Chapter 9: Hang Over
He could hear something; a low, rough tone that bounced off his aching ear drums. Groaning, he attempted to roll over and sit up, only to decide against it when his head spun with the pounding sensation that was all too familiarly a migraine. Instead, he chose to flicker his heavy eye lids in an attempt to gain back his sight. Slowly but surely he began to make out a shape not to far from him; and then he heard that sound again.
"O'Neill, are you injured?"
Jack tried his voice, hoping that it worked better than his other senses at present.
"Teal'c?" Scratchy, mellifluous; but working.
Teal'c sat himself closer to O'Neill, "I am glad to see you alert O'Neill. You have been unconscious for a considerable length of time."
"How long?" Jack attempted to sit up, but Teal'c stopped him.
"Approximately five hours O'Neill. I suggest that you take rest, the affects of the drug we were subjected to were powerful."
"So, blinding headache, nausea, aches and pains? Nothing new…." Jack closed his eyes.
Teal'c took the opportunity to fill Jack in with what he knew of the situation.
"We appear to be in cells…"
"Really.....And?"
"Perhaps this is the culture that Daniel Jackson was hoping to encounter. This facility seems to have been fashioned by an advanced race. O'Neill, I believe-"
"Carter, Daniel?"
Teal'c glanced to his far right, "Major Carter and Daniel Jackson are still unconscious. They are located in the cell next to us."
Jack rubbed his eyes, glad to have their functionality back. He then reached out and tugged on Teal'c's sleeve.
"Help me up will ya T."
"O'Neill?"
Jack grunted in impatience, "Teal'c, if I lay here any longer my butt is going to go numb. Help me up, that's an order."
Teal'c took O'Neill by his upper arm and pulled him into a sitting position. Jack groaned and waited before he moved again as his head took a quick spin, blurring the colours and shapes before him. To top it off, a wave of nausea hit him, forcing the groggy Colonel to hold his breath. A few moments later he focussed his sight on his Jaffa friend and motioned for him to help him to his feet.
Holding Jack steady, Teal'c spoke again, "Are you able to stand O'Neill?"
"Yeah…just gimme a minute." Jack straightened his back and took in a deep breath. "Wow, talk about a hang over."
Teal'c cocked his head to one side, "I did not experience this 'hang over'."
Jack almost laughed, "Thank Junior for that."
With his eye-sight working again, Jack scanned their environment. The bars of their cell looked like they were made up of vertical beams of a focussed red light, something similar to motion sensor beams. The light never wavered nor made noise, in fact the only thing Jack could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing. He wiggled free of Teal'c's steady grip. Taking a few wobbly paces towards the beams he extended his fingers towards the light. Surprisingly, the beams didn't zap, but they were solid to the touch. There was no way through them.
Jack glanced at the ceiling to try to determine where the beams were coming from. The roof looked like it was made of solid gold rock and was about a metre above Jack's head.
Altering his gaze to beyond the cell, Jack noticed a narrow, well-lit corridor leading to a set of stairs in the fair left side of the overall room (which was fairly big). Apart from that, there was no other door or opening in sight. He got the general feeling that they were a fair way underground, as he could feel a cold breeze every now and then that originated from the corridor.
Giving off a soft apricot glow, the light in the room must have been artificial, and seemed to come from small horizontal slits in the walls. It wasn't bright, in fact it was only enough to light the room without making a glare. Jack had to admit that it was actually rather nice.
Feeling another draught pass through the room, he looked at the ground to notice what looked like a cloud of sparkly dust swirling about his. feet. It reminded him of the stuff in Sam's test tube earlier, so he made a mental note to mention it to her later.
Taking one last look around the whole place he gave up on an escape plan for now. He sat down again and sighed.
"Well, this is just great."
He could hear something; a low, rough tone that bounced off his aching ear drums. Groaning, he attempted to roll over and sit up, only to decide against it when his head spun with the pounding sensation that was all too familiarly a migraine. Instead, he chose to flicker his heavy eye lids in an attempt to gain back his sight. Slowly but surely he began to make out a shape not to far from him; and then he heard that sound again.
"O'Neill, are you injured?"
Jack tried his voice, hoping that it worked better than his other senses at present.
"Teal'c?" Scratchy, mellifluous; but working.
Teal'c sat himself closer to O'Neill, "I am glad to see you alert O'Neill. You have been unconscious for a considerable length of time."
"How long?" Jack attempted to sit up, but Teal'c stopped him.
"Approximately five hours O'Neill. I suggest that you take rest, the affects of the drug we were subjected to were powerful."
"So, blinding headache, nausea, aches and pains? Nothing new…." Jack closed his eyes.
Teal'c took the opportunity to fill Jack in with what he knew of the situation.
"We appear to be in cells…"
"Really.....And?"
"Perhaps this is the culture that Daniel Jackson was hoping to encounter. This facility seems to have been fashioned by an advanced race. O'Neill, I believe-"
"Carter, Daniel?"
Teal'c glanced to his far right, "Major Carter and Daniel Jackson are still unconscious. They are located in the cell next to us."
Jack rubbed his eyes, glad to have their functionality back. He then reached out and tugged on Teal'c's sleeve.
"Help me up will ya T."
"O'Neill?"
Jack grunted in impatience, "Teal'c, if I lay here any longer my butt is going to go numb. Help me up, that's an order."
Teal'c took O'Neill by his upper arm and pulled him into a sitting position. Jack groaned and waited before he moved again as his head took a quick spin, blurring the colours and shapes before him. To top it off, a wave of nausea hit him, forcing the groggy Colonel to hold his breath. A few moments later he focussed his sight on his Jaffa friend and motioned for him to help him to his feet.
Holding Jack steady, Teal'c spoke again, "Are you able to stand O'Neill?"
"Yeah…just gimme a minute." Jack straightened his back and took in a deep breath. "Wow, talk about a hang over."
Teal'c cocked his head to one side, "I did not experience this 'hang over'."
Jack almost laughed, "Thank Junior for that."
With his eye-sight working again, Jack scanned their environment. The bars of their cell looked like they were made up of vertical beams of a focussed red light, something similar to motion sensor beams. The light never wavered nor made noise, in fact the only thing Jack could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing. He wiggled free of Teal'c's steady grip. Taking a few wobbly paces towards the beams he extended his fingers towards the light. Surprisingly, the beams didn't zap, but they were solid to the touch. There was no way through them.
Jack glanced at the ceiling to try to determine where the beams were coming from. The roof looked like it was made of solid gold rock and was about a metre above Jack's head.
Altering his gaze to beyond the cell, Jack noticed a narrow, well-lit corridor leading to a set of stairs in the fair left side of the overall room (which was fairly big). Apart from that, there was no other door or opening in sight. He got the general feeling that they were a fair way underground, as he could feel a cold breeze every now and then that originated from the corridor.
Giving off a soft apricot glow, the light in the room must have been artificial, and seemed to come from small horizontal slits in the walls. It wasn't bright, in fact it was only enough to light the room without making a glare. Jack had to admit that it was actually rather nice.
Feeling another draught pass through the room, he looked at the ground to notice what looked like a cloud of sparkly dust swirling about his. feet. It reminded him of the stuff in Sam's test tube earlier, so he made a mental note to mention it to her later.
Taking one last look around the whole place he gave up on an escape plan for now. He sat down again and sighed.
"Well, this is just great."