Chapter 4

Disclaimer: as the name suggests I am "disclaiming" them. Therefore, I don't own them. rolls eyes. and although I would like to, obviously I don't. simple.

Authors notes: Hey everybody. This is my first fic, I am inexperienced in the wonders of fan fiction, having only discovered it the best part of a week ago. Please be kind! (and maybe constructive). I'm sure others have probably done variations on this theme, but I have yet to read them. Zwahahaha!

I love reviewers, so if you do (review I mean), I would be very grateful : ) If anyone has any ideas/pointers for a particular direction to take this in I would love to hear.

So, here it goes…

Jack knew it was coming, but it still didn't prepare him for the shock of pain, down every nerve ending, surging its way back to his ears. Pain erupted in that one spot and amassed there. He grabbed his ears as though they were about to fall off and pressed tightly together, cringing and grunting. He fell to his knees and knew that the others were trying to get to him, but were not having much luck (Especially Sam, who was having trouble getting further than half a foot, due to the inconspicuous wall that happened to be right in front of her. )

He held his hands tighter over his ears and was surprised to feel a warm substance running across his hands. He soon identified it as blood. His blood. Suddenly feeling dizzy, his legs seemed to have a mind of their own and he ended up sitting completely on the floor, swaying slightly, possibly from vertigo and maybe from the sudden loss of blood, he wasn't really sure. Knives seemed to pierce his ear drums and sounds became muffled, fuzzy and distant the last thing he could hear was Sam saying "oowf, by dose!" and that was it. Silence. Screaming, roaring, deafening silence. Well, the deafening part was right at least. He was deaf. Brick like deafness. Jack pondered the issue that maybe it wouldn't make such a difference with Daniel at least, always babbling on about some new amazing rock that pointed to the idea that a civilization had been extinct…for a very long time. Sam. Now she got him lost after about two sentences of braniac babbling, and coupled with those glittering eyes… deep pools of emotion that stripped her down to her very soul. (Jack wondered whether he could strip down some other things too..NO! she's your second in command for crying out loud! Moving on…) And Teal'c, well he never really said anything much anyway. It was all in the eyebrow. O'Neill wondered what would happen if the Jaffa shaved his eyebrow off as an experiment. How could he show emotion? Blinking in rapid succession? Hmmm. He didn't think that was going to work somehow.

The pain had subsided enough for Jack to take in his surroundings a little more. Daniel was doing some sort of jig in the corner, Sam was blindly feeling around, a walking bomb and Teal'c was still strapped down with a murderous glare aimed solely at Vadjra.

Meanwhile she smiled at the mutinous looks and Daniel recoiled in horror at the sight of her grin, her lips cracked open at the teeth high up her gum were fanged, and Daniel started to seriously wonder if she was actually human at all or wearing the guise of a human for the benefit of the natives. As quickly as he had seen the mask slip, she changed and became the stunning beauty once again.

Hearing things crashing, Daniel swirled around to look at what was making all the noise and was surprised to see Sam, whimpering and sitting on the floor. He stepped towards her but the guards blocked him off.

Daniel tried to talk to her to direct her over to him but soon remembered why only silence issued from his mouth. He frantically started gesturing at Jack to grab Sam, as he was closer, but Jack misunderstood completely and replied somewhat tetchily "DANIEL, THIS IS NO TIME FOR CHARADES". Daniel sighed (silently) and looked towards the ceiling.

Vadjra gestured towards Sam at the two guards and commanded:

"føre henne her, scum"

Daniel desperately thought back to any books he had read as a child on the Norwegian language and loosely translated it as "Bring her here, scum"

Although he wasn't surprised at the lack of respect she had for her minions, he was however surprised at the openness of her antagonism.

Sam was roughly deposited at the side of Jack and Vadjra spoke: "Well, my experiment has just started. I will allow you in my compassionate state to take leave of this place and never return. But be warned, if you do I will not be so forgiving next time."

"What?" questioned Jack, desperately trying to lip-read what the Gouald had said.

"CAN…YOU…SPEAK….A…BIT…SLOWER…" stressed Jack, not fully realizing how loud he was speaking.

"Except for the Jaffa. He is now mine…"

Authors Notes: Wow. Yes, My foreign languages writing really is that bad. Oops. Oh well. I'm hoping that if I can't understand Norwegian, then no one else will be able to either. (Hehehe) Don't forget, review! Otherwise, I don't know whether I'm just sprouting a load of bull… : (