Who ? O and Aidan Where ? Their second house When ? Wednesday morning What ? Probably more fighting
O wasn't even sure how long it had been since he'd been kidnapped. It had happened so long ago, the fourth of July when he'd been buying fireworks to shoot off. He wasn't sure how much time had gone by since then, guessed it at three weeks. He was on his third week there. He'd thought for sure that he'd be rescued by now, that Stargate would have found him and brought him home, or that at least he'd be able to escape. So far all he did have was a very sore, bruised face from being punched so many times, a starving belly, and a sore body from being tied up to a chair. It was exhausting, being kidnapped, draining. He was ready to give up and felt weak for not being able to hold on.
When he woke up that morning he kept his eyes closed, trying to determine if Aidan was awake yet or if he'd have a few moments of peace before another horrible day began.