AN: Okay, so, again, fairly short chapters as I try to break these up in a way that makes sense. It was previously posted as a one shot, so...

"Daniel, I just don't think they're friendly enough to want to chat," Jack pointed out mildly.

Daniel snorted. "Ya think?"

As if missing the sarcasm completely in his lover's voice, Jack nodded vigorously. "In fact, the more you talk, the more annoyed they seem to become."

Daniel frowned, conceding the point that no one was listening, or responding to anything he tried to say. It was just that being tied to a tree by a bunch of natives without knowing the reason why tended to get to him.

He watched the men that had surrounded him carefully, trying to find some hint to their origin. If he absolutely had to associate and compare them with a culture from Earth, he would have put money on Mayan, or what they would have looked like had the ones on Earth had a chance to evolve this far.

Daniel desperately wished their captors would talk to him, or even tell him to shut up, anything, so he could get a basis for a language comparison. But the men were strangely quiet, not muttering a sound in their presence.

It was frustrating beyond belief. He and Jack had been captured three hours ago after being ambushed. Their weapons were primitive, spears, bows and arrow, and long knives. Long shields that seemed to touch from head to foot protected scantily clad, lithe brown bodies.

Jack sighed, watching his partners frustrations play out on his face. Three hours ago, they had been tied up, and then ignored. Personally, he thought it was the 'ignored' part that was creating a pissy anthropologist more than the tied up part.

They'd been surrounded so quickly it had taken a moment to understand what was happening. Maybe another second after that for him to realize that there was no point in fighting back. They'd been outnumbered fifteen to two. Hardly a fair fight.

"Daniel, is it just me, or does this seem a bit large for a hunting party?" Jack asked finally, trying to take his friend's mind off the lack of communication. Their captors didn't seem to mind it if they spoke between them. Spears didn't get rattled until Daniel tried to talk to them.

Daniel nodded. "It does. I would hazard a guess that it's a war party."

"Which raises the question of, who were they going to fight?"

"They appear to be more Mayan than anything, but I can't seem to make that assumption settle. I don't think they were transplanted from Earth. Whoever these people are, they seem to be completely indigenous to this planet. Even if they would speak to me, there's no guarantee I could make any correlation between their language and the languages on Earth," Daniel moaned.

"I think they speak English," Jack pointed out helpfully.

"What makes you think that? They've, in all likelihood, never stepped foot on Earth, and English is a fairly modern language. They'd never have the chance to be exposed to it," Daniel argued.

Jack shrugged. "Just a guess. Years of gate hopping has turned out a surprising number of civilizations that speak English. If the Universe had a common Trade tongue, it would be English, and so far, there's no way to determine exactly how much exposure they have or haven't had. Besides, since they refuse to speak directly to us, but are allowing us to speak with each other, I think it's safe to say they have at least a marginal understanding of it, and are trying to learn from our conversations, without giving anything away themselves."

He looked over to find Daniel red faced, head down, and panting. Concerned, he leaned over as far as he could to whisper, not wanting to show any weakness in front of their captors. "Daniel? Are you okay?"

Daniel snorted, and gave a dry chuckle. "Oh, I'm all right. Just, do me a favor, Jack? Next time you decide to drop the dumb game and give me a lecture about my own expertise, please make sure we're not tied to a tree."

Jack stared, wondering what the hell Daniel was talking about. Then he saw Daniel squirming, as much as he could in their bonds, anyway, and realized what the problem was. He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, startling their captors, who then promptly returned to ignoring them.

"Jesus Christ, Danny. Weeks of cuddling, and a couple of absolutely fantastic blowjobs, and you finally get hard now? I should be insulted, but it's just too damn funny. Oh man. You know I'm never going to let you live that down?" Jack chuckled.

Daniel blushed. "It's not like I can help it, Jack. And besides, it's not like I haven't been- aroused during our play. It's just... you... anyway, it's your fault!"

Jack chuckled again, wishing he could help his lover with the little problem. Truth be told, there was no way he could be insulted. Fear, death and sex always went together no matter how you looked at it. It was just typical Jackson Timing. Just another Daniel thing. In it's own way, it was comforting, to have just that little bit of normalcy in their lives right now.

"I love you, Danny. I really do," Jack sighed. Daniel smiled shyly.

The two men settled in for what looked like a long night. Hunger and thirst would make for an uncomfortable night, but as both men had been through worse, it was no real hardship.