Jack awoke in pain, his whole body stiffened from lying in the slumped heap where he had been left in Camulus' gaudy throne room. His eyes were in direct line to the dais, which was currently empty of the current bane of his existence.

He could tasted the blood that had thickened at the side of his mouth, his ribs feeling like something was pressing on them every time he took a breath. He had been tortured before of course, but this…was agony. Maybe it felt worse because he felt it now, and it wasn't some screwed up memory from past torture sessions.

Maybe it was worse.

He groaned, the sound vibrating in his chest before he realised that he had made the noise, and after taking a moment to look around to assure he was alone in here, he rolled slowly to his back, the pressure on his ribs easing. He stared up at the high ceiling, wondering if Camulus realised that his cockiness would get him killed. Leaving him in his throne room without a guard posted? And not tied up?

Any minute now he would find the strength to get to his feet. To stand and find some weapon.

For now, there was no threat though, so he took this time to figure out exactly what injuries he had.

Broken ribs.

Check.

Dental work.

Check.

He was bleeding from somewhere, which would account for the dizziness he felt which he was sure wasn't all to do with the concussion he was sporting.

He moved his legs, finding a sharp pain splice up his left leg and he gasped, feeling the curse on his tongue, but unable to speak it due to the pain galloping through his body.

He so shouldn't have moved that.

Broken leg.

Check.

All he needed now was for Carter to splint it, and he'd be in heaven. Truly.

He attempted to sit up, pulling himself up and back against the closest wall, the gold hieroglyphs digging into his back. He was trailing blood. He looked down, finding that he was bleeding from a laceration on his leg where it was broken. The bone had obviously jutted through his skin when it had been snapped, and he understood why it had hurt so damn much before he'd passed out. If there was a time for numbness to set in, this would be it.

But it didn't; the throbbing growing so bad that he thought for a moment that he would prefer to be unconscious again.

Looked like he wasn't moving too far, which was a damn shame, because he had a hankering for Camulus blood at this moment. He guessed the god hadn't thought he would be getting up again either. Thus why he had no guards on him.

He'd sit here for just a moment, and then-

"Your usefulness has run out O'Neill." Camulus stated, sweeping into the room imperially, his cold, malicious expression telling Jack that this was probably it. It was over. He had no energy left to fight. No way to resist. The yellow light from the ribbon device billowed in his vision, and just as he felt the effects entwine around his senses, his last conscious thoughts were of Sam and the fact that Camulus was so screwed when she found him.

Sam.

Sam rushed through the lower levels of the ship, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs as she lead Daniel and Teal'c, who had refused to stay behind.

The assault of the rebels and the SGC's own incursion on the Jaffa forces had depleted their numbers and they would be beaten very soon, but Sam didn't care about any of that. Because Jack was missing.

She darted into the holding cell passageway and shot the Jaffa who turned to shoot them, not playing games. No hesitation. Maybe it was cold. Maybe she should have given him a chance to join the rebellion, but… she was at the end of her rope with this whole thing. She wanted to find Jack and get him out of here.

"Sam."

She ignored Daniel, moving swiftly to the controls of the cells, pulling the crystal tray and tearing out the first crystal she reached which forced the doors to jerk open. Frightened screams echoed in the passage, and thankfully, Daniel didn't push her, instead helping to calm the scared refugees who started to flood out of the rooms.

"Jack?" She called out, getting nothing in return, and a moment later, both Mitchell and Vala appeared, Vala supporting a banged-up Mitchell, who was leaning heavily on the slim woman, his face pale, holding his ribs and sporting a painfully split black eye.

"Making friends, Mitchell?" Daniel asked with a raised brow, helping Vala with the heavy man, ducking under his arm to hold him upright.

"Where's Jack?" Sam demanded sharply, the expression on Mitchell's face turning her stomach inside out. He didn't answer, Vala jumping in for him.

"We haven't seen the General in months. About the same amount of time you have been missing… we all thought you were dead, except Daniel…"

"Daniel, get Mitchell back to Earth with Vala. Teal'c…we have to search this ship. Jack is here." She said, feeling desperation tear at her stomach. Please, God, let him be okay.

She turned and sprinted off; handling the small radio that Maia had given her. "Maia, have you seen Jack?" She asked as she ran, voice jolting as she moved, Teal'c following her silently.

"I have not." Came the crackled response.

"Kalen?" She asked, feeling impatient as she paused in her steps, waiting for the response. Silence in the static. For a moment she considered the fact that he may very well be ignoring her out of spite even though the plan had worked and their planet was close to being free once more.

"We have taken the ships controls. Your Jack is here." Kalen replied, his calm voice sending relief through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, before she got a hold of herself and began to move swiftly towards the throne room.