Numb3rs/The Sentinel/Stargate: SG-1 (PG)

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Title: Powerhouse by Sheffield
Characters: Don, Charlie, Jack, Daniel, Jim, Blair, Brackett
Length: Medium
Author on LJ: sheffsfic
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:

Brackett has another scheme up his sleeve. For this one he needs a mathematician, a linguist, and a person with enhanced senses. And something (or someone) to hold over each of them. He wasn't counting on a shaman, the place where the numbers live, and a glowy thing.

A Sample:

There were eighty-seven links in the chain, not counting the anchor-point that was riveted to the wall at one end or the four smaller chains (with twenty seven, twenty six, thirty five and thirty seven links respectively) leading from the ring at the other end to the shackles on his wrists and ankles.

There were four thousand eight hundred and seventeen tiles on the ceiling, most of them containing eight holes in an irregular pattern but there were a hundred and eight which contained eleven holes and forty seven which only had five. The floor was poured concrete and, depending on the depth of the foundations, likely represented something like four tonnes of concrete which in cubic metres would be…

He didn't know how he had come to be here, wherever "here" was. He and his brother, Don, had taken some sorely-needed vacation time, driven to the airport and… he wasn't sure what had happened after that. He had a dim memory of a parking lot and falling but how that fitted into… here… he wasn't sure. He was desperately worried about Don.

Powerhouse