Disclaimer: Stargate isn't mine.

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"Well, Plan A didn't work so well," Jack muttered, sprawled on the floor of a small cell. He glowered at the locked door, then prodded gently at his stomach. "Ow."

Those Jaffa could really pack a punch.

"Plan A never works," Carter said dryly, sliding down a wall until her butt hit the ground. She drew her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them, frowning.

Teal'c raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and Daniel, moving to sit next to her, asked, "What do you mean?"

"Are you saying my plans aren't good?" Jack demanded, stung. No respect. He got no respect at all.

"Um," said Daniel.

"I'm just saying, sir," Carter said quickly, "that no matter who comes up with it, Plan A never works. Plan B normally falls through as well, and then it's Plan C that gets us out."

"So we come up with a Plan C," Jack announced triumphantly, then winced and grunted at the shooting pain in his abdomen as he sat up.

"You can't cheat the system like that, Jack," Daniel said reprovingly. "You need a Plan B for Plan C to succeed."

"There's a system?" Jack asked incredulously.

"Of course," Carter responded, as if it should have been obvious. "Take our current situation, sir - we're stuck in a cell, prisoners of a Goa'uld. Plan A - annoying our captors into letting us go - has, as always, failed, and earned you a few new bruises. Plan B will involve reasoning with the Jaffa, which will also fail, unless Teal'c's alone and being tortured. Plan C's where someone else rescues us, and we blow things up and look pretty."

There was a thoughtful silence. Teal'c's eyebrow edged skyward.

"I like Plan C," Jack said.

"Indeed."