Sam giggled slightly as she pulled her car away from the SGC. Jack was going to be so happy.

"This was a most excellent idea MajorCarter," Teal'c said as he sat in the passenger seat with a Teal'C-like expression on his face.

"I just hope Jack didn't kill him yet," Sam said, a little too cheerily.

"I do not believe that Colonel O'Neill could resort to JonasQuinn's death," Teal'c replied.

"It's a figure of speech Teal'c," Sam replied, grinning, "What I meant is..."

"I am aware of what it means," Teal'C replied, "I am also aware of JonasQuinn's fighting skills as of late. It would be a challenge for Colonel O'Neill to beat JonasQuinn in a fighting match."

Sam shook her head slowly, too lazy to contradict the confident Jaffa.

"Are we nearing our destination MajorCarter?"

"Yup, almost there. Just a few more minutes."

"Indeed."

Exactly a few more minutes later, they arrived; Sam parking her vehicle next to Jack's truck.

"Jack! Jonas!" Sam called, entered the cabin, "Hello!" She turned slightly back to Teal'c, "I don't think they're here."

The two searched the cabin, finding nothing.

"I do not believe they left of their own free will," Teal'c stated.

"How can you tell?" Sam asked and Teal'c pointed to the bowl on the kitchen table. Sam walked over and inspected the soggy froot-loops. "Colonel O'Neill doesn't like soggy frootloops."

"I believe he would devour them before they had a chance to enter this state."

"State of soggyness," Sam said slowly, "Yeh." The pair moved on to the lake area, where Sam immeadiately voiced on the presence of the two chairs all set up at the edge of the dock. She noticed something small and red right on the very edge of it.

"MajorCarter!" Teal'c called to her, "I have found something."

"So've I!" Sam said. She picked up the small red object and examined it throughly, being very careful not to prick her finger. She turned back to her friend. "Teal'C! I found..." she paused when she realized that both her an Teal'c were holding up identical items. "We both found. Darts"
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His head hurt.

Like hell.

He tried to move.

OW. Dang.

Jack looked up through hazy, most-likely bloodshot eyes.

He was in a room with white walls and a white-and-blue tile floor. The ceiling was stucco and also white.

At the moment, Jack hated white.

He squelched his eyes together for a second and tried to reach a hand up to wipe the sleep away and he found himself bonded with a thick black leather strap. To the ceiling. His hands were bound to the ceiling and his feet were bound to the floor. Via big thick leather straps. Dang again.

Had he been asleep?

No.

No, of course not.

He had been eating his frootloops when something happened to Jonas and he went outside and got shot in the leg with... what? Something red. A dart. That's it. He was shot in the leg with a...

"Oh fer crying out loud," Jack muttered quietly, as to elude his captures of his awakened state.

Jonas. The word flashed through his mind. Where was Jonas? Was he okay? Did they take him too?

Jack's eyes sprang open -to the protest of his aching head- and he looked around the room. He didn't have to look far.

The Kelownan was right on front of him, albeit on the other side of the room, but directly in Jack's line of veiw.

Jonas was unconscious, with a bit of blood on his upper lip and the bruise on his jaw from the other day, but other than that he didn't look to bad. The leather straps bound his wrists to what looked like, to Jack's extreme dismay, the headposts to a bed. Jonas' feet were just tied together.

A soft moan erupted from the Kelownan's lips and grey-blue eyes blinked their way into the light.

Jack hesitated for a second then spoke, "Jonas?"

"J-J'ck?" Jonas squinted towards the voice.

"Yeh Junior," Jack said, "How ya feeling?"

There was a moment of silence while Jonas searched for his words. "My head hurts." Jack snickered. "Any idea where we are? How long was I out?"

"Don't know where, but judging by the blood on your face I'd say a few hours..."

"Blood?" Jonas asked, startled.

"Yeh, well..."

Jack's words were interupted as the door flew open.

"Well, Well!" said the voice of the man in a door, "Welcome back to the land of the living boys!" His eyes held a glint of pleasure as they landed onto Jonas' bound form.

Jonas' eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little in a quiet yelp of fear as his mind repeated a mantra of 'not again'.