From the rough draft

[brainofck]

The guards came into the prisoners' cells all at once, two to a prisoner. Considering it was a slave auction, Jack had great expectations of being stripped and oiled and made to wear a loin cloth or some such thing. But apparently, exotic alien garb was just as exciting to the bidders. He was cuffed and manacled with his BDUs still on. A disgrace to the uniform, he thought sluggishly. He wished they had come in civvies.

He kept reminding himself that his team would be there, when he went up for sale. They would buy him and take him home and this would just go down in the annals of the SGC as one of SG-1's more embarrassing close calls. Helped to keep them humble, after all the planet saving and what not.

When it was finally his turn, there were gasps and appreciative murmurs all through the hall. He wondered what was so interesting about him. He tried to bring his focus onto the auctioneer's pitch.

Well over six feet tall! Well, that was an exaggeration.

Silver hair and eyes like the darkest walnut wood! Oh, for cryin' out loud, was the guy trying to make walnut wood sound sexy?

A bit older than your average exotic, but with age comes experience... Jack cut the guy what he hoped was a menacing glance. Thanks for the pimp out, guy. No need to give the piranhas ideas.

Comments

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

:) I'll have to reciprocate and send you the beta. :)

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Whee!