Title: Compromise

Summary: Almost there. (Part 9 of Cause and Effect, sequel to 'Caution'.)

Author: jacksrubberduckie

E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.

Category: Drama, Suspense.

Season/Spoilers: None

Warnings: Implications of death.

Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk)

Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)

Author's Notes: Thanks to Wendy and Ses. Feedback would be appreciated.

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"Two Jaffa?! Is that all?" Jack doesn't look so hot but that doesn't seem to be able to stop him.

We're at the edge of the forest peering over the top of a bank between the gate and us. Hopefully we're out of sight and our 'host' doesn't know we're here yet.

Daniel looks at Teal'c puzzled, "Isn't that a little overconfident even for a Goa'uld?"

Jack sighs, "Yeah. I have a bad feeling about this."

I agree something here really doesn't sit right. "He's up to something."

"You think he's going to let us go Jacob?" Jack looks me straight in the eye.

I shrug. "Right now I don't know."

"Peachy. Remind me why we agreed to this insane game again?"

"Because we weren't given any choice and it was an opportunity we couldn't afford to pass up Sir." I really don't envy Sam's job. She gets to be the voice of reason for Jack. It can't be easy sometimes. Actually it probably can't be easy most of the time.

"So what do we do now?" You can always rely on Daniel to ask the important questions. Whether you want him to or not.

Jack shifts and winces as the movement pulls on his injured muscles. "We go say hi. Carter give me a hand." Sam moves over to him and helps him pull himself up again.

The rest of us start to stand and are abruptly interrupted by the sound of a staff weapon being charged. We turn and come face to face with two more Jaffa.

The shorter of the two speaks up. "My Lord wishes for you to join him." He punctuates the sentence by gesturing with his weapon. Almost as if he's trying to make sure we know that it isn't a request but an order.

"Actually we were just going to. Nice of him to send a welcoming committee though." The taller Jaffa looks like he wants to punish Jack for that but has been ordered not to harm us. One day Jack will learn when to shut up.

The shorter one glares at his friend and points to the gate with his weapon again. "Move."