"The Weakest Link" by OughtaKnowBetter

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Rec Category: Gen

Category: Gen, Action/Adventure, Team, Hurt/Comfort
Warning: violence, sexual insinuations from the bad guys
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Author on Heliopolis
Link: The Weakest Link

Why This Must Be Read: How often do we see a real team fic, with each member of SG-1 contributing to the success of the mission? In this story, the bad guys are recruited to capture Teal'c, Sam, and Jack for some shadowy buyers with lousy intel. They pick Daniel as the "weakest link" to capture the others; but as the story unfolds, the bad guys discover that teamwork, SG-1 style, still works smoothly even when half the team is being held hostage against the other half's best behavior.

While this story takes place almost entirely on Earth, it's wonderful to have the chance to see the SGC teams at their efficient and talented best. With light humor to bracket the more intense drama, this story, like all of OughtaKnowBetter's fics, is a keeper.

Jack ignored the taunts. He put the phone to his ear. "Carter? How's Daniel?"

But it was the man in charge who spoke. "He's alive. Whether he will stay that way is up to you, colonel. After you surrender yourselves to me I will permit you to call 911. That's assuming that you cooperate fully. I suggest you hurry."

There was some groaning in the background, and Carter's voice on top of that. "Keep breathing, Daniel. That was a bullet from a .38. It's not too large; they don't have anything bigger. Please, let me have some of those blankets," she pleaded to the man in charge. "Those crates from the Honduras have blocked the wind from getting in, but he's still too cold. I think he's going into shock."

Thanks, Carter, O'Neill thought to himself. Just a couple of pistols, no automatic weaponry to worry about. Keep that info coming, Major. If I can get to a phone without Red hanging on my every word, I'll have someone look up where crates from the Honduras might be stored.

Daniel could just barely be heard. O'Neill held the phone away from his ear slightly so that Teal'c could hear as well: Daniel was putting out words in Goa'uld in between each moan, the syllables nothing but gasped nonsense sounds to his captors. Way to go, Daniel!