhm, I'm going to go make sure that Jack is alright," she said, torn between helping Daniel or Jack. He gave her a small nod and she exited, closing the curtain behind her. As she made her way back toward the bed that Jack was resting on, she could hear the distinguished sounds of vomiting coming from the corner of the room. She closed her eyes briefly and told herself that Jack's cut was more important. Jack had laid himself down on the bed and was currently muttering something about idiotic metal structures. As Sam approached, he squinted at her through the darkness.
"Is he ok?" he asked, referring to Daniel.
"Just a little sea-sick," Sam replied with a grimace. She and the Colonel were used to these kinds of things, having been in a fighter jet for long periods of time. These type of things didn't bother them anymore. Sam glanced around the room once more, trying to find something that might help Jack in this situation. Sighing, she made her way toward the bed that she had been laying on and took the fabric off and with her back to Jack. She tore the blanket into strips and then began making a make-shift bandage.
"Sir, I need you to sit up so that we can tie this around you and stop the bleeding," she said and she gentle helped him sit back up. Working quickly she wrapped the strips of fabric around his waist and tied it tightly in a knot, causing Jack to grunt and moan in pain. "Sorry," she mumbled under her breath but Jack didn't respond. She helped him lay back down again and then watched him for a moment.
Daniel came up to them with wobbly legs and a weak smile plastered on his face.
"I'm better now," he said and Sam gave him a sympathetic glance.
"You should probably lie down too," she suggested, glancing over at the bed that the Colonel had woken up on. Daniel only nodded and made his way toward the bed in the darkness. After making sure that both of her team members were alright, she made her way toward one of the walls. Sliding her hand across it, she tried finding some sort of crack or indent that would signify a door of some sort. Not finding any on that wall, she moved on to the next. Now she realized that the room was actually very cold and she was grateful for the sandals that protected her feet from the freezing stone floor.
"Sir, I think I might of found the door," she called out into the darkness as her fingers found a very straight crack that ran up and down the wall.
"Good job Carter, now see if you can open it," Jack replied with a strained voice. Sam reached up high with her hands and also found a crack running horizontal above her head. This was definitely a door. She tried making out a control panel of some sorts near the door but the stupid darkness made that task almost impossible. Even though her eyes had adjusted enough to see the outlines of objects in the room, she still had a hard time picking out details.
After spending about twenty minutes on trying to pry open the door, Sam gave up and slid to the floor with her back against the wall. Oh how she wished that they weren't in this situation right now.
