O'Neill hadn't even made it to the door before Teal'c spoke up.
"O'Neill…"
He turned, looking at the Jaffa, still holding the walking stick in his hand.
"Yeah?"
"Should we not interrogate Mr. Malfoy before we leave him here? To find out his purpose for abducting us?"
Sam hadn't moved, either. She was looking down at the fallen man with an odd expression on her face. Looking up at Teal'c s words, she nodded.
"We definitely should find out who he is, sir. Especially since it obviously wasn't Thor who transported us here – wherever here is."
"He is Lucious Malfoy," Teal'c said.
"That's a character from a book, Teal'c," Sam said, reaching out with her foot and rolling the man over with a single motion. Teal'c had hit him pretty hard, though, and he wasn't coming around any time soon from the looks of things.
"We should tie him up," Daniel said, looking around for something to do just that with. The room was pretty empty, however.
Realizing that they were right about finding out who the guy was, Jack walked back over to them, and looked down at their prisoner.
"He's obviously not Asgard," he said, nudging him with his foot. "Who else has beam me up capabilities?"
"It was a portkey," Teal'c said. "The bags we were handed must have been the devices."
"Portkeys?" Daniel asked, looking at the bag still in his hand. He dropped it. "What's that?"
"It is an ordinary object that is turned into a teleporting device."
"That's something the Goa'uld use that you didn't tell us about?" Jack asked.
"It's from the books, sir," Sam said, almost apologetically.
Jack scowled.
"Teal'c, it's not-"
"Mr. Malfoy called you a Mudblood," the Jaffa said, interrupting.
"Yeah? So?" Jack's scowl didn't fade. "I've been called a lot worse by better than him…"
"What's a Mudblood, Teal'c?" Daniel asked, knowing that it was obviously important to the Jaffa or he wouldn't have brought it up. "Is it from the book, too?" It sounded a lot like Muggle.
"A Mudblood is a wizard who is from a non magical family."
"Teal'c." Jack had heard just about as much about the Harry Potter books as he was going to be able to stand. "When's the last time you saw me pull a rabbit out of my hat?"
The Jaffa gave him one of those looks, and Jack sighed.
"I'm not a wizard."
"I did not say you were, O'Neill. It was Lucious Malfoy who did."
Jack sighed again, and turned his attention to the downed man.
"Daniel, check his pockets. See if he has any ID."
"ID?"
Jack shrugged.
"He doesn't look like any alien I've seen. Maybe he's NID or something."
"He is Voldemort's –"
"Teal'c."
Sam interrupted the Jaffa before he could finish the sentence. She was already worried that O'Neill was going to blow his top, and with things already so crazy just then, the last thing they needed was for the Jaffa to continue with his helpful comments.
Teal'c looked at her.
"Just watch him, okay? If he starts to come around, make sure he doesn't do anything."
"O'Neill has his wand. He will not be able to do magic without it."
Sam sighed.
While they'd been talking, Daniel had been checking the man out. And shook his head, looking up at the others as he stood up again.
"He's clean, Jack. He doesn't even have any pockets."
"What?"
Daniel shrugged.
"If we're going to find out who he is or who sent him, we're going to have to ask him."
"There's always the chance that whoever it is is on their way here, too," Sam said. "If we stick around, we might find ourselves outnumbered – and outgunned."
Which wouldn't take much since none of them had guns.
Jack didn't like that thought any more than Sam did, and that pretty much decided them.
"Okay, let's shove Malfoy – or whoever he is – in a closet somewhere and get the hell out of here. We'll figure out where we are, find a phone and call in a little help."
There wasn't a closet in the small room they were in, so they ended up just leaving him in the corner, although Jack kept the walking stick. It was the only weapon they had, after all, and he wasn't going to leave it behind. At least not until they found something better.
He led the way out of the door, which opened into a short hall. Looking both directions, Jack didn't see anyone.
"It's clear," he said. "Stay close."
The others followed him out, and a moment later they were heading down the hall, going in a random direction since Jack didn't have a clue which way to go. The hall turned sharply and then ended with another door, this one closed. When Jack tried it, it wouldn't budge, and he cursed silently under his breath. He didn't like being in the hall like this; they were too vulnerable and there wasn't anything around them that they could use to defend themselves. There wasn't even anything to hide behind.
"Teal'c."
The Jaffa tried the door as well, and when he couldn't get it to open, he simply kicked it with his foot. His leg was far more powerful than Jack's and the door opened with a crash that echoed thru out the hall, and into the room itself. There was a startled yelp, and Jack and the others saw a man jump to his feet in surprise at their sudden entrance.
"Master!"
He was short – really short – and chubby. Balding and with as ugly a face Jack had ever seen, his beady eyes were wide with terror as the four of them entered the room. Looking around for whoever he had shouted for, Jack didn't see anyone in the room besides this guy, and he turned his full attention to him.
"Okay. Who are you and where the hell are we?"
