A/N: Glad to see people liked this one's possibilities... I hope it ends up living up to expectations. I'm literally posting this one immediately after I finish each chapter, which I've never done before, so we'll see... Anyway, this one has flashbacks like the first 'Compromising Positions' I did, but I think I'm making it clear enough - I know it can get hard to read it like that. More to come, probably tomorrow. I know where I'm going with this - I've actually had this storyline planned since I wrote the first one -but I can't really write for very long at a time anymore due to the symbiotes (who are still doing great, thanks everyone who keeps asking!)

Ch 2: Reminiscing in the Dungeon

Jack really felt that at the moment the worst thing about the fact that he and his team were trapped in a dungeon with no obvious plan for escape was that he was really, really bored. He couldn't even look at his teammates, there was nothing to look at on the walls, he couldn't move, and he didn't even have his watch anymore.

"So… what color is everybody's underwear?" he asked casually.

"Grey," Daniel answered automatically.

Sam laughed at the fact that he had answered.

"Shut up, Sam," Daniel grumbled. Jack was chuckling too. "Did they leave you your bra?"

"No, those bastards!" Jack exclaimed dramatically. "And I feel so exposed!"

"Ha ha Jack," Daniel said sarcastically.

"Not that it's any of your business, Daniel, but yes," Sam answered.

"So, Danny, these shorts of yours… are they just plain grey? Mine are green with a pattern of Homer Simpson and donuts."

"Thanks for sharing, Jack," Daniel said dryly as Sam made all their shoulders shake while she laughed. "And if you must know mine have dinosaurs on them."

"You're joking!" Sam exclaimed, giggling.

"Nope. Triceratops. I bet yours are just plain, aren't they?"

"Yup. Just plain black," Sam reported, flushing slightly and hoping her CO didn't have a comment to make. Of course, he did.

"What kind of black are we talking here, Carter… lacy, satiny…"

"Plain black cotton, sir. Standard issue."

"Hmm. Or maybe you just don't want us to know what you've really got on over there."

"Believe what you want to believe, sir."

"Okay, maybe I will."

"Guys, please," Daniel said half-heartedly.

Everyone was quiet for a few moments, looking around their lovely accommodations.

Teal'c broke the silence by saying, "Mine feature the Superman logo."

Daniel and Jack burst into laughter, Jack coughing intermittently. Sam just dissolved completely into giggles, the ridiculousness of their situation hitting her once again.

"Cut it out, Carter," Jack finally ordered.

"Yeah, every time you laugh it makes the ropes rub against my chest and I'm starting to get a rope burn," Daniel complained.

"Sorry, Daniel," Sam apologized, her own sides aching from laughing so much while immobilized. "God, how do we keep getting ourselves into these situations?"

Although it was rhetorical, they did have time to kill while waiting for the Jaffa who had captured them this time to show up and do their whole 'you are my prisoners, you will be tortured for your insolence' routine. So Jack decided to answer her anyway… it would pass the time, at any rate. "Well, let's review, shall we…"

Earlier that year…

SG-3 was pissed off, collectively. Pissed off and bored stiff. They'd been stuck at the Alpha site for a week and a half, babysitting some scientists who were studying a bunch of plants General Hammond was being 'too prudent' about to allow onto the Earth base.

Colonel Ronson stretched his neck, which gave a satisfying pop, and decided he was going to organize a poker game later that night, just to keep them all from going insane with boredom. Just as the idea occurred to him, the Stargate activated and everyone scrambled to their proper defensive positions, waiting to see who would come through.

He made a mental note to ask General Hammond how the plans for an iris on the Alpha site gate were coming along. This really wasn't very secure, although the fact that the address wasn't on the Abydos cartouche did help quite a bit.

He wasn't sure what he expected to come through the gate. But it sure as hell wasn't SG-1, lined up like ducks in a row (from tallest to shortest even). They had thick metal ankle cuffs on, connected by chains, and their wrists were connected similarly. They were down to their black tee-shirts and pants. Teal'c had a staff weapon in his free hand. O'Neill and Daniel looked like they were sharing custody of the zat gun in their almost-joined hands. Carter had a free arm but was clutching it to her body so carefully that Ronson immediately knew it was probably broken.

"Stand down, men!" O'Neill called authoritatively.

Ronson said firmly, "Easy there, Colonel. Explain yourselves first. Last I heard you were on a diplomatic mission with those green-haired people."

"PX492," Carter called. "We just came from there."

"The diplomatic part took a turn for the worse," O'Neill added.

"As you can see, we were imprisoned and had our GDOs taken away, so once we escaped we had nowhere else to go but here if we wanted to get back to Earth," Daniel said.

"Now that we've all caught each other up, you think you can get us out of these shackles?" O'Neill barked.

"Major Carter requires immediate medical assistance as well," Teal'c said, speaking for the first time as he turned over his staff weapon to the nearest Marine.

"I'm okay till we get back to Stargate Command," Carter objected firmly.

"No, Teal'c is right, your shoulder needs to be looked at immediately," her CO said.

"It's fine, sir, I'm keeping it immobilized."

"Sam, I'm pretty sure I heard a pop…" Daniel started.

"Daniel, I'm fine!" she snapped, taking out all her frustration on Daniel since she couldn't object to Teal'c's protectiveness because of his sheer size, and couldn't object to her CO's because he was her CO.

"Hey! Easy, Major!"

"Well, sir, everyone's making such a big…"

"Maybe because you've been tramping through the woods for hours with a dislocated and possibly broken shoulder and…"

"You do not want to risk developing an infection, Major Carter."

"Yeah and you know if it was me you'd already be dialing the gate…" Daniel started.

"Oh please, you'd be curled up in a ball like a baby…"

"Carter!"

"What?… sir?" she added with a slightly apologetic smile.

"HEY!" Ronson yelled, holding up his hand. The bickering SG-1 turned their attention to him. He stared at them for several moments and said, "Okay, well, I guess we've established that you're all really… you."

They shifted collectively on their chained-together feet, not sure whether they should feel complimented or insulted by that.

"So… Major, go dial the gate and explain the situation to Hammond… SG-1, let's get you inside and we'll start working on those restraints. You can fill me in on exactly what happened to you then." Ronson's 2IC trotted off to the DHD and he and the rest of his team escorted SG-1 (shuffling and making loud clanging noises) inside. The scientists who were in there working looked at the drop-in visitors in surprise. "Someone get a blowtorch," Ronson ordered.

SG-1 sat down, shoulders all touching, and held out their connected arms hopefully. "Me first," Jack ordered. "Daniel, why don't you start explaining to the good Colonel here how you managed to muck up your own 'diplomatic' relations."

"It wasn't just me, okay, Jack? You and Sam didn't exactly endear yourselves."

"The fault lies with all of us. The people of PX492 value honesty and truthfulness above all else, and we were caught being untruthful to several of them."

"Yeah, well… they were a little too honest," Jack mumbled.

Daniel focused his attention on Ronson and explained, "The sultan guy's daughter was um… interested in me…" Jack snorted at the polite assessment of the girl's attentions. Daniel scowled at him and continued. "And I told her I was already um, married, to Sam so she'd leave me alone to continue the negotiations…"

"But I had already told one of the counsel members that Daniel was my brother, because they didn't approve of unmarried women traveling without their 'guardian…'"

"And O'Neill had already told the sultan that he was responsible for Major Carter and that I was responsible for Daniel Jackson."

"Jack! You told him I was married to Teal'c?" Daniel squeaked.

Jack shrugged. "I didn't specifically say married… I just sort of implied…"

"Once they discovered we were being untruthful, we were imprisoned in the local custom."

"But Daniel's girlfriend ended up springing us because she felt bad," Jack continued.

"How did you hurt your shoulder, Major Carter?"

"While heading back to the Stargate under light pursuit we um… took a little tumble down a small hill…" Sam started.

"Small mountain," Daniel corrected.

"And a not-so-small Jaffa landed on top of her in our dog pile," Jack finished.

Ronson looked at all of them and shook his head. "You guys sure do get yourselves into some strange positions."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But we're not going to be making a habit out of this or anything, Ronson."

vvvvvvvvvvvvv

Back to the present…

"We're not going to be making a habit out of this or anything," Daniel said in a high, mocking voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack grumbled. "I know, right? Famous last words."