Sam woke with her heart in her mouth as she realized that the ship was lurching into hyper launch. She hadn't been aware that they had taken off. She had no idea where they were, if Daniel and Teal'c were aware of their predicament or were unharmed for that matter. And her greatest challenge, General O'Neill, was still sleeping or unconscious and still as reckless as ever. She was in charge of this mission and he was just along in a diplomatic capacity. This though and the absurdity of their situation made her laugh out loud. It was not a happy sound.
"Hey, some people are trying to sleep here."
"Sir, are you all right?"
"I'm not quite sure. Where are my clothes? Did I have a really good time or a really bad one?"
"I guess it depends on your taste but this" she gestured with her hand "involved three angry Jaffa and pain sticks."
"Ah. So that would be not good."
"Not good, not good at all. How are you feeling sir?"
"Well a whole lot better a minute ago, when I woke up naked in bed with a beautiful woman. I thought 'she bites a bit more than I'm use to but…'" as he fingered his split lip.
This made Carter blush but she knew he was yanking her chain and felt good that he was feeling well enough to do that. She gave him the salve which he applied to all the spots he could reach and Carter did the rest. It seemed to have an analgesic effect as well as an antibiotic, so he was comfortable enough to sleep. Either this salve or the Jaffa hypo had accelerated healing and most of the burns and his facial injuries were well on their way to being healed.
"Do you know what the hell is going on?"
"You remember the Jaffa?"
"Oh yeah"
"They're planning on selling us."
His head jerked up. "To whom?"
She pushed his shoulder down and lie down beside him, cheek to cheek, and put her mouth next to his ear speaking so softly he could barely hear her.
"I don't think they know who we are. These others" indicating the sleeping couples "think they are being sold for slave laborers. If they knew…"
He put a finger to her lips. No point in voicing the obvious. If the Jaffa got wind of the prize they held they would bargain for a ransom to the System Lord who sought SG-1 for torture and or death.
"Better rest while we can."
They both settled in to get a few more hours of rest.