A/N:i'm posting this during a break between papers. why must everything be due on the same day? anyway, thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter. am i to take the fact that chapter 15 received the fewest reviews so far to mean that y'all didn't like it? enough with that, here's chapter 16, and we're back to the captive SG-1. please review. even if its to tell me that you hated the chapter, I really just love getting the reviews. remember, reviews make me smile!

Chapter 16

Jack groaned, Ba'al's First Prime, a huge guy who looked like he could take Arnold, Chuck Norris, and Rambo easy, had not taken him first. He'd done everything possible to get the big bloated hulk to take him instead of Daniel, but it hadn't worked. Damnit, just cause he thought Danny boy would come out of this okay (at least, hopefully alive) it didn't mean that he didn't want to spare his best friend as much of it as possible.

He was worried now about Ba'al's plans. Daniel knew lots of junk that was true, but he didn't know anything about Earth's defenses, sure cultural information was important, but he didn't get how that would help Ba'al. Maybe because Daniel was the weakest? Damnit, why hadn't he been taken first?

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Sam sat on the opposite side of the small room from Jack. They had reached wherever it was that Ba'al was holding them early that morning. There was still a day before the SGC was expecting to hear from them, still a whole day before the SGC knew anything was wrong.

She squirmed a but, trying to find a more comfortable place against the cold wall, trying to convince herself that sitting next to Jack, no the Colonel, he had to stay the Colonel, would be a bad idea. Even if she knew from experience how nice a pillow his shoulder made. She couldn't sit next to him, because she couldn't give Ba'al more to work with than he would already have. She knew she would be singled out, she always was. Normally she didn't mind being the only woman on the team, it made her special, unique. Normally it made her safer, at least in bad situations. With Ba'al though….she remembered the year before, when Jack had come back after the whole mess with Kanan, the mess that she had caused. He'd been a wreak, and she could only imagine what that rat bastard Ba'al would do this time.

She was terrified of what he was doing to Daniel, he had been taken hours before, and she was also terrified what he would do to Teal'c and Jack, no the Colonel!

She wanted nothing more than to be safe in Jack's, the Colonel's damnit, arms. She was always safe there. But she couldn't go there, not after Pete. Jack probably hated her, and thus the comfort of his arms was only a memory to her. She wanted to tell him, she desperately did, but not here. Now was not the time or place for feelings like that. She had to shut Sam up un a room, much like the room her feelings were locked in. This was the time and place for Carter, not Sam.

When the Jaffa opened the thick metal door and tossed Daniel, bloodied and bruised in, Sam rushed to Daniel's side as Jack started verbally abusing the guards again. This was how it always was when they were captured, an old an all too familiar routine. But once again the Jaffa didn't rise to Jack's bait. Instead of grabbing him, their rough hands closed around her forearms and they dragged her away from Daniel's still form. She quickly tried to compose her mind, but her eyes and heart sought out Jack's panicked face. His eyes, so expressive and at this moment, filled with fear/concern/love, no that last one she must be miss reading, even if it had been years since she had misunderstood anything in their silent conversations, in those few moments told her all that he was not able to verbalize.

Glancing at Jack again as she disappeared out of the small room she internalized her sigh, it was always the time and place for Carter, never for Sam.