Sam groaned as she came to, rubbing her head as she waited for her vision to slowly return. She really hated Jaffa-grenades.

"Sound off," she called out as she heard similar groans in the darkness around her.

"Feretti; isn't that my job, Major?" the Colonel said.

"Sorry, Sir, didn't know if you were here, let alone conscious."

"Nah, don't worry. Everybody else; Daniel, Teal'c?"

"Here," Daniel said, his voice accompanied by a soft patting as he felt around for his glasses — not that he needed them just yet, but he'd rather they not get crushed. Finding them (thankfully intact), he slid them on his face, noticing the barest hint of light starting to grow before his eyes.

"I am present as well," Teal'c added.

"Anybody hurt?" A chorus of 'no's' led Feretti to give an inaudible sigh of relief that quickly turned into a groan when Carter suddenly realized something.

"Wait, where's my dad?" Everyone felt around themselves, 'looking' for the Tok'ra, but as their sight returned it became obvious he wasn't there. Sam tamped down on her worry, concentrating on the situation at hand.

The room in which they were confined was rather small, with barely enough room for them all to have been sprawled out on the floor unconscious without lying atop each other. The walls and floor were stone, though the door was made of metal.

"Probably trinium," Sam said after examining it. "Without my tools I can't be sure, though."

"Understood, Carter," Feretti said. "All right, here's what we're going to do. I doubt whoever caught us is planning to just let us rot here, which means at some point they'll open that door. Teal'c, I want you waiting to grab whoever does. We're going for restrain-and-interrogate, not kill; we need to know more about where we are and who nabbed us. Carter, Jackson; I want you two against that wall where they won't see you when the door opens." Instructions given, Lou planted himself not far in front of the door, waiting to distract whoever came in long enough for Teal'c to subdue them.

Unfortunately, they had quite the wait.

TO BE CONTINUED:

Sorry this is so short, and un-beta-ed. I wanted to get you guys SOMETHING. Here's what's going on: the current stresses in my life right now have conspired and kidnapped my muse. I'm utterly stumped as to where to go from this bit.

SO. If you love me (or just the story, or just feel nice) help me out. Tell me what you thing would happen next, what you want to happen next, what you don't want to happen next. Help me brainstorm. Who comes into the room? Does SG1 successfully capture them? Where's Jacob? Help me figure it out, PLEASE.

Also, if you read my Trek fiction you've probably seen my latest in the drabble collection Candid Shots: Ch. 4 Red. If you haven't seen it, check it out (it really only requires basic knowledge of the new movies) to get an idea of my mind-state right now. Even if you're not a Trek fan or familiar with it, the underlying theme is there. Should be a good, easy way to see what I'm trying to battle right now.

I love you guys, and if it weren't for you, I'd've given up on this a LOOOOOONG time ago. Help me out one more time?

Marie.