"You should have used the TER when you had the chance Samantha Carter." Setting the goblet aside, her gaze raked over them, eyes full of disdain. "Your hesitation only proved your weakness."

"Yeah...well, hindsight's twenty twenty." Carter snapped. "Where's Colonel O'Neill?"

"He is safe as are you all until I say otherwise."

"I don't think Daniel would agree with you."

"He was most respectful when I visited your world. It is a shame he must suffer." Sam tried to imitate Teal'c's impassive expression, realizing as the woman studied them this was just a cat and mouse game. "You can end his pain. Tell me what I wish to know and he will no longer suffer."

Carter stared her down, demanding, "Just what is it you want to know?"

"The codes to your world."

"Earth is a protected world." Teal'c stated soberly. "The system lords will not risk breaking the Asgard treaty by allowing you to attack the Tau'ri."

"You dare speak to a God without permission!" Sam's eyes closed, her hands clenching into fists at the sound of a zat gun being armed, surprised when the Goa'uld stopped the punishment with a raised hand. "Your time with the Tau'ri has made you forget your place but I will satisfy your curiousity."

Consciousness returned to Daniel in pain filled bits and pieces. Movement meant pain but laying for so long on the hard floor had his back muscles screaming in agony. He settled for rolling onto his side as attempting to sit up tilted the world sending a wave of nausea washing over him.

Swollen eyes limiting his vision, he listened to the silence, suddenly certain he was alone. Alone with the pain and his memories. Fear and confusion had been a hinderance to comprehension of Jack's actions as the man threw punch after punch. Understanding came just before he passed out the first time.

'God he was tired!' It seemed to have taken hours to slide himself over to the bench he'd spotted along one wall. He hadn't thought so but at some point he must have passed out again because the next time he opened his eyes, the sound of a familiar voice telling him he should eat, that he would need his strength reached his ears just before the door slid closed again.

Hell with this! The bench probably wasn't anymore comfortable but he was tired of being on the damn floor like a discarded piece of litter. Reaching up he used the bench to pull himself into a sitting position, bracing himself as the room started to spin, stars and colored lights swimming before his eyes.