No. 48

Prompt:Any (except SPN), any, singing this aria in a really inappropriate moment
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"Just let us speak to our people!" Daniel protested.

The guard banged on the cell door. "Shut up, or we'll make you!"

Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. "If we can't tell our leaders what you want, they won't be able to give it to you. You already admitted you don't know how to work the Chappa'ai -"

"I sad shut up!"

Teal'c sat down in the corner and closed his eyes, prepared to Kelnoreem.

Sam sat down beside him, adding another mark to her mental tally of offworld imprisonments.

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud," Jack said. He cleared his throat, lifted his chin, and began to sing. Figaro's aria, from the Barber of Seville.

There was more banging at the door. "Shut up!"

"Sir, what are you doing?" Sam hissed.

Jack had a surprisingly good voice, though. Great Italian enunciation. Daniel was impressed.

"For the last time," the guard snarled, but the the other guard said, "Wait. Listen."

Jack had his eyes closed and was singing his heart out. Sam knew that Figaro's aria was one of the most difficult baritone arias to perform (thanks, music survey class freshman year of college), and she knew Jack liked opera, but it had never occurred to her that he could sing it.

The cell door swung open, and one of the guards was clutching his billhook with one white-knuckled hand, but the other looked transfixed.

"Go," the guard said, nudging his companion. "Fetch the town elders. They need to hear this."

"Huhn," Daniel said, ten minutes later, when they were all shuffled into the town square, with the entire population of the settlement staring at them. "That's one way to get out of jail."

Jack began to sing, and the townspeople began to weep tears of joy, and Daniel wondered if it was time to brush up on his piano skills. Sam really wished she'd taken the time to learn to play the cello.