Rating:MA
Warnings: Sexual situations
A/N: This story is my first smut so I hope you would like it. It would be really nice to read your feedback in the comments. :)
Thank you Blueandie :)
The warmth of the room woke Jack up. He was lying on the floor covered by something soft, some sort of fur. "Where am I?" crossed his mind. He opened his eyes and realized that he couldn't see anything. The room was pitch black. No lights, candles or any other source of light.
"Crap." A quiet curse escaped his lips.
Jack changed his position from lying to sitting and leaned against the wall that was pleasantly cold in contrast to the warm and stuffy room. While enjoying the cool feeling offered by the rough stone to his back, a quiet sigh came from the opposite side of the room, not far from his position. His senses tried to distinguish that sound, because it sounded familiar. A few seconds passed until another, louder sigh resonated throughout the room. Very familiar.
"Carter?" asked Jack, precariously. No answer. He tried again, but louder. "Carter, is it you?"
"Sir? Yes, it's me." Her voice sounded weirdly unfocused.
A feeling of relief ran through his body. "Are you okay?" asked Jack, trying to stand up. However, his movement was too sudden and he had to touch the wall to regain his balance again. According to the sounds that Sam was making, she wanted to stand up too. "Be careful and stand up slowly, Carter. Otherwise you can-" He didn't finish his sentence, when he heard how Sam crashed into the wall.
"Auch."
"As I said," he muttered under his breath. "Everything is fine over there?"
"Yes, yes. I stood up too quickly and scratched my shoulder. Nothing serious, Sir."
"I am glad. Any signs of Daniel or Teal'c?"
"Negative, Sir."
"T, Daniel? Are you here?" Jack had to try it despite the feeling that nobody would answer. His assumption was right. They were alone.
"It seems they are not with us." Sam paused and took a deep breath. "Sir, are you feeling dizzy? It's a weird feeling."
Sam was right. He wouldn't have described it as dizziness, but something was definitely going on in his body. "Yeah, I feel it too. I hope it's just a temporary condition."
"Let's hope so," replied Sam while rubbing her injured shoulder.
"By the way Carter, where are we actually?" Jack tried to remember how they got there, but his mind was blank.
"I don't know. The last memory I have is standing in front of the Gate, prepared to travel to P4T-857."
Now she mentioned it, that memory came to his mind.
"Yes, MALP did confirm that the planet was safe for us to explore. Hm, but I also remember something else." Jack tried to catch that memory.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Flowers." It was all he could think of.
"Flowers? A special kind?"
"I don't know, Carter. Do I look like a florist?" He made a short pause as he tried to concentrate on the memory. "They were colorful."
"Never mind. Maybe we will remember the details later." Her words left a spark of hope hanging in the air.
"Maybe." Jack was ready to cross the room and meet Sam. "Carter, be prepared. I am coming clos-" He didn't get to even finish what he wanted to say before he bumped into her.
"Jesus, this room is small. Are you hurt?" He placed his palm on her shoulder to provide their balance. She grabbed it with her hand instinctively. "It was unexpected, but thank you for your quick reaction, Sir," said Sam as she gently patted his hand. Small, simple things, such as her touch, made him shiver. He loosened the grip of his hand and removed it from her shoulder.
However, one thought was still bothering him. While touching her shoulder, he didn't feel any cloth from the T-shirt that she had been wearing when they were still in SGC. Actually, at this very moment, he realized that he was also not dressed in his usual clothes too. He was half naked and dressed just in underwear. As he touched the fabric, the reality of their situation hit him like a shock wave and he slumped against the wall. That thing - he couldn't have even called it underwear - was just a piece of thin cloth in the shape of boxer shorts.
"Shit." Jack had to release his surprise.
"What happened, Sir?" Despite her surprise, the exhaustion in Sam's voice was still very much there.
"What are you wearing, Carter?" That question came out of him out of blue.
"What?"
Jack could hear confusion in her voice. "What are you wearing?!" he asked, more assertively this time.
"My T-shirt and-" Sam suddenly stopped. "Shit." A quiet curse slipped through her lips as she was, according to the sound, touching her body. "I have some sort of thin underwear." She was quiet for a moment. "Also all of my equipment is gone, Sir." A slight note of helplessness appeared in her voice for a second.
"Same here. They had to have undressed us."
"They?" Despite trying to concentrate on Jack's words, it was difficult to keep up with his thoughts.
"Yes, Carter." He started to lose patience. "Whoever they are, took everything. Our clothes, equipment, weapons. Everything!"
"Huh" was everything that she said.
"Major, wake up! We need your brain to get us out of here." Jack started to feel annoyed.
"Sorry, Sir." Jack heard her slide along the wall back to the soft floor. "Just a second. I still don't feel all that good." Lack of light and stuffy air in the room wasn't helping her with putting herself together.
Jack was surprised that he wasn't as dizzy as he was annoyed by their situation. However, his reactions felt too exaggerated even for him. Normally he could have controlled himself much better. "Okay, somewhat better," said his mind.
"Easy, Major. I didn't mean to push your limits." Signs of irritation suddenly started to fade away and in their place, there was a growing need to take care of her and the weird condition she was in.
"You can rest however long you need." He hoped his voice sounded friendly.
"Thank you, Sir." Sam sounded more enthusiastic than before. "I remembered that we found something on that planet. But every time when I want to grasp that memory, it flows away."
"Don't think about it too much and try to rest, Carter."
She was sitting and resting for the few next minutes when she finally spoke again. "I think I am already better, Sir." Her voice wavered as she spoke, but Jack didn't question it. "What are we going to do now?"
"I have an idea, but are you really feeling okay?" Jack didn't want her to pass out once they started moving.
"I am not 100% fine but 60% should be also enough...for now." Jack heard a smile in her words. "60% of Carter is still better than no Carter." His own smile was lost in the darkness.
"Okay, so then let's explore the walls," Jack suggested, his hands already placed on the wall next to him. "I start from here and you can from your position. Try to look for a door, switch or anything suspicious."
"He was not going to die here. They need to find something that could get them out of here." "Yes, Sir." Sam stood up more carefully than the first time and started to check the surface of the walls.
Jack moved to the left side and carefully examined the cold surface of the wall. His fingers were looking for something unusual, some gap or a hump.
It took several minutes before he reached a place that felt very different from the stone wall. It was wood, precisely a wooden door with a metallic handle.
"Hey, I found something," said Jack, very excited.
"I am coming to you, Sir. There is nothing on my side of the room." Sam was slowly sliding along the wall to Jack's position. He stretched out his hand in her direction and found hers. He grabbed it and gently pulled her towards him.
"Thanks," she said and let their grip last a little bit longer than was necessary. He was distracted by that delicate moment, but after a second, released their connection with a guilty feeling lurking in his mind.
"Huh, yeah. No problem." He cleared his throat and moved the handle. Nothing happened. The doors were still closed. "Crap. They are locked." He couldn't hide his disappointment.
"Let me check them up, Colonel." She moved closer to him and, after a small search, found something that Jack missed.
"Sir! I think I found locks." She grabbed his hand and placed it on the lock that was above the handle. "Precisely 3 locks. But no signs of a mechanism that would open them."
That sudden spark of hope that Jack felt, disappeared as fast as it came.
"We have to open them somehow!" Jack pounded his fist on the door a few times. "Daniel, Teal'c, we're here! Can anybody hear me?!" No response. Pushing back his frustration, he turned back to Sam. "Carter, do you have an idea how to get us out of here?"
"To be honest, Sir." Her tone was already saying it without words and he didn't want to hear it.
"No. We didn't find anything except the door and some kind of locks. Any panel of power source or crystals and plus without equipment..." Sam didn't finish her sentence, but Jack knew what she wanted to say.
"I am sorry, Sir." Her apology confirmed his concerns.
"It's not your fault, Major. The last thing we have left is our hope that Daniel and Teal'c will save us."
"If they aren't in the same position as we are." As she said it, Jack heard how she glided along the wall and sat down on the floor.
"Carter?!" Jack was suddenly super focused, waiting on her to respond.
"I am down here. I needed to sit a bit."
"Jesus Carter, next time tell me when you want to do it again. I thought you just passed out." While saying it, Jack joined her. He didn't properly estimate the distance between them and sat so close to her that their shoulders touched. "Ehm, I am sorry," said Jack and wanted to move away, but she stopped him by grabbing his hand lightly.
"It's okay, Sir," and she let her hand fall back to her lap. He stayed. Perhaps she needed to lean on something.
"Sir, I think something is in the air."
"What do you mean, Major?"
"At the beginning I felt pretty tired, but now it is different. Maybe there is something in that air that made me feel like that. Maybe some drug."
"Different? How different?" He had a suspicion, but wasn't sure if he should say it out loud.
"My senses and feelings are somehow," Sam paused to think about the proper words, "stronger and more sensitive. I can't explain it better." As she said it, Jack felt how her head found a place on his shoulder. The smell of her hair reminded him of one of their earlier quiet moments in SGC.
"Carter the Superwoman?" He joked about her previous statement trying to cover his growing nervousness of her close presence. She turned her head towards his arm and softly giggled. Her lips touched his skin and her breath tickled his hairs. Jack was truly surprised by her innocent reaction that managed to evoke strong shivers of excitement passing down his spine.
"I know what you meant, Major." His thoughts were running at full speed. When such a tiny touch made him feel that, what would happen to him if he imagined more. Her warm breath. Her sitting so close. Her in underwear. "Jesus, Jack stop!" Too late, because his blood began to concentrate in a certain part of his body. At that moment, as Jack realized it, the silence in the room was disturbed by a mechanical sound. They both jumped on the spot and stood up in a hurry.
"What happened?" asked Jack restlessly as he heard Sam move to the door and examine its surface. She didn't respond immediately, but after a few seconds she gasped.
"Carter?" The feeling of his nervousness was increasing.
"Sir, one lock is opened. That was the sound that we heard." The excitement in her voice couldn't be denied.
"Can you also open the other two?" Her enthusiasm also affected him. "Please, say yes."
"No, Sir. Their status didn't change. I don't see any possibility of opening them with force."
Jack, disappointed by that revelation, leaned against the wall. "Not even with your Superwoman force, Carter?" Humor has always been the only thing that helped him detach himself from tense situations.
"With Luke Skywalker's maybe." Her voice, despite being in an unpleasant situation, still sounded lighthearted.
"Hey, Carter. That was a joke. One point for you." He couldn't believe it, but he was laughing. They were locked without a vision of help, but he was laughing on that stupid movie reference. He didn't even like that film. Too much sci-fi.
Sam cut through his thoughts. "Maybe we activated it somehow and didn't realize it. We should try to replay our actions."
"Carter, I will do whatever you say, just get us out of here."
They sat back down on the floor and Sam put her head on his shoulder. Jack was too focused to enjoy their proximity.
"No, it's nothing," said Jack disappointed.
"What were we talking about, Sir?"
"You started with the topic 'Something is in the air'". He made air quotes with his fingers but realized too late that nobody could see them.
"Yes, and then after a few minutes you agreed. Why did it take so long?"
Jack was going back to his memories and tried to recollect it out loud. "Hm, yes. It took a while. You giggled and I started to feel something. Something strong and my- Jesus, no! It can't be!"
"What?" Sam couldn't hide her curiosity.
"Nothing." Jack's voice was strong and vigorous. "I don't want to talk about it." Then he stood up next to the door and placed his hands on the adjacent wall in a determination to calm himself down.
"Sir, maybe it could help us." She was relentless.
Jack knew she was right, but he couldn't say it. "I don't think so, Carter." His hands were shaking in despair as he considered the consequences of his possible escape plan.
"But Sir? Please tell me what you're thinking." Sam couldn't let it go.
Jack turned his head to her direction and gave vent to the anger building within him. "I am not going to talk about it, Carter! Will you stop asking me or do I have to give you an order?!" A feeling of shame filled his body immediately after he finished his last word.
Without a response, Sam stood up from the floor and moved past him, lightly bumping into his back as she passed in the dark.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was quiet as she apologised. "I wanted to just check the locks again."
Jack sighed. "No. It's me who should be sorry."
"It's because of the air, Sir. Your ability to control your attitude is suppressed." Her attempt to calm him down after his unprofessional rage made him feel even more ashamed than before.
"I would like to believe that." Jack's voice was unusually quiet.
"Then trust me, Sir." This time her hand touched his back intentionally. That fleeting touch lasted just a moment, but said more than words would have.
"It's difficult, Carter."
"Maybe it's not me, who can get us out of here, but you."
Jack took a deep breath. "I felt something. Down there on the floor, when your head was on my shoulder." He made a short pause, not sure if he wanted to continue.
Sam seemed to sense his insecurity and provided some encouragement. "Please continue, Sir."
Jack sighed desperately. "Jesus, Carter. You turned me on!"
"Oh," Sam responded.
"Can you imagine how awkward this situation is for me?" He removed his hands from the wall and let them hang next to his body, still turned with his back to Sam.
"Hmm." Sam nodded absent-minded.
"Hey, Carter. Are you there?" Jack desperately wanted to know what she was thinking.
"Huh? Yes, yes I am here. I think I have a plan how to get us out of here." She sounded pretty nervous and something about that made him restless.
"Really? Perfect. But why don't I like the tone of your voice?"
"I'm sorry, Sir."
He didn't understand. "Why are you sorry?"
Sam ignored his question. "I need to try it."
"What-?" And then he felt it. Her right hand touched his shoulder and glided down to his fingers to touch them fleetingly. Her fingertips ran across his palm and disappeared.
"Carter! What are you doing?!" His voice didn't sound as decisive as he had planned.
Sam stepped closer and pushed her body on his back. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and whispered to his ear. "I am trying to open the door." She hesitated a second, but then said again, "I'm sorry."
Jack didn't have time to react to her apology, because as soon as she finished speaking, she pressed her lips against his neck. "Carter." The tone of his voice changed from determined to pleading. Still tiptoed, Sam kissed the back of his neck and stepped back. She let her hands hug his waist as her kisses continued down along his spine.
Jack's pulse was erratic and the blood was being quickly delivered to the one place where he didn't wish to have it right now. He couldn't believe that this was her plan. "Jesus, what if she is right?" He didn't have time to think about it too much, because his growing erection was now pressing against a thin cloth of his underwear and making it very difficult to think about something else than her soft kisses.
Jack didn't do anything that would encourage Sam to progress further, but he didn't stop her as well. He tried to keep his composure and trust in her plan but it became too difficult to do so as her hand approached his crotch. Jack temporarily conquered his desire and suddenly placed his hand on hers in an attempt to stop her.
"No, Carter. You shouldn't do this," said Jack, fighting with himself.
"I shouldn't, but I must." Sam ignoring his hand found a rim of his underwear, slipped under it her fingers and released his erection into free space. Jack's fighting spirit faded away and left him with nothing but a surprised moan. His mind, too weak to protest, let her fingers wrap all around his cock and gently squeeze it.
"Jesus, Carter," came out of his mouth when the first drops of precum wet his tip. At that moment, both heard how the second lock opened in a known sound.
Holding him still, Sam whispered. "I think we are doing it right."
"I don't think what we are doing is right." However, his shaking voice was less convincing.
She didn't even let him exhale when she moved on. Her thumb found his tip and ran across it, wetting all of its surface. Jack didn't expect such a bold reaction. He clenched his fists and let out a muffled sigh. Sam continued with rubbing it, just with circular movements of her finger, until a second load of precum reached her skin. Jack's cock twitched under his growing arousal caused by Sam's incredible teasing.
"You're playing with me." He muttered almost inaudibly and placed his left hand on the wall in front of him. Sam didn't answer, but Jack felt how her lips touched his bare skin on his back and formed in a smile. Then they kissed his skin again softly.
Jack couldn't hold himself back anymore and suddenly wrapped his hand around hers and started to stroke his cock with a feeling of her skin on it.
"You are killing me, Sam." He said between the desperate sighs that were emanating from his throat. She let him lead the move and after he released his grip, she continued at a set speed. Jack was desperately groaning with every stroke that Sam made. However, the longer he had to stand her touch, the more he knew that this was not enough to bring him to climax. All of the sudden, Sam stopped and moved slightly away from his body. Jack surprised, turned around and blinked into the darkness.
"Carter?" He needed more.
"Yes, Sir?" She was there, but not as close as before.
Jack gathered the courage. "It's difficult to ask for it, but-"
Sam jumped into his words. "You need more, am I right?"
"Damn, are you reading my mind?!" He was pretty surprised by her prompt reaction, but, honestly, there was no point in pretending. Jack quietly sighed and without any signs of protest agreed. "Yes."
She was waiting only for his positive reaction to progress further. Her hand grabbed his wrist and guided it to her hip. She repeated the same action with his other wrist. His trembling hands from a hard-to-hide desire touched the cloth that was covering her pelvis. It was really soft, thin fabric and, for a moment, a captivating idea of tearing it apart crossed his mind. He got slightly carried away by that idea and buried his fingers to her body, pulling her closer. When her warm breath started to regularly touch his neck, Jack knew that she was close enough to hear his whisper.
"Turn around, Carter."
He helped her to do it by pushing her gently with his hands placed on her hips. When she was positioned as he wished, he placed his hand around her belly and pulled her against him. His erection was trapped between him and Sam's butt with a tip touching her bare skin. Feeling her so close, he couldn't resist and thrusted against her gently. His tip rubbed against her intensely and wet her skin with another wave of precum.
"Shit." Jack cursed under a rush of adrenaline and growing desire, hardly catching his breath. After a few more thrusts, he placed his forehead on her back in an attempt to rest a bit and calm down his moans.
In the sudden silence that followed, he realized that Sam's breath was irregular and her belly muscles were quivering under his touch. His verbal expression of suppressed desire had likely made her uneasy and he felt very embarrassed for being so selfish.
"I'm sorry, Carter."
"Why, Sir?" answered Sam with a trembling voice.
"I am putting you into an uncomfortable position by following my own desire." Jack was still trying to catch his breath.
"You shouldn't be sorry. You are my boss and I am there to help you with whatever you need, Colonel." Jack's fingers caressed her belly gently as she spoke which resulted in her last word disappearing in a covetous sigh.
"You're right, Major. And as the boss, I need to make sure my subordinate gets the best treatment possible." Jack didn't wait for her answer and moved his free hand onto her breast which was covered by the same cloth as her groin, and grasped it passionately. Sam didn't expect his reaction and trembled under the rush of emotions. Her hand met his, that was resting on her tummy, and intertwined their fingers together.
In a short time, the silky piece of cloth under Jack's palm revealed a hardened nipple. The knowledge that his touch turned her on, made him moan close to her ear and squeeze her breast tighter. Gasping, Sam pushed her butt against his erection and began to spontaneously circle her hips, creating sounds indicative of her increasing desire. The head of his cock was slowly sliding between her skin and the edge of her panties, leaving the marks of his precum on them.
"Jesus, Carter," sighed Jack and buried his face in her hair, breathing her scent. His palm on her breast relaxed so that his fingers could begin to focus on her sensitive spot. Small teasing circles with an occasional light rub of her erected nipple brought her to the pleading moans coming from the deep core of her body. Sam's muscles shivered and her grasp tightened every time Jack's fingertip touched her.
The desire that was building within her encouraged Jack in his next move. He moved his hand on her other breast, grabbing the sides of her underwear and sliding it down. Despite the fact that the cloth was soft and elastic, the irritation that its movement caused, made her groan really loudly and bury her fingers into his firm thighs. Sam almost lost her balance, but Jack quickly wrapped his arms around her and provided her with support.
"Thank you," Sam gasped.
"Anytime," Jack whispered to her ear and left a warm kiss on her neck. His arms were tightly hugging her around her belly and playing with the fabric that was, a few seconds ago, wrapped around her breasts. When he regained confidence in her balance, he finally let himself be overwhelmed by long-term desire and cupped her breasts in a passion. His fingers started to tease and rub her again.
"Sir." Sam leaned her head back against his chest and let her hands impatiently caress his thighs. Her touches didn't help him in controlling himself. While his left hand was still playing with her breast, his right hand was slowly sliding to her lap. Sam noticing his intentions, straightened up and placed her own hand on his, playing with her nipple. Jack felt her body tense in anticipation of his touch.
His own fingers were trembling from impatience until they felt that familiar feeling of soft, silky and, in this case, also very wet piece of fabric. At that moment, he realized how ready she was for him and a wave of desire that he could no longer suppress, ran through his body. He thrusted against her with a curse on his lips. In response, Sam flexed her body and almost painfully dug her fingers to his legs.
"Jack," was everything she could have said before his finger found her clit and brushed across it. Jack started to rub her clit, thrusting against her at the same time as he was kissing and gently biting her back. They moaned in unison and their sounds were filling the air in the room. Sam's hips were moving in a rhythm to provide the best pressure against Jack's finger.
It didn't take long until Jack realized that Sam was close to reaching her climax.
He stopped, suddenly without any warning. Sam's body trembled and she herself sighed in frustration.
"Sir?" The desperate tone of her voice reassured him that she was close.
"C'mere," said Jack, turning her towards him and placing his hands on her inner thighs, pushing them gently apart. Sam didn't protest and moved her legs, eager to feel his touch again. Now standing against each other, Jack grabbed his cock to one hand and guided it to her. As he touched her soaked panties, Sam's muscles twitched and her hands grasped his shoulders. Jack slipped his cock between her legs and despite the cloth, he immediately felt her warmth pressing against him.
"Jesus." He flung his head back and swallowed the sigh. Then he grabbed her hips and started to rub her with the head of his cock. He couldn't believe that simple touch would cause him such enjoyment. He started to do it for her, but in the end, he wasn't sure who was enjoying it more. Moans were escaping his lips regularly and his hands were shaking in a growing desire. He would not last long anymore. The stronger Sam's fingers were digging to his shoulders, the faster his movements were becoming.
"Sir, please." The words were gasped between sighs, but he could barely hear her anymore. "Please, don't stop." She was almost whining under the weight of approaching orgasm. She took a fast and deep breath three or four times and then passionately moaned. Her grasp on his shoulders tightened as her body twitched in a pleasure that was passing through her. Sam pressed her thighs together in a reaction to her orgasm, unaware of how much satisfaction it would bring it to Jack.
"Christ, Carter." He thrusted one more time against her with a loud groan and released the pressure that had been building within him for such a long time. His body was shaking and goosebumps were running down his body.
The third lock opened.
Sam's grip loosened, Jack's moans died away. Both of them tried to calm down their breaths and focus.
"C'mere." Jack embraced Sam and pulled her gently to his body. She hugged him back and placed her head on his chest. Their half naked bodies were warming each other while the beat of their hearts slowed back down.
"10 points to you," said Sam and softly giggled.
"I deserve at least 20, don't you think?" They both laughed in relief. Then they slowly pulled away from each other and adjusted their clothes.
"Carter?" Jack didn't know how to say it.
"Yes, Sir?"
"I would appreciate it, if that what happened here would stay between us."
"You don't need to worry, Sir." The decisive tone of her voice calmed him down.
"Let's get out of here, Carter." Jack was eager to find out what was going on with that damn place. It took him a bit longer to find the handle, and as he succeeded and opened the door, a bright light blinded him for a second.
"Damn." Jack put his arm in front of the face. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that he was not standing in the room anymore. Instead, he was looking at a meadow with trees and colorful flowers. Those flowers. Standing next to the trees were weird pieces of unknown technology. As he moved closer, he started to recognize two people sitting in those devices. It was him and Sam. He froze on the spot and glanced behind him in an effort to find Carter. She was not there. All that surrounded him was the meadow, without any trace of the room where they had been captured. Cautiously, Jack stepped towards the version of himself sitting in that device and realized that he and Carter were connected to it by electrodes attached to their heads.
As he touched the Jack who was sitting inside, he suddenly woke up in its place within that alien device, looking out towards where he'd just been standing. He had started to take the electrodes off when a silent voice in his head left a message.
"Ultorians are thankful for your transmission."
"What the heck was that?" Jack, slightly disoriented, stepped out of that device and noticed that Sam just woke up too. She removed the thin cables from her head and froze on the spot for a moment. Jack assumed that the same message was playing in her head as well.
"Carter. Are you okay?"
She avoided their eye contact and answered positively. "And you, Sir?"
"Me too. Did you hear that message? What does it mean?"
"I have no idea. We'll have to ask Daniel." She slowly got out of the device and checked up on her equipment.
"Yeah. By the way, it's nice to finally see the sun after all the darkness, don't you think?"
"Darkness, Sir?" She looked confused.
"In that stuffy room without windows and drugs in the air." Jack looked at her suspiciously.
"I am sorry, Sir. I don't know what you are talking about," Sam responded, still avoiding Jack's gaze.
"Hey what is going on here. She doesn't remember?" Jack tried again. "Carter? You were with me the whole time and you don't remember it?"
"I remember you, Sir. But we were somewhere else." She finally looked at him, her cheeks were flushed.
Jack noticed it. "Christ, did everything happen only in my head? Who are Ultorians and what did I do for them? Does Carter have a different story?"
"What happened to you, Carter?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment Daniel's voice interrupted their conversation. "Hey, there you are. We were looking for you for half an hour. Where have you been?"
Jack and Sam looked at each other, confused.
"Half an hour?!" Jack was truly shocked. "I thought several hours had passed since we were locked in there." His mind was struggling to process all of this.
Daniel didn't notice their weird reaction and continued in his monologue. "Why didn't you respond through the radio?" Sam wanted to say something, but at that moment Daniel noticed the devices. "What is it?" He stepped closer to it in an attempt to touch it when Jack grabbed and stopped him.
"Don't touch it!"
Daniel was surprised by Jack's reaction. "Are you okay, Jack?"
"No, I am not. It seems I made the same mistake as you wanted to do right now and spent the last half an hour captured in that thing."
"Are you kidding me?" Daniel's sceptical tone expressed his disbelief.
"Daniel, it's true. The same thing happened to me," Sam added.
Daniel stared at the device in shock before he began to ask questions. "What exactly happened in that chair? Were you connected with Sam? How are you feeling?"
"Hey, calm down! It was a weird feeling. Something between reality and dream. But I am not going to talk about it right now." Jack's voice was stern and Daniel was discouraged from asking any further questions.
"Okay, but we have to examine them. I see signs that I would like to translate."
"Not now! We have to go back to SGC and talk to Hammond."
"What, why? We can stay a little bit-"
"Daniel, we are leaving, now!" He didn't want to discuss it anymore and started to walk towards the Gate, where Teal'c was waiting.
Daniel was following him, but it seemed his determination not to ask questions didn't last very long. "Will you tell us later what happened to you over there?"
Jack, ignoring his question, passed by Sam, who glanced at him. Her look reminded him of their together moments in the darkness. He wanted to keep pressing to find out what had happened in her story.
But now, there was only one question left in his mind.
"Jesus, what am I going to write to the report?"
A/N: It was inspired by the episodes Gamekeeper S02E04 and Avatar S08E06.
