Jonas Quinn regained consciousness with a groan. Whatever had knocked him out was much stronger than a zat. He tried to assess his surroundings, but it was pitch black. He couldn't even discern the outline of his hand in front of his face. A quick check of his pockets revealed that all his equipment was gone. At least he had been left his jacket as the cell, he presumed it was a cell, was chilly.

Jonas' attention was caught by a slight moan. He sat perfectly still for a few moments, listening. The only thing he could determine was that a man was in the cell with him; probably Colonel O'Neill.

One of the first things Jonas had learned in his time on Earth was that one did not simply surprise Jack O'Neill unless one desired a punch in the nose, if one was lucky. Rather than trying to find the colonel in the dark and risk injury, Jonas decided it would be better to sit back and wait. Hopefully, Colonel O'Neill would wake up on his own soon.

Jack surveyed the landscape with satisfaction. The Stargate was located a short distance away from a clear lake. The sun shone down with just the right intensity. A gentle breeze beckoned him to disregard policy and slither off his vest and jacket. Jack turned and exchanged a grin with his companion, who was beaming. "Not bad for a first trip through the gate, eh?"

"No, sir," came the excited reply.

"Seeing it's just the two of us, what do you say to slacking off for awhile and doing some fishing?"

His words were met with another smile. Jack nodded and moved to a small clump of trees. He scoured the branches until he found two that were long enough, flexible enough, and strong enough for their intended purpose. He headed to the lakeshore and found his companion there already, suitable fishing line in tow. Jack quickly rigged up two fishing poles and the pair settled themselves on the ground and cast out their lines.

"Don't we need hooks?"

Jack just shook his head. "What have I told you about fishing?"

"It's not about the fish," came the well-worn reply, "it's about fishing."

"Right. So shut up and fish," Jack ordered.

How long they sat there Jack didn't know. At some point, Jack surrendered to the serene atmosphere and fell asleep. Familiar and unwelcome sounds jarred him awake. Something was wrong. He scrambled to his gear and drew out his P-90. "Charlie!" he called.

"He is here," a deep, distorted voice boomed. "Surrender and I will not have his head blown off."

Jack didn't think twice before dropping his gun. "Let him go!" he yelled.

The Goa'uld nodded and the Jaffa who had been aiming his staff weapon at Charlie's head lowered it.

"What do you want?" Jack demanded.

The Goa'uld smiled cruelly. "I want to make you suffer." He looked back at the Jaffa. "Jaffa, kree!" The staff weapon was raised and discharged.

"No! Charlie!" Jack began screaming curses furiously. "You son of a-"

"Colonel!" a voice called urgently. Jack felt something shaking his shoulder. He bolted upright and attempted to put whoever was shaking him into a headlock.

"Sir, it's Jonas!" the voice said, sounding a little more distant than it had a moment ago.

"Jonas?" Jack repeated.

"Yes, sir, Jonas." He waited a few moments to ensure Jack was awake and wouldn't try to strangle him again and then crept back toward him. "I think you've been unconscious."

Jack groaned. "How'd we get here?"

"I don't know. I don't remember anything after we arrived on P8X-742."

"Any idea how long we've been here?"

Jonas shook his head before realizing the colonel wouldn't be able to see it. "Not really. I woke up about half an hour before you."

"Gear?"

"Negative."

"Great." Jack pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose, willing his head to stop pounding and regretting that Carter and Teal'c had not come on this particular mission. "Did you try to feel for a way out?"

"No, sir. I wasn't sure it was you I could hear groaning earlier and I didn't want to risk a fight in the dark."

"Heard anyone else in here?"

"No."

"Ok, then. Get up and hold out your left hand." Sensing Jonas' confusion, he explained. "We need a starting point and since we can't see each other, we have to go by touch." His fingers brushed against Jonas'. "Now, maintain contact until we find a wall or something." Their walk was very short. They then proceeded to move in opposite directions, feeling their way along the walls until they met again.

"Did you feel a door or anything?" Jack inquired, not particularly hopeful.

Jonas sighed. "No."

"Then I guess we wait." Jack sat down and Jonas soon followed.

The silence was beginning to grate on Jonas' nerves. "So, who's Charlie?" he asked. "You called out his name a few times before you woke up."

Jack didn't respond.

"Colonel?"

"I heard you."

"Oh. None of my business. Got it." Jonas drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them.

Minutes passed. "Charlie was my son. He died."

More time elapsed. "I let people think I don't like you, Jonas, but that's not it. I like you fine. You just remind me of him. You're so damn curious. And happy. And young. God, I'm old enough to be your father."

Jonas took some time to respond. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For telling me. I know you don't talk much about yourself even to Major Carter or Teal'c. I'm honored."

Jack sighed. "I owe ya, kid. You've saved my butt a few times and you deserve to know that I appreciate it. Just remember, if you tell anybody about this I will kill you."

"I know, sir." A few minutes later, he asked, "So, can I call you Jack now?"

"No."

"What about Dad?"

"Jonas," Jack replied.

"Colonel," Jonas returned.

Jack chuckled faintly. "You're ok, kid. Next fishing trip, you're invited."

Jonas smiled to himself. There was no higher mark of Colonel Jack O'Neill's approval.

A/N: I like Jack and Jonas bond stories.