Ah, shit, Jack thought as he watched Jacob connect the dots. He wasn't really afraid of Jacob's threat. He knew the man wouldn't really kill him, but also figured that Selmac would have a more objective view of the situation. Probably.

You sure about that? Sam asked him; her voice in his head.

Sam? That you? He asked as he realized they were actually talking, not just catching snatches of one another's thoughts.

Yep. Hi Sexy, Sam mentally grabbed his butt causing him to jump up from the bed with a manly squeak. Turning to glare at her, he saw her smirk.

You are going to pay for that later, he told her

"Jack?" Daniel looked concerned at his friend's sudden outburst.

"I don't see what's funny about this situation," Jacob turned his glare onto his daughter. His voice startling Jack.

"Sorry, Dad," she said solemnly, but Jack could feel her internal snickering. She thought his reaction to her father was hilarious.

You've literally faced down the toughest aliens in the galaxy, and my father is who rattles you? Sam said genuinely shocked.

Those guys just wanted to rule the universe. This is Jacob Carter protecting his only daughter! Need I remind you, he literally just caught us in bed together. I feel like a frickin' teenager. Jack half-heartedly considered pulling Sam in front of him, but decided against it. He wasn't that worried, plus Jacob probably wouldn't see the humor in his son-in-law using his daughter as a human shield.

Taking pity on her husband, Sam tried to give her dad her full attention. "It's not what it looks like," she started to say.

Right, Jack snorted. That'll work.

Not helping, Sam told him, as she tried to face down her father. It was one thing to tease Jack for doing it, but it was quite another not to squirm while your dad glared at you.

Ha! Jack told her as she tried to find a way to explain why she'd been in bed with him that didn't involve revealing their night of passion.

"It looks like you just got out of bed with your commanding officer!" Jacob growled at her. He was in full-on dad mode.

"Ok, it's sort of what it looks like—" Sam said at the same time Jack said, "Jacob, we're married."

Instead of having the effect Jack had hoped, Jacob's face just turned red.

"Dammit, Jacob, I love her," Jack shouted. Before Jacob could say anything, his eyes flashed gold as Selmac took control of their body.

"First, may I offer congratulations," Selmac said with a smile. "You're father will eventually see the wisdom of this match, but he is too emotionally compromised at the moment. He did spend the last four days imagining the worst type of fate for you."

"Thank you, Selmac," Sam said relieved she didn't have to explain anything. Yet. "I'm sure you are right about, Dad. We just need time to figure things out."

"I am going to go for a walk before my host says something he'll regret," Selmac said, but Jack has the distinct impression she was talking more to Jacob than to them.

As Selmac walked out of the structure, Daniel jumped back into questioning them, "I wouldn't mind knowing what is going on. What happened to the plan? You were supposed to get married, but this," he gestured at the bed. "Not that I'm upset; I always thought you'd be great together, but neither of you would make the first move!"

Here we go with the Daniel-show, jack rolled his eyes internally, causing Sam to giggle at his exaggeration. She felt like her emotions were attached to a yo-yo.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked her, concern etching his features.

"I'm fine," she told him, clearing her throat, as she tried to focus on her friend and teammate.

"Jack?" Daniel asked him, clearly not believing her.

Don't you dare tell them about last night, Jack felt Sam's flush of embarrassment. All their bantering and teasing dropped away as he sensed her vulnerability for the first time.

"Hey," Jack said out loud, reaching for her and pulling her into his arms. Not caring that Daniel and Teal'c watched them, he tipped her chin up so he could see into her eyes. Last night was amazing; best night of my life. But it's ours and no one else's, he gently kissed her lips.

Thank you, she told him, relaxing. I know we need to talk, but now is definitely not the right time.

"Um, excuse me?" Daniel interrupted their tender moment. "Can either of you tell me what is happening?"

"I believe they are having a conversation, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said, finally breaking his silence.

Jack turned to him, but kept an arm around Sam. He just couldn't quite let her go.

"They aren't even talking, they're just standing there making goo-goo eyes!" Daniel was growing distraught.

"Indeed they are," Teal'c raised at eyebrow at them for verification.

"He's right," Jack said grinning at Daniel. "We got this nifty new connection," he pointed to his head as if to help his friend understand.

As Daniel looked at Sam she just shrugged and nodded.

"Holy cow!" He exploded. "How in earth did that happen? Can you read each other's thoughts? What about feelings? How close do you have to be?"

"As much as I'd love to stand here and answer every single one of your questions," Jack said sarcastically, "I'm in a very drafty robe and Sam might want to get out of that bedsheet before she sees her father again."

"Oh, yeah, you're right," Daniel sounded contrite.

"We have brought you each a change of clothes," Teal'c said offering them a day pack. "We were unsure of what you would need."

"You are a life saver," Sam stepped forward placing a quick kiss on Teal'c's cheek as she grabbed the pack.

"We will wait outside," Teal'c said as he ushered a still stunned Daniel outside.

Jack and Sam quickly changed into their own clothes. Jack pulled on a clean pair of fatigues and a black t-shirt, while Sam had her own pair of fatigues and a grey tank top.

Jack glanced at the bed one more time as they turned to leave. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, he wanted to remember this particular room fondly. As a shimmer caught his eye, he leaned down to find the slave cuff that had fallen off Sam's wrist sometime during the night. Turning it over he discovered familiar markings etched on the inside.

Sam's head shot up as the markings flashed from Jack's mind and into her head. Waking over to him, she looked at the cuff and cursed.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jack asked her.

"Yeah," she said as her anger began to rise. "Those are Goa'uld markings. The bonding cuffs are Ancient technology, but the slave cuff is Goa'uld. It explains why the bonding cuffs superseded the slave cuffs."

Jack realized he would typically need to ask Sam why the difference between the cuffs were so significant, but with her thoughts in his head he knew. The Goa'uld were the ones who had turned this society from one of peace to one that practiced human trafficking. They had altered the bonding technology, not the Creetions."

That likely meant that the resistance, the people who had taken Sam and Jack in and helped them, were fighting a war against an enemy they didn't even know existed among them.

"Jack," she grabbed onto his arm as her fear slammed into him. "They were probably bidding on me, at the auction. If you hadn't gotten there when you did."

"They didn't win; you're safe," he said to reassure himself as much as to reassure her. At the idea of a snake buying her, his mind conjured up all sorts of despicable things that could have happened. She could have been—

Jack, please stop! She ordered as the scenarios he imagined crashed through her head; each one worse than the last.

Realizing what he'd just forced her to watch with him he cringed. Oh god, sorry, he clamped down on his imagination.

"The other women, we have to help them," Sam told him, her voice shaking with rage.

"We will." Was