Chapter 10
"Huh?"
"Am I seeing things? Is Deal Or No Deal on TV?"
"Indeed; I do believe this Deal or No Deal is on the long-range communication device."
SG-1 stared, mouths open, at the long range communication device. There was that annoying host saying something. Then, a huge party of Jaffa came marching noisily up the corridor. Sam, O'Neill, Daniel and Teal'c hid themselves back in their cell. They all decided to listen through the hole in the door that was the keyhole.
A mistake.
"Hey! I'm listening at the keyhole!" Daniel whispered ferociously at Sam, who was trying to push him out of the way.
O'Neill joined the antics. "Carter, Daniel, as your CO I have a right to listen at the keyhole! You two listen from down there!" He gestured at the tiny gap between the door and floor.
"Negative," said Teal'c. The others stared at him. "I will listen at the keyhole." With that, he pushed them out of the way using minimal effort and put his eye to the hole.
Sam, Daniel and O'Neill flew to the side and lay in a pile nearby.
"Whaddya find, Teal'c?" asked O'Neill, face smushed on the floor and Daniel's arm in his ribs.
"They seem to be pulling something from down the hall," said Teal'c, still watching intently.
"Really?" asked Daniel, attempting to untangle himself from his friends, kicking Sam in the face while doing so. "Ya wouldn't wanna givus a hand here, now, would you Teal'c? Teal'c?"
The big man was silent. There was a faint clinking outside and a burst of laughter. O'Neill thought his ears might be deceiving him but could've sworn he heard someone yell, "Oi, where's the remote?"
Teal'c remained at the lock until the rest of SG-1 had got themselves sorted out.(That was about 10 minutes; about the time when a commercial break should come on.) O'Neill lay on his stomach to see under the door and see what was going on outside.
"A sofa?"
Indeed it was; a big red, ugly sofa in front of the long range communication device, and on it Jaffa drinking beer and watching the football.
"What sorta Goa'uld owns this fort?" asked Sam. "Do we even know?"
Now that they thought about it, they didn't. They hardly knew anything about this place, about the enemy...although, from what they had seen, there was no need to worry.
Or not.
"The Jaffa are approaching us O'Neill," said Teal'c stepping back slightly. "I believe that-"
He broke off as someone kicked the piece of wood on hinges. The force sent Teal'c soaring over the small span between him and his friends. Though he heard an "Aw, shit" from O'Neill, Teal'c was quite enjoying himself. He had always enjoyed flying. This feeling ended when he cannoned into his friends.
"Thanks Teal'c," said O'Neill, who was on the bottom of the pile and had the big Jaffa's ass in his face.
"You are welcome, O'Neill."