A/N: Sorry, it's not Thor. That would be too nice for them. We need heartache and pain, not a cushy gray alien.
Jack slowly opened his eyes. His head felt like lead and his entire body was sore, like he had just been through a three hour work-out. He tried to scan his surroundings, but gave up instantly, everywhere around him was pitch black. The only thing he could make out was a metal door, illuminated by a faint light some distance down what Jack assumed to be a corridor. Jack suddenly noticed how cold it was in the chamber. He snuggled his face into the thin lining of his T-shirt. In the dark, he tried to prop himself up off the cold, stone floor, but found his hands had been tied. Not just together, but to someone else. He immediately knew it was Sam, her scent more than anything had given her away. Sam had a sweet, natural smell, not even the reek of their current living area could mask. He could feel that they were tied back-to-back, a rope was looped around each of their wrists individually then tied together with what Jack assumed to be a square knot.
Behind him Sam groaned, "Sam hey, wake up!"
"Sir, umm... where are we?"
"I don't know. We must be underground, it's so dark and extremely cold." Jack turned his head as if he might be able to look at Sam, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I think so. I just ache all over, and I'm really cold."
Jack felt reassured by that. If these aliens, or whatever they were that had kidnapped them were, had hurt Sam, he would have hunt them down and made sure they never again saw the light of day. "Do you think you can stand up?"
"I'll give it a try." Sam started to push herself up but her feet had been tied as had Jack's and she did not manage to get very far.
After a fair amount of wiggling and ungraceful falls they had noticed if they braced themselves against each other's backs they could push themselves upright. They both started to straighten up, but Jack pushed harder than Sam and she lost her balance, falling forward with her face smashing into the ground. Jack fell with her, trying not to hit her with most of his weight. He failed miserably, knocking the wind out of her when they hit the ground. He quickly rolled on to his side, letting her catch her breath.
"Sorry Sam, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just flattened like a pancake."
He heard the teasing tone in her voice and teased her back. "Just be glad I'm not Teal'c."
"No, but if you were Teal'c, he could probably lift me on his own."
Jack scowled at this comment, but kept quiet because she was, as usual, right.
* * * *
"Ok, on the count of three. One... two... three!"
Nearly a half hour, and a whole lot more bruises later, Jack and Sam struggled in vain to get firm footing on the ground. If it was possible, the temperature had decreased even more, both Sam and Jack had Goosebumps running along their arms. They had been managing to stand a little higher each try. This time they made it, with a few uncertain wobbles, the pair stood.
"Now what do we do?"
"I don't know sir, standing was your idea."
In the distance Jack thought he heard a faint swoosh-swoosh. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what sir?"
Swoosh-swoosh, Swoosh-swoosh.
"There it was again!"
"Sir, I don't..." swoosh-swoosh, "That?"
Before Jack had time to answer her, a grating sound came from where the door was. Someone had entered the dark room. The newcomer approached with the swoosh sound following their footsteps. As soon as the figure was close enough that Sam could see the outline of their cloaked head, she realized the swooshing was coming from their billowing cloak, that caught between their legs as they walked. The figure pointed to their bonds, he walked over to them. Sam made a quick jerk away from him when his burning hands touched the bare skin on her wrist. The figure, startled reached for his weapon.
Thinking quickly Sam gave Jack a pinch, to let him know what she was thinking. The two individuals worked as one being. Jack bent forward to give Sam the ability to lean on his back and boost herself into the air. She kicked with all her might at the cloaked figure, who was knocked backward into the damp wall. Jack and Sam tried fervently to hop over to the door, to escape.
The figure regained his footing with alarming speed and yelled at them in a language that would have been foreign even to Daniel. "Hashak, di dou treg! Di da pawm dir gat."
"Ya know Carter, I really don't think he's welcoming us to his humble abode."
The figure stalked back over to the officers, brandishing what looked like an ordinary baseball bat, he snarled, "Spar di recht, grar bret zaugreu!"
"Who are you?" Jack yelled back at the alien. "Where are we? Why have you brought us here?"
The figure swung the baseball bat and struck Jack in the temple, he fell taking Sam with him. The figure left two bowls, that must have contained sustenance, lying on the floor. He then swept out of the room with his, swoosh-swoosh, leaving Sam shivering next to an unconscious Jack.