Sam paced the gate room checking her watch every five seconds. Vala and Teal'c were leaning against the back wall, but she could tell from their posture that they were just as nervous as she was. She stopped pacing when General Landry entered the room. "They should have come through by now sir, and neither of them are answering their radios."

"I know Col., that's why I'm sending SG-3 to check out the situation." He held up a hand to forestall her rebuttal, "you and Teal'c could be recognized just as easily as Col Mitchell and Dr. Jackson were." He put a hand on her shoulder recognizing her frustration. "You three head to the infirmary, get yourselves checked out. I'll find you as soon as we know anything."

Carter hung her head in resignation and followed Vala and Teal'c toward the infirmary.

Jackson awoke with one hell of a headache. He put a hand to the back of his head feeling a sticky wetness that was obviously dried blood. He eyed his surrounds without really moving. Ok, so he was in a cell of some form, it took another minute to realize the why and how of the situation. A sharp intake of breath and a few muttered curses drew his attention to his left, "Mitchell?"

Cameron was attempting to wrap his shirt around his still oozing leg. He looked up with relief at his name. He held up a bloody hand in Daniel's direction, "stay there Jackson, you don't look like you're up to moving around just yet. Good to see you awake though."

Daniel noticed the cuts and bruising along Cam's jaw line and on his temple; apparently he wasn't the only one that had been knocked unconscious. He eyes the numerous scars that covered Mitchell's torso and sadly realized that the majority of them were somehow related to SG-1. Jackson took a few deep breaths as he watched Cam struggle with the makeshift bandage. He slowly sat up and made his way over to his friend, "let me give you a hand with that."

"Thanks", Cam hissed as Daniel tightened the bandage. "So, any guesses as to where we are?"

"You are on my ship Col."

"Son of a bitch!"

Daniel was confused, which didn't happen all that often. He knew the man look familiar but couldn't quite place him. However, Mitchell's muttered curse told him all he needed to know. "This is bad?"

"This is very bad. Jackson, meet Natan, leader of the Lucian Alliance. Natan, I give you Dr. Daniel Jackson." Cam waved vaguely as he made the introductions.

"Oh, he probably doesn't like you very much."

"No, probably not."

Natan looked between the two men with interest. "Do I have any particular reason to dislike you Col?"

"Oops", at least Jackson has the decency to look properly chagrinned.

Cameron shot Daniel a 'way to go' look. "Eh, don't worry Jackson. I keep forgetting he never found out I was Kephlan too." He looked up and chuckled at Natan's confusion, might as well get it all out in the open now. "About a week ago, that incident with the Odyssey, your boy Kephlan was acting just a mite strange wasn't he?" He smiled as wide as his sore jaw would allow. He knew it was a bad move, but he could just blame it on the blood loss. "I still can't believe you bought the 'I'm seeing a therapist' line."

Daniel looked intrigued, "and this was your response to…?"

"Oh, someone asked how I managed to bring myself to leaving my mothership."

"Ah, and you told them you were seeing a therapist. Nice work." That was one thing Jackson really liked about Cam, he never lost his sense of humor or wit.

"Thank you, I thought it was."

Natan's blood was boiling, this man had humiliated him in front of his Lts. He turned to the guards behind him, "bring him", he ordered as he jerked a thumb in Mitchell's direction.

"Bummer."

"Yeah", Jackson attempted to interfere but he was still very unsteady on his feet and was easily pushed to the floor.

Mitchell grunted in pain as he was dragged to his feet. "Jackson, behave while I'm gone. Don't need you looking any worse for wear when the team comes to rescue us."

Daniel waited until the guards had turned before he showed Cameron the key he had palmed during his short scuffle with the guard. He received a grin and a nod in return.