Close Quarters
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stringertheoryTitle: Close Quarters
Rating: PG
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Team: Daniel, Vala, Sam, Cam, Teal'c
Word Count: 1466
Categories: humor
Spoilers/Warnings: Set post-series, no spoilers.
Summary: The team, captured off-world, pass the time until escape or rescue come their way.
One day, Daniel thought, they would have a nice, easy mission that went according to plan.
When they had arrived on the planet and found themselves at gunpoint, it wasn’t entirely unexpected. One could never be too careful in intragalactic travel, even when visitors were expected, and their new allies had been on the short end of the galaxy’s various power struggles for generations. Their decision to open relations with Earth had been the impetus for SG-1’s trip. Daniel had a feeling that the team’s subsequent capture, imprisonment, and ongoing interrogation had less to do with their captors’ caution and a bit more to do with what new side they had chosen.
One thing he knew for sure: all trade negotiations were definitely off.
He shifted on his bench, careful of his right arm—which sported a superficial but painful cut—and huddled deeper into his coat with a sigh. His cell, while one of the nicer ones he had had the displeasure of being confined to, was a bit chilly. The bench he occupied was the lone bit of furnishing in the room, and a tiny window high in the wall provided what little light managed to filter in. He licked his lips, hissing slightly when his tongue rubbed over the cut there.
As he shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position against the wall, he heard the sound of stumbling footsteps approaching. The cell door opened with a shriek and Vala was shoved into the room. As the door clanged shut, Daniel took stock of her.
“You okay?” he asked.
She shuffled over to him. “I’ve been worse.” She winced as she stretched tentatively, checking for damage. “Been better, too.”
Daniel took her chin in his hand and gently tilted her head so the light caught her face. A livid bruise was blossoming across her left cheek and temple, and there was a bit of blood drying at the corner of her mouth. He let out a low, soft whistle.
“Nice.”
“You should see the other guy.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
Vala surprised him by flashing a grin. “Apparently they didn’t expect me to fight back. I was able to get an arm free.” With a groan, she lowered herself onto the bench beside him and leaned her head back against the wall. Closing her eyes, she let out a long sigh. “You think the others are getting the same treatment?”
“Oh, definitely.”
She sat up and opened her eyes, glancing around the cell disinterestedly. “I hope they’re alright.”
“Me, too.”
“Any ideas on how to get us out of here?”
“Nope.”
“Me neither.”
Vala rolled her shoulders and gently touched her bruised face before slumping back against the wall. Daniel watched her from the corner of his eyes.
“Try and get some sleep," he said.
Vala glanced over at him and nodded. “Okay.”
Shifting closer, she tucked her arm around his and laid her head on his shoulder. Daniel looked at the top of her head for a moment before leaning his own head back against the wall and closing his eyes.
---
A few corridors away, Sam and Mitchell took stock of their own injuries.
Their cell was slightly larger than Daniel and Vala’s, with two benches set perpendicular to one another in the corner opposite the cell door. They sat on the larger of the two benches, weary and beaten. Sam’s jaw was bruised and she had a nasty cut across her cheek, though she had assured Mitchell that it looked worse than it was. Mitchell himself was a bit worse for the wear. With much groaning, he managed to lower himself until he was lying on the bench. Sam looked down to find him grimacing as he tried to relax. She took off her coat and balled it up.
“Here,” she said.
Mitchell raised his head and allowed her to slip the makeshift pillow under him. “Thanks.”
Delicately, Sam checked the gash above his eyebrow. Mitchell winced and shrunk away from her fingers. "How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Remember when Replicator Marrick kicked my ass?”
Sam cringed in sympathy. “That bad?”
“Not yet. But I get the feeling it’s headed in that direction.”
She leaned over to pull aside his jacket, peel up his shirt, and check his ribs. A large bruise was spreading across his right side and he grunted as she gently prodded the area.
“Your ribs look like they might be broken,” she told him, “but it doesn’t appear compound, so that’s good.”
“Peachy," he said through gritted teeth.
Sam carefully pulled his shirt back down and folded his jacket around him before patting his shoulder.
“What do you think they’re doing to Teal’c?” she asked in a worried tone.
“Not enough,” Mitchell answered. She glanced down at him. His eyes were closed and he was gingerly fingering his broken ribs. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “They haven’t come close to breaking us yet,” he said, waving a finger between the two of them. “They definitely won’t get to the big guy."
“You think Daniel and Vala are okay?”
“Definitely,” Mitchell assured her, shifting slightly on the bench. “Probably being a handful, Vala annoying—”
“And Daniel stubborn—”
“I worry more about their guards.”
Sam gave a huff of laughter. “Won’t know what hit them.”
“Literally, in Vala’s case," Mitchell said.
The sound of heavy footsteps drew their attention to the cell door, which was yanked open a few seconds later. Teal’c stumbled in, given a helpful shove by his captors.
“Teal’c!” Sam hurried over to him.
He draped an arm over her shoulder and allowed her to help him to the other bench. Breathing heavily, he lowered himself onto it, Sam sitting down beside him. Mitchell slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position as Sam checked Teal’c’s injuries. He had a bloody mouth, a few pulled shoulder muscles, and a bruised abdomen, but otherwise appeared okay.
“How you doing, buddy?”
Still breathing a bit heavily, Teal’c looked up and, to their surprise, gave his equivalent of a grin. “Very well, Colonel Mitchell.”
“Really?” Mitchell asked. “‘Cause you don’t look so good.”
“Perhaps, but I have obtained a most useful piece of equipment.”
Rummaging in one of his pockets, Teal’c produced a large key. Sam and Mitchell stared at him in disbelief.
“Is that—” said Sam, pointing.
“It is, indeed,” Teal’c confirmed.
“How in the hell did you get that?” Mitchell asked.
“Marla.”
“That girl who kept following you around?”
“The same.” Teal’c hauled himself to his feet, still clutching the key in one hand. “She wished to help us escape.”
“God bless teenage crushes,” Sam said.
Mitchell stood as well. “Amen.”
---
The trio easily found Daniel and Vala’s cell. They pulled up short, however, at the sight awaiting them there.
Vala was nestled against Daniel’s side, head on his shoulder, fast asleep. Daniel, also dead to the world, had his head propped on top of Vala’s. The others shared a look before Mitchell unlocked the door and pushed it open with a clank. The noise caused Daniel to stir, and Mitchell called out to him quietly.
“Jackson.”
“Mmhff.” Daniel rubbed a hand over his face, hissing as he forgetfully brushed against his rather sore jaw. He blinked at the figures in the doorway. “Mitchell?” He eyed him. “You look like hell.”
Mitchell smirked back. “You look comfortable.”
Confused, Daniel glanced around him and found Vala attached to his side. He shook his arm to wake her. “Vala. Vala, get up.”
She sat up, yawning widely and stretching, almost knocking Daniel in the head with her elbow. “What is it?” she asked sleepily. Stretch completed, she opened her eyes to find Mitchell, Teal’c, and Sam watching her from the open doorway. She turned to Daniel. “Honestly? We had to let them rescue us?” She gave Daniel a shove with her shoulder. “We should have been the rescuers.”
“Actually, this is more like an escape,” Mitchell clarified. He waved a hand to the open door. “Let’s go.”
Vala bounded past him to follow Teal’c down the hallway. Moving a bit more slowly, Daniel made to follow her. As he passed Sam and Mitchell, they threw him twin looks that he ignored.
“Shall we?” Mitchell asked.
“Certainly,” Sam returned, and they took off down the hall after the rest of their team.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Team: Daniel, Vala, Sam, Cam, Teal'c
Word Count: 1466
Categories: humor
Spoilers/Warnings: Set post-series, no spoilers.
Summary: The team, captured off-world, pass the time until escape or rescue come their way.
One day, Daniel thought, they would have a nice, easy mission that went according to plan.
When they had arrived on the planet and found themselves at gunpoint, it wasn’t entirely unexpected. One could never be too careful in intragalactic travel, even when visitors were expected, and their new allies had been on the short end of the galaxy’s various power struggles for generations. Their decision to open relations with Earth had been the impetus for SG-1’s trip. Daniel had a feeling that the team’s subsequent capture, imprisonment, and ongoing interrogation had less to do with their captors’ caution and a bit more to do with what new side they had chosen.
One thing he knew for sure: all trade negotiations were definitely off.
He shifted on his bench, careful of his right arm—which sported a superficial but painful cut—and huddled deeper into his coat with a sigh. His cell, while one of the nicer ones he had had the displeasure of being confined to, was a bit chilly. The bench he occupied was the lone bit of furnishing in the room, and a tiny window high in the wall provided what little light managed to filter in. He licked his lips, hissing slightly when his tongue rubbed over the cut there.
As he shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position against the wall, he heard the sound of stumbling footsteps approaching. The cell door opened with a shriek and Vala was shoved into the room. As the door clanged shut, Daniel took stock of her.
“You okay?” he asked.
She shuffled over to him. “I’ve been worse.” She winced as she stretched tentatively, checking for damage. “Been better, too.”
Daniel took her chin in his hand and gently tilted her head so the light caught her face. A livid bruise was blossoming across her left cheek and temple, and there was a bit of blood drying at the corner of her mouth. He let out a low, soft whistle.
“Nice.”
“You should see the other guy.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
Vala surprised him by flashing a grin. “Apparently they didn’t expect me to fight back. I was able to get an arm free.” With a groan, she lowered herself onto the bench beside him and leaned her head back against the wall. Closing her eyes, she let out a long sigh. “You think the others are getting the same treatment?”
“Oh, definitely.”
She sat up and opened her eyes, glancing around the cell disinterestedly. “I hope they’re alright.”
“Me, too.”
“Any ideas on how to get us out of here?”
“Nope.”
“Me neither.”
Vala rolled her shoulders and gently touched her bruised face before slumping back against the wall. Daniel watched her from the corner of his eyes.
“Try and get some sleep," he said.
Vala glanced over at him and nodded. “Okay.”
Shifting closer, she tucked her arm around his and laid her head on his shoulder. Daniel looked at the top of her head for a moment before leaning his own head back against the wall and closing his eyes.
---
A few corridors away, Sam and Mitchell took stock of their own injuries.
Their cell was slightly larger than Daniel and Vala’s, with two benches set perpendicular to one another in the corner opposite the cell door. They sat on the larger of the two benches, weary and beaten. Sam’s jaw was bruised and she had a nasty cut across her cheek, though she had assured Mitchell that it looked worse than it was. Mitchell himself was a bit worse for the wear. With much groaning, he managed to lower himself until he was lying on the bench. Sam looked down to find him grimacing as he tried to relax. She took off her coat and balled it up.
“Here,” she said.
Mitchell raised his head and allowed her to slip the makeshift pillow under him. “Thanks.”
Delicately, Sam checked the gash above his eyebrow. Mitchell winced and shrunk away from her fingers. "How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Remember when Replicator Marrick kicked my ass?”
Sam cringed in sympathy. “That bad?”
“Not yet. But I get the feeling it’s headed in that direction.”
She leaned over to pull aside his jacket, peel up his shirt, and check his ribs. A large bruise was spreading across his right side and he grunted as she gently prodded the area.
“Your ribs look like they might be broken,” she told him, “but it doesn’t appear compound, so that’s good.”
“Peachy," he said through gritted teeth.
Sam carefully pulled his shirt back down and folded his jacket around him before patting his shoulder.
“What do you think they’re doing to Teal’c?” she asked in a worried tone.
“Not enough,” Mitchell answered. She glanced down at him. His eyes were closed and he was gingerly fingering his broken ribs. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “They haven’t come close to breaking us yet,” he said, waving a finger between the two of them. “They definitely won’t get to the big guy."
“You think Daniel and Vala are okay?”
“Definitely,” Mitchell assured her, shifting slightly on the bench. “Probably being a handful, Vala annoying—”
“And Daniel stubborn—”
“I worry more about their guards.”
Sam gave a huff of laughter. “Won’t know what hit them.”
“Literally, in Vala’s case," Mitchell said.
The sound of heavy footsteps drew their attention to the cell door, which was yanked open a few seconds later. Teal’c stumbled in, given a helpful shove by his captors.
“Teal’c!” Sam hurried over to him.
He draped an arm over her shoulder and allowed her to help him to the other bench. Breathing heavily, he lowered himself onto it, Sam sitting down beside him. Mitchell slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position as Sam checked Teal’c’s injuries. He had a bloody mouth, a few pulled shoulder muscles, and a bruised abdomen, but otherwise appeared okay.
“How you doing, buddy?”
Still breathing a bit heavily, Teal’c looked up and, to their surprise, gave his equivalent of a grin. “Very well, Colonel Mitchell.”
“Really?” Mitchell asked. “‘Cause you don’t look so good.”
“Perhaps, but I have obtained a most useful piece of equipment.”
Rummaging in one of his pockets, Teal’c produced a large key. Sam and Mitchell stared at him in disbelief.
“Is that—” said Sam, pointing.
“It is, indeed,” Teal’c confirmed.
“How in the hell did you get that?” Mitchell asked.
“Marla.”
“That girl who kept following you around?”
“The same.” Teal’c hauled himself to his feet, still clutching the key in one hand. “She wished to help us escape.”
“God bless teenage crushes,” Sam said.
Mitchell stood as well. “Amen.”
---
The trio easily found Daniel and Vala’s cell. They pulled up short, however, at the sight awaiting them there.
Vala was nestled against Daniel’s side, head on his shoulder, fast asleep. Daniel, also dead to the world, had his head propped on top of Vala’s. The others shared a look before Mitchell unlocked the door and pushed it open with a clank. The noise caused Daniel to stir, and Mitchell called out to him quietly.
“Jackson.”
“Mmhff.” Daniel rubbed a hand over his face, hissing as he forgetfully brushed against his rather sore jaw. He blinked at the figures in the doorway. “Mitchell?” He eyed him. “You look like hell.”
Mitchell smirked back. “You look comfortable.”
Confused, Daniel glanced around him and found Vala attached to his side. He shook his arm to wake her. “Vala. Vala, get up.”
She sat up, yawning widely and stretching, almost knocking Daniel in the head with her elbow. “What is it?” she asked sleepily. Stretch completed, she opened her eyes to find Mitchell, Teal’c, and Sam watching her from the open doorway. She turned to Daniel. “Honestly? We had to let them rescue us?” She gave Daniel a shove with her shoulder. “We should have been the rescuers.”
“Actually, this is more like an escape,” Mitchell clarified. He waved a hand to the open door. “Let’s go.”
Vala bounded past him to follow Teal’c down the hallway. Moving a bit more slowly, Daniel made to follow her. As he passed Sam and Mitchell, they threw him twin looks that he ignored.
“Shall we?” Mitchell asked.
“Certainly,” Sam returned, and they took off down the hall after the rest of their team.