In the morning she was awakened by a groggy O'Neill lurching up and realizing he was naked grabbing the home spun pants that lay on the bed. He held these in front of him as he staggered off to the bathroom. Then she heard him cursing. At first it was a mild "for crying out loud" slowly devolving to a "son of a bitch" and then he got louder and more colorful. Five minutes later, dressed in the home spun, he came out fumbled around with the doors locking mechanism. He definitely seemed more like himself but not ready to do battle with a girl scout.
"I don't think those farm boys ever used indoor plumbing before, either that or they have piss poor aim. And I mean that literally. I had to wash my feet." He sat heavily on the bed.
"Did you lock them out? It could get pretty messy in here." The room, although spacious for two, was a bit tight for ten and was starting to smell like a cattle car. Sam was wishing the rest of their company would acquaint themselves with that luxury of indoor plumbing, the shower.
"No. Did you know those things" indicating the bathroom "had an automatic cleaning cycle? Wish I had thought about it before I walked in there bare foot. Have you seen my boots?"
"No sir, probably with the rest of your clothes."
O'Neill colored a bit at that and lay down. "It was all Teal'c's fault."
"How's that sir, he's not here. What did you say to them?"
"Something about their mother and a creature Teal'c assures me is similar to a goat."
"Was that wise?"
"It was the first thing that came to mind. And no, probably not." He said as he fingered his lip.
"When will the cleaning cycle finish?"
"Teal'c said it took about 10 minutes and another ten to cool. There is also a clothes cleaner of sorts, kind like a washing machine-dry cleaner. It's there by the sink."
He started to doze and after waiting the requisite time Carter went to shower before the bathroom had been reduced to a boots only zone.
Not twenty minutes later Carter was back fuming, cheeks red and wrapped in a towel.
"Sir, sir"
Prying open his eyes he muttered "Yeah?"
"Are you sure that wasn't an incinerator?"
"What?"
"My clothes, I can't find my clothes. This isn't funny."
He was trying to bite his lip to keep from laughing but it hurt too much and laughing just opened up the cuts and hurt as well. "Maybe they aren't dry yet."
Carter tore back to the bath muttering foul epitaphs and strong arming one of the country boys out of her way as he attempted to use the facilities.
She returned ten minute later clad in her uniform looking decidedly cheerier. She carried a towel in which she had gathered anything not nailed down in the bathroom that she thought that they could use. They were busily sorting and stowing in her pockets what seem the most useful carrying the rest in the towel tied up to become a sac. Both tensed as the ship settled out of hyperspace and the possibility of their destination drew close.
"Did they have any other clothes for you? It might be easier to escape if we blend in with the crowd. Have any idea where we're headed?" O'Neill sounded edgy.
"I think they are avoiding any Goa'uld dominated worlds, considering their intentions."
Sam was sliding the home spun shapeless gown over her uniform when the doors opened and all three Jaffa entered, two carrying pain sticks and one weighed down with five pair of shackles."
They brutally hauled the frightened young men and women in pairs to their knees to be bound not only with the shackles but also binding them together as a couple. They saved the Tau'ri for the last. O'Neill was gauging his chances for a break but realized that they were double teaming him. His tormentor called him and ordered him to kneel before him. O'Neill just stared. The Jaffa grabbed Carter by the hair tossed the pain stick aside, drew his knife and pulled it across Carter's throat it elicit a fine thread of blood. O'Neill hurled himself at them twisting the knife and plunging it through the Jaffa's throat. Right before the blade crunched through to the bone, the second Jaffa, using his pain stick as a club, connected with the back of O'Neill's skull. They subdued the enraged Carter then bound them both hand and foot. She snatched the towel bag as they dragged them off.