Ch. 6 Finding Help

"This pie…I'm going to miss this too."

Jacob watched in amusement as Jack finished his third piece of pie. Geez, was he trying to eat it all before he left?

Jack set down his fork and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Jake. It's just so good. Are you sure you don't want to try some?"

"Positive." They'd been in the commissary for about 45 minutes. Conversation had been sparse as Jack had devoured his pie, bite by slow bite. "So, Jack-" Jacob was interrupted by the blaring of the klaxons. He scowled. "You won't miss this," he said, getting to his feet.

"On the contrary. I'll miss the action," Jack told him, scooting his chair out.

The two's pace to the gate room was quickened as Jack was paged. Jacob looked towards him. He could see the worry on his face. Surely SG-1 hadn't gotten in trouble. At least not already.

They found Teal'c in the control room, talking to Landry.

"Teal'c! Where are Carter and Daniel?" Jack asked, noticing the distinct absence of his two favorite scientists.

"There has been an incident, O'Neill," Teal'c replied gravely.

"What? What happened?"

"A device found in the temple was inadvertently set off. It caused an explosion that has trapped DanielJackson and ColonelCarter."

"Well, are they alright?" Jacob piped up, concern for his daughter and friend mounting.

"I was able to communicate with DanielJackson. He is injured. ColonelCarter was unconscious at the time. She received an injury to the head."

Jack ran his hands through his hair.

"Jack, Jacob, they're going to be fine. We'll get together the right teams and extract them in no time. I'd like for you to help me coordinate," Landry told his fellow generals.

They both nodded mutely, heading to the briefing room. Plans needed to be made.

Sam regained consciousness with a start. She tried to focus on something, on anything, but all she could see was darkness. Even though she couldn't see, she felt the room spinning. The nauseousness overtook her. Sam retched until there was nothing left. Grasping her head, she moaned.

"Sam! Sam?"

"Ugh," she replied. She slipped her pack from her shoulders, unhooked her P-90, and crumpled back to the floor.

Daniel shined his light towards her, careful to avoid her eyes. He knew how head injuries were. "Sam, thank God," he sighed in relief.

"What just happened?" she asked, looking at the blood glistening on her hand.

"We needed to run faster," Daniel said ruefully.

"Oh for cryin' out loud!" she cried. Taking a few deep breaths to calm the dizziness, Sam sat up. "But what happened? We didn't touch anything!"

"True. I have a theory about that. I think the device is motion sensitive. It was operating normally until you arrived. I think it closed up because it sensed you."

"Me?" she asked wearily.

"Yes. I've been thinking about this. We've seen cultures that have anti-Goa'uld technology. I'm thinking it sensed the Naquadah in your blood. It thought you were a Goa'uld and took protective measures. As a failsafe, it detonated. If it was a repository, then it would have simply been keeping its history and knowledge safe from the Goa'uld… Sam?" There was no reply. "HEY SAM!"

"What!" she grumbled.

"Don't fall asleep, Sam. You've got a concussion."

"Okay, sorry. Where's Teal'c?" she asked suddenly, as though it just dawned on her he wasn't there.

"He's gone back to the SGC to get some help. He'll be back soon," Daniel reassured her.

Sam nodded slowly and Daniel winced. She looked bad. But on the other hand, it could have been worse. "Ah, did you hear my theory?"

"Naquadah, kaboom, yeah, I got it. It makes sense. Sorry," she apologized.

"Hey, we didn't know. That may not even be the reason."

"But it's plausible," Sam retorted. She frowned, looking at Daniel. She shakily crawled over to his position. "We've got to get you out of here," she said, studying his leg.

"I tried, but I couldn't get this thing to budge," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. He watched Sam cradle her forehead with her hand. "You okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Just make the room stop spinning."

"Look, Sam. Just come sit down and worry about yourself for once. I'll be fine. Sit," Daniel commanded, pointing to the ground next to him.

Too tired to fight, Sam settled beside him.

"Let me take a look," Daniel said gently, turning so he could see her better. "Close your eyes," he told her, shining his light towards her head. Carefully detangling the matted hair, he searched for her wound. Sam flinched when he found it. "Sorry," he whispered, taking a closer look. "Hum. Not as bad as I thought, but not too great either." He rummaged in his vest pocket, pulling out a small pack of antiseptic wipes. He ripped open the package and carefully dabbed at her wound, cleaning it gently.

Sam squeezed her eyes shut more tightly, the stinging sensation spreading.

"There we go," Daniel said as he finished. He hadn't even bothered with a bandage. It wouldn't have stuck with her hair in the way. At least now it was clean and the risk of infection down.

"I guess I'm lucky that all I got was a bump on the head." Her eyes flitted around the room. "I hope they can get us out of here quickly, but it doesn't exactly look like it's going to be easy."

"When is it ever?"

Sam sighed. Grabbing her pack, then scooting over to Daniel's leg, she placed her hands on the stone. "We're getting this off you," she told him firmly. "You and I together can lift it. Come on."

Daniel grimaced, but shook his head in agreement. Sam grasped the boulder tightly with both hands and Daniel did the same.

"On three. One. Two. Three." With a small grunt from Sam and a sharp intake of breath from Daniel, the stone was thrown to the side, landing with a small thud.

"Okay," Sam said uncertainly. She really didn't want to cause Daniel any more pain, but this had to be done. "Let's do this."

Jack watched from the briefing room window as SG-3 and an extraction team prepared to go through the gate. Many different types of equipment were being gathered, ranging from shovels to drills. The whole operation had come together quickly.

He had even considered 'beaming' his friends out of the ruins, but Prometheus was being refitted with a new hyperdrive, the Daedalus was in another galaxy, and the Asgard apparently were a bit tied up. They'd have to do this the old fashioned way.

Jack turned as Jacob approached him. "We should go get geared up," he softly told the younger man. Jacob placed his arm on his shoulder. "Look, Jack, I'm sure nothing else will happen, but…" He paused, as if he was unsure if he should continue. "At least now, if one day she doesn't come back, she knows, Jack. And so do you."

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