See part one for disclaimer.
O'Neill pulled himself upright, using the bars of the cell for support. The vertigo nearly drove him to his knees, but he stubbornly refused to go down.
"Carter? Daniel? Teal'c?"
He was disappointed when no answer came. Or had it?
The substance he'd been forcibly injected with was causing a variety of symptoms. In addition to vertigo, he was nearly blind. Maybe he simply hadn't heard them.
A distant clanking provided his answer. They were coming for him. Again. Determined, he quickly prepared himself for the coming battle.
No alien Neanderthal was going to keep him separated from his team.