The Report, part 9
Clark felt the ground disappear beneath him as the grenade detonated, the shockwave knocking him out.
O'Neill woke with a start, his head aching. He sat bolt upright and kicked back with his legs, propelling himself to the wall behind him. The uneven stonework was typical of Goa'uld prison cells, something he was an unwilling expert on. He was still blind from the effect shock grenade.
"Is every one else here?" he asked, his voice croaking from thirst.
"I am here Colonel O'Neill." Teal'c's voice came from the darkness, "As are Majors Carter and Chavez and Jonas Quinn. Of General Clark or Freya, there is no sign."
"Well, maybe they got back to the gate. Can you see?"
"Indeed it has; my symbiote has healed my injuries. The others do not appear to be in need of medical attention."
O'Neill nodded, his eyesight improving slightly to the point where he could just about make out light and dark shapes, "You know, I think those shock grenade's are loosing their effectiveness: I swear my vision is clearing faster than last time."
"You have been unconscious for several hours." Teal'c sounded non-phased, "You where snoring loudly."
"I snore?"
"Indeed you do; we have not brought it to your attention before because you are not as loud as Major Carter."
"Carter snores?"
The cell door opened before Teal'c could respond, to armed Jaffa stepping through, staff weapons ready, followed by two more dragging Jacob Carter between them. They unceremoniously dumped him on the floor before backing out, keeping O'Neill and Teal'c covered with their staff weapons. O'Neill smiled, "One could get the impression that they are scared of us." He crawled over to Jacob, "Hey, Jacob, Selmak, either of you home?"
"Jack?" Jacob blinked, "Now what in the hell are you doing here?"
"We were set to rescue you."
"Well, you're not doing a good job so far."
"General Clark, are you ok?" The voice sounded distant, like it was being heard from underwater. Clark fixed on the voice, forcing himself to consciousness. He woke, his face resting against a smooth stone surface. Freya was looking down at him, her face full of concern, "General?"
Clark coughed, spiting out water. His body started to respond to his brain, and he realized he was soaking wet. He brought himself up to his hands and knees, "What happened? Last thing I remember was running through the wood, someone throwing a grenade at us, then falling."
"There was a ravine with a river at the bottom. You where lucky that you shielded me from the effects of the shock grenade, or we both would have drowned."
Clark nodded, looking around; they had come to rest on a series of boulders in a bend in the river, surrounded by trees that gave them cover from above. His P90 was still attached to his webbing, but water dripped from the muzzle, and he wasn't sure how water proof it was. His 9mm Beretta was still in its holster, and his pack was still over his back. He stood, his back aching, "I am to old for this shit."
To Be Continued…