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Exorcism: The Sam/Jack Telepathy Fic I Wasn't Meant to Write
For this year's Day of Indulgence, I decided to tackle a project I'd been working on for a while already: a Sam/Jack telepathy fic that wasn't about how awesome a psychic bond would be, but also about how annoying sharing a mind would be, especially since Sam and Jack are very different people.
It is, alas, with great regret that I must admit defeat. For now.
I will, however, share what I have, which is, essentially, all the setup and none of the climax or resolution. Therefore, you get Sam and Jack being adorable, without the angst that was supposed to come after!
(It's also fairly long, for all that there isn't much there.)
A bright flash of light left Sam wondering if her eyes were open or shut. It was already dim in the room where she was working, and the contrast really didn't help.
"Ow. Carter?"
"Sorry, sir." She looked up, blinking. Some of her sight was returning, around the edges. "Wow. That was really bright."
Jack scrunched his face and blinked himself. "Let's not touch whatever you just touched again."
Sam shook her head. "I just brushed up against this panel here. I'll be more careful, sir." It hadn't looked like it would do anything--there were buttons all up and down the pillar, but she hadn't been anywhere near them.
Jack gave her a look. "That thing didn't do anything to us, right?" he asked.
Sam shrugged. "I don't think so, sir. As far as I could tell, there wasn't enough power left for anything but that flash--probably some kind of overload."
"Ah," Jack said. He checked his watch. "It's about time to pack up."
Sam frowned at her own watch and then started putting her equipment away. It had gotten pretty late, despite the fact that the only thing worth investigating on this world seemed to be no more than a strobe light. She sighed. Sometimes she wondered if they'd already found all the cool stuff, and the next minute she was calculating the size of this galaxy and laughing at herself. They'd only been going through the 'gate for a few years, after all--there were still plenty of planets to explore.
Jack toggled his radio. "Daniel, Teal'c. Time to hit the road."
"We are approaching, O'Neill," came the response. Sam grinned but didn't pause as she tucked away yet another sensitive instrument into her pack.
Sam finished loading the pack and Jack lifted it, clipping it in to her vest. She adjusted the weight and grunted.
"Just let me know if you notice anything..." he waved his hands, "weird."
Sam smiled. "Yes, sir."
She did keep her mind on it as they made their way outside, and double-checked her instruments. Nothing suspicious registered--it hadn't even been a very powerful energy spike, and really, it wasn't like flashing lights automatically meant some kind of alien effect, Asgard beaming technology and Goa'uld crystals notwithstanding.
They met up with Teal'c and Daniel just outside the building they'd been working in and took their time walking back to the 'gate. The planet they were on was uninhabited, and it looked like it had been some time since anyone had visited, let alone lived there. Daniel was talking about the layout of the village, and mourning the lack of any sort of records in the buildings they'd searched.
Sam listened to him with only part of her mind and looked around her with the rest. The half mile or so from the abandoned village to the 'gate was made up of rows and rows of trees that had already shed their leaves for winter. It could have been creepy, but with the sun shining down and the leaves crunching underfoot it was actually pleasant. She lifted her head to see the sun illuminating the 'gate before them, a brilliant sunset that looked exactly right, for once.
Sam smiled and glanced at Jack, who was looking back with the small smile he thought people didn't notice. She didn't say anything to interrupt Daniel, just looked up toward the sky above the 'gate and then back. Jack's lips curved just a bit more, and Sam barely noticed their arrival at the DHD.
Daniel punched in the coordinates, still talking, and they walked through the 'gate and home.
*_*_*_*_*
The klaxon blared through the base as Sam struggled with a piece of technology SG-10 had brought back, activated in the gate room, and which was probably going to kill them all in the next few minutes.
"Carter," Jack said. He was leaning over her workbench, watching her as she fused two wires together, "are you almost done?"
Sam pushed away the thread of irritation the question brought up, not missing Jack's raised eyebrows as he caught her frown. She snapped the case together and threaded another wire through the opening.
"Yes, sir," she said. She stood and grabbed a few more things and raced out of her lab toward the gate room, Jack right behind her.
She reached the device, pulsing a menacing yellow, and hooked in the equipment she'd cobbled together. The yellow pulses continued, and she thought she could see just a hint of orange.
Jack was glaring at the device. "Carter--"
"That should have worked!" she said, going over each connection again. "It should have started drawing out the power--" She trailed off as something bothered her. Something was missing. She traced the lines of wire, but couldn't--
She felt the blood drain out of her face as she realized what it was, and knew that the component was back in her lab.
"Oh n--"
Jack shoved something into her hand. Sam grabbed it, looked at it in astonishment. "How did you--"
"Not the time, Carter," Jack said, his voice tense.
The machine was definitely pulsing orange now. Sam shoved the piece in, hoping she didn't electrocute herself and knowing they didn't have any more time. Nearly as soon as she'd plugged it in, the pulses faded in intensity, eventually subsiding completely.
Sam sat back on her heels, feeling the collective sigh of relief from everyone around her. Another close call, but they were going to be all right. She felt her face stretch into a grin, the kind she still couldn't control even after three years.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jack said from behind her.
Sam's grin threatened to split her face. She got to her feet, turned around. "Sir, how did you--"
Jack shrugged. "I just picked it up and forgot about it."
Sam knew that things often found their way out of her lab in her commanding officer's pockets, but usually they were replaceable, junk items she left out--she made sure that things she needed were in boxes. Preferably locked. Besides...
"But how did you know that was the thing I needed?" she said. She barely caught his confused expression as General Hammond came up to them.
"Good work, Major."
"Thank you, sir," Sam said, eyeing the lab techs who were arguing over the best way to move the now-quiescent object.
Hammond caught the look and said, "Major, would you take charge of that thing and make sure it doesn't turn on again?"
"Of course, sir," she said, already distracted. By the time they'd removed the device from the gateroom and stored it safely in one of the labs to be packaged up and shipped to Area 51, Sam had forgotten all about the extra component, and, when she remembered it later that night, decided it had been another example of their extremely good luck and turned over to fall asleep.
*_*_*_*_*_*
Sam and Teal'c sat on either side of Jack, all three of them cross-legged on the ground while Daniel sat a few steps in front of them, facing the spokesman for the Elders, none of whom spoke anything close to English, though apparently they spoke enough languages to get Daniel babbling back in almost as many as he knew. They also had access to some kind of technology they were willing to let SG-1 take a look at, provided Daniel answer their questions in sufficient detail.
Sam was having a hard time ignoring the way her foot was falling asleep, or the fact that her butt was getting very sore. She desperately wanted to move, but they'd all been cautioned repeatedly to move as little as possible. She let out a very, very small sigh.
The spokesman made a gesture, and Daniel stuttered a little before answering animatedly.
"I think the Elders just asked Daniel if he waxes," Jack said in a low voice.
Sam stifled her smile and chanced a small glance across Jack to Teal'c to see if he had heard. Teal'c, however, had his eyes closed. He was probably deep in keel-no-reem, and Sam was suddenly intensely jealous.
"Cheater," Jack muttered, and this time Sam did smile, just a little.
The Elder made another motion, and it really did look like someone doing charades of shaving their chest.
Jack said, "Told 'ya."
Sam almost couldn't help laughing, then, but one look at the stern Elders across from her was enough to remind her of their end of the deal. She straightened and tried to concentrate on the gestures and expressions between the two men in front of her. She thought about trying to shift a little to keep her butt from falling asleep, but she couldn't even tell that the Elders were breathing, let alone changing positions. She knew Jack had to be as uncomfortable as she was. She wished that she could be sitting a little farther away from him, too, because she could feel a little bit of his warmth on her bare arm, as well as the corner of his sleeve that just brushed her skin when he breathed. It was incredibly distracting, and Sam had the suspicion that Jack was leaning just a little bit to his left to torment her.
Plus, he smelled good.
Actually, that didn't seem right. They'd all had a long hike to the village, and it was warm. Sam was intimately familiar with how all her teammates smelled after a long day in the field, and while it didn't exactly bother her, it wasn't her favorite. She took a cautious sniff. Nothing. A breeze blew by and Sam inhaled again, and caught...nothing. The breeze was coming from the opposite direction. Sam frowned. She knew she'd just been thinking--
His sleeve brushed her arm again, and it practically radiated smug satisfaction. Sam ignored her desire to look out the corner of her eye, just knowing that she'd only get a blank look for her trouble, and tried to distract herself with some complicated equations.
It was Jack's turn to sigh.
A while later, Sam looked down at her lap, turning her arm slightly to see her watch. Sam's butt was now completely numb. It might have been an improvement, but Sam wasn't looking forward to standing up.
"Carter," Jack said, and she looked up, guilty, but his tone wasn't annoyed. Instead, he took a deep breath, and Sam copied him involuntarily. Her mouth began to water at the smells of meat roasting, and for the first time she noticed that there were more sounds in the background, now, people moving around, probably cooking.
"Do you think that's for us, sir?" she asked softly.
Jack's eyes gleamed. "I hope so."
Daniel and the spokesman stood up, and then Daniel called Jack over to finalize the deal. Jack lurched onto his feet, trying to mask his discomfort as much as possible and still walking as if his feet were asleep--which, Sam admitted, they probably were. Teal'c stood up in one fluid motion, and Sam debated asking him to help her up. She wasn't going to do much better than Jack had, and she really didn't want to fall over in front of their new friends.
She unfolded her legs and winced as blood began rushing back into them. Sam opened her mouth to call for Teal'c, but a hand had already grasped hers and was hauling her up.
"Jeez, Carter. Help a guy out, why don't you?" Jack said as Sam, surprised, ended up pulling back instead of moving forward onto her feet. At least she was standing now.
"Sorry, sir," she said. He'd gotten there so fast.
She brushed herself off quickly as Jack said, "It is for us. A welcome feast. I guess they felt pretty optimistic about us after all."
There was a group of people clustered around Daniel, pointing at various members of the team and asking questions. Daniel was doing his best to keep up, but Sam could tell even he felt a little overwhelmed.
"Glad it isn't me," Jack said.
"Me too, sir," Carter agreed. Daniel's mob was violating his personal space, now, though they seemed friendly instead of aggressive. Teal'c was keeping an eye on them, though, so she turned to speculation about the upcoming feast. "I'm thinking...roast beast, potatoes, some kind of vegetable mash, and something completely inedible for dessert."
"I'm hoping for pie," Jack said.
"You always say that!"
"I always hope."
******
Sam yawned as she tapped her fingernails against the desk. It had been a long night. She had tried to clear her desk of all the new artifacts that needed to be cleared before being sent on to Area 51--everything that the other scientists couldn't identify, which was a lot, seeing as Bill was on vacation. There was one thing in particular that was driving her crazy: a purplish metal sphere her team hadn't been able to look inside. It had a tiny seam, but no writing, and no documentation the SG-team who had brought it in had been able to find.
All Sam had been able to figure out was that it gave off a magnetic field of some kind, and didn't appear to be dangerous; if she couldn't find out anything else, it would have to go to Area 51 as-is, and she hated giving something so interesting over to the other scientists where she couldn't worry at it.
She had gone home at midnight, dropping into bed when she had a thought--it had been a brilliant thought, she knew, although she couldn't remember what it was. All she had done was scribbled herself a note that read, simply, "Daniel," with several underscores.
Sam was sure it had made sense at the time.
When she got in that morning, she had other things to take care of first--all the phone messages it had been too late to return last night, and the e-mail messages from people up later than she had been, or from D.C. early in the morning. Then there were the initial reports from MALP telemetry, and by the time she was finished with all of the essential work, it was lunchtime. She locked down her computer and lab and headed for the elevator.
She figured her first stop would be to see Daniel, and pick his brain. Maybe whatever she had thought last night would come to her when she saw him.
The elevator arrived, and she got in, hitting the button for the lab level. She rode down a couple of floors, watching the numbers tick by. Something wasn't right. Sam frowned, and then leaned forward and hit the button for the commissary level instead. When the door opened on Level 18, Sam stayed put, wondering why she didn't get off to at least check Daniel's lab, but something kept her in the elevator as the doors slid shut again.
It was still early enough that no one else stopped the elevator, and the doors slid open on Level 22. Sam wandered into the commissary, only to find Daniel, Teal'c, and Jack already at a table.
Daniel was waving one arm and shoveling mashed potatoes in with the other. Jack was facing away from the door but turned around just as she started to walk toward them and jerked his head to indicate that she should join them.
"Anyway," Daniel was saying, "I was just thinking that we should have someone go back, just in case--"
Sam interrupted, pretending offense, "You guys didn't call me?"
"Jack said you were coming," Daniel said.
Sam looked at Jack, who shrugged. Sam rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna get some food." It took a few minutes, and when she got back to the table, all three of her teammates were done. None of them appeared in a hurry to leave, though, so Sam ate while listening to Daniel expound on the stone monuments of the Hilel. She wished she could remember why she'd written Daniel's name down.
"What do you think, Sam?" Daniel said.
"Huh?" Sam snapped back to the table. "Oh. Uh...honestly, Daniel, I wasn't paying attention," she admitted. All three of her teammates gave her concerned looks.
"You weren't...paying attention?" Jack said slowly.
"Yeah," she replied, feeling the weight of their full attention on her. "I have this thing in my office, and it's been bugging me." Everyone relaxed.
"What is it?" Jack asked. He was eying the dessert tray, and now Sam wanted jello.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I was trying to figure that out." The Colonel got up and headed for dessert.
Sam looked at Daniel. "I was coming to find you, actually. Hoping you had some ideas."
"Huh. Where's it from?"
"SG-7 brought it back on their last mission. I was running tests on it last night." Sam sighed. "I wasn't getting anywhere, so I went home, and just before I fell asleep, I thought of something, but I can't remember what it was."
Jack returned and handed Sam a glass of jello and dug into a slice of pie.
"Perhaps you were just tired, Major Carter," Teal'c offered.
"What," Daniel said, "nothing for us?"
Jack swallowed the bite and said, "Carter asked me."
Daniel said, "No, she didn't."
At the same time, Sam said, "Of course I did, didn't I?" She went over their conversation. She clearly remembered Jack looking at the desserts, and then thinking that she wanted jello--
"I heard her, Daniel."
"I believe you are mistaken, O'Neill." Teal'c looked calm, but he'd gone from relaxed to high alert. Sam started to panic.
"Well, maybe I just saw her looking at them, then!" Jack said, exasperated.
That was probably it, Sam thought, relief rushing through her. It was the only logical explanation, really.
Daniel looked between them.
"I had been looking at the jello," Sam said.
"See?" Jack said, reasonably. "There you have it."
After a second, Teal'c backed down from high alert and Daniel shook his head.
"Sorry," Daniel said. "It's just... you never know, with this job."
Jack slapped Daniel on the back, and the idea was lost in Daniel's vocal complaints about abuse.
******
Sam was glaring at Jack, and if this had been the field, had been any other day, she might have been reprimanded. Heck, even if their team had been losing; Jack wasn't that great at keeping his irritation within reasonable bounds, especially when cards were involved.
Jack, however, was paying attention to his hand. Teal'c and Daniel were paying attention to Sam and Jack, respectively. There had been an edict issued thirty minutes ago that no one was to speak after the cards were dealt, unless they were going solo, as Daniel and Teal'c both thought that Sam and Jack were cheating. They had taken every hand and won every game so far, except for one in which Daniel dealt and they'd mysteriously ended up with nothing higher than a jack. Even then, they'd managed to take one of the tricks.
Sam was annoyed because she knew that Jack was going to go it alone, and also knew that she had a really, really good hand. She wanted to play this hand. They could win this hand together, and they'd win the game regardless.
"Clubs alone," Jack said with a smirk at Sam.
Carter glared as she discarded her hand.
Jack took all five tricks.
"You're cheating," Daniel said.
"Daniel, you've been saying that for the past hour. We haven't talked to each other, moved, or breathed out of turn for the past thirty minutes!" Jack said.
Daniel crossed his arms. "You've been looking at each other."
Jack gestured wildly. "We've been sitting around a table, and we can't very well play blindfolded!"
"It is a most unusual coincidence for you to win so many games in a row, O'Neill. Major Carter is not normally so formidable an opponent."
"Hey!" Sam protested. She'd been getting much better at maintaining a good poker face recently, and she'd won last week's game, too. Daniel was a surprisingly good poker player, and Teal'c wasn't far behind.
"Carter, you only won that game because Teal'c was seeing how many hands he could get Daniel to fold on."
"He was?"
Jack nodded, attempting to keep a straight face, but smirking in that way that meant he was secretly amused.
Well. That took the satisfaction right out of it.
"Uh, guys?" Daniel said. "Which game are you talking about?"
Jack shrugged, impatient. "Last week's, like Carter said."
Daniel and Teal'c exchanged a look. "Major Carter did not mention the game."
"Yes, she did," Jack said.
"No, she didn't. We were discussing your win today, and then you said she won the game because Teal'c was trying to make me lose. But--"
Daniel and Teal'c shared another look.
"Sam," Daniel said, "I think we need to try that blindfolded thing."
Sam was confused. "Daniel, that's ridiculous. We need to be able to see the cards to play. We're not psychic--" She realized what she was saying, saw the confirmation on Teal'c and Daniel's faces. "Oh, no. No, we're not."
"What?" Jack asked.
Sam said, "Sir, they think we're reading each others' minds and cheating that way."
Jack looked blank. "What?" he repeated.
"Come on," Daniel said. "It's the only explanation."
"It was luck!" Sam said.
Jack finally recovered. "Wouldn't I know if I was, oh, reading Carter's mind?"
Daniel opened his mouth to refute this and then closed it again. Sam arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Huh," he said finally. "You would think so."
They all looked at Jack, who looked back, clearly confused. "What?"
"I think I would notice, too, guys." Sam folded her arms. "Besides, how could we be doing that? I mean, it's not impossible for beings somewhere in the galaxy to have what we would think of as unusual gifts--we've met some. But me? And the Colonel?"
"What if--what if you touched something?"
"Oh, come on!" Jack said. "Touched something? Daniel, we're not psychic!"
"You could be."
"Could not."
Daniel set his jaw.
This, of course, led to Sam and Jack sitting on opposite ends of the room, each facing either Teal'c or Daniel, looking at a card while the other person guessed what was on it.
"Jack of hearts," Sam said wearily. They'd gone through the deck once already, and they'd gotten less than five right. Plus, she had the most annoying song stuck in her head--kind of a cross between "Row Row Row Your Boat" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb." It was driving her crazy.
Daniel scribbled something down, and Teal'c held up another card for Jack.
"This is stupid," Jack said.
"Jack," Daniel warned.
"No, Daniel, it's stupid. How many have we gotten right this time?"
Daniel checked his notes. "Uh...three. Out of thirty-eight."
"Three?" Sam asked.
"And I'd felt so good about the last twenty," Jack bit out. "Are you satisfied?"
"At least let me finish the deck," Daniel insisted. He had that glint in his eye that meant he was going to be stubborn, and Sam knew from experience they might as well guess at the remaining fourteen cards.
Jack threw up his hands. "Fine."
"Okay," Daniel said. He held up the seven of diamonds for Sam, who, just for fun, decided she would actually try, picturing the image of the card being caught up in a little Asgard beam and being deposited into Jack's head.
"Seven of diamonds," Jack said, and Sam jolted in surprise.
"Right," Daniel said and marked it down on his paper. Sam shook her head. Coincidence.
Daniel was looking at her expectantly, and Sam realized it was her turn to guess. "Um..." she said, and she got the most peculiar feeling, and found herself saying, "Ace of hearts."
She blinked.
Daniel looked surprised when Teal'c said, "That is correct."
"Huh," Daniel said, and marked it down. He held up the new card, and almost as soon as Sam saw it, Jack said, "Queen of spades."
"Right!" Daniel was starting to look smug again.
"Daniel, there's nothing unusual about a couple of good guesses," Sam said. "In fact, it's almost more surprising we haven't had a run--"
"Sam," Daniel prompted.
"like this--oh, fine, eight of clubs--before."
"Correct," Teal'c said.
Sam twisted in her chair. "What?"
Jack was twisted in his own chair and giving her a funny look. Sam couldn't quite blame him. She hadn't even been thinking about what she was saying, just picked the first card that came to mind.
"Sir, I don't--"
"It's just coincidence," Jack said. "Right?"
Sam looked at him, and then at Daniel. "Let's finish the deck."
They didn't miss one.
******
"We're not psychic," Jack insisted.
"Jack, you and Sam got fourteen right in a row," Daniel said. He was pocketing his car keys. Teal'c, Daniel, and Sam had persuaded Jack that neither Jack nor Sam should be driving, just in case. Jack had used the trip to gripe about it and try to convince the others that there was some other, more logical, solution.
Sam might have joined him, but she kept running the numbers and coming up with phrases like, "highly unlikely," and "might as well be impossible."
The other word she kept thinking was "trouble."
"Only if it's true," Jack said.
"Only if what's true?" Daniel asked. They reached the elevator, and Teal'c punched the button.
"Only if we're actually reading each others' minds," Sam said. "But, sir, I didn't say that out loud."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. After a moment, they started to slide back closed again. Teal'c reached out a hand and held the doors open.
Jack looked at Sam. Sam looked back, and she felt it then, a knot of apprehension that wasn't all hers.
Jack felt it, too; he rubbed a hand through his hair. "Well, crap."
SG-1 had conferred about who they needed to see first when they got on-base, and had agreed upon Janet. She wasn't in the infirmary when they arrived, but a strategic phone call took care of that. It was amazing how quickly people moved in the SGC when you said the words "Possible alien-induced telepathy."
Janet arrived just minutes later, Cassie in tow.
"Hey, guys," she said. She dropped her bag on the floor by the wall--safely out of the way of Siler's feet--and hopped up onto a vacant bed. "What did Jack touch this time?"
"Hey!" Jack said. It was a common misconception that Daniel was the one who kept touching the things that got SG-1 into trouble, but Cassie had gotten it in her head that Jack was the true culprit. The truth was, of course, that they had all done their share of stupid things over the years, but it was a lot more fun to let Cassie tease Jack than it was to correct her.
Jack glared at each of them. "Traitors. We don't know it's my fault."
"Yet," Cassie said, earning her a glare from Jack.
He crossed his arms. "Where's your mom?"
"Coming," Cassie said. "She got waylaid by General Hammond."
Jack groaned. Sam knew exactly how he felt. Really. The knot of tension that Cassie's teasing had started to unwind tightened up again.
Teal'c said, "Cassandra Fraiser, you have not yet responded to my inquiry about which cultural event you are most interested in."
"Oh!" Cassie said. "I meant to tell you about this concert I heard about--"
"I said no, Cassie." Janet entered the infirmary, giving Cassie a stern look. "You can't go if you're not over eighteen, and--" Cassie started to open her mouth, but Janet quelled her with another look, "no, you can't ask Sam to make you a fake ID."
Cassie pouted and flopped back onto her pillow.
Teal'c just raised an eyebrow. Janet turned to him, looking frazzled. "Sorry about that."
"There is nothing to be sorry for, Dr. Fraiser. I believe that Cassandra and I will see the play for our next outing."
Janet gave Teal'c a warm smile. "Sounds perfect." She looked at Jack and Sam for the first time, her frown reappearing. "Alien-induced telepathy?" she said.
Sam and Jack shrugged in unison, and then glared at each other.
"Oh, boy," Janet said. "Okay, so let's run all the standard tests first, and then when General Hammond gets here, you can give us the full story."
"Great," Sam said, picturing how well that conversation would go.
Jack grimaced, and Sam just knew he was picturing a really big needle. "Peachy."
******
"Telepathy? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this is going to cause?" General Hammond hadn't waited for any explanation when he arrived in the infirmary.
Jack winced. Or maybe Sam did. It was getting hard to tell, Sam thought. In just the few short hours since they'd known what was going on, the connection seemed to have gotten much stronger. Whoever's reaction it was, however, matched her thoughts exactly. The last thing they needed was the NID getting a hold of this little problem. If this got out, there would be hell to pay.
"Sir, at first we weren't sure we weren't imagining things," Sam said, feeling the need to justify herself.
"At first?" Hammond said, his frown deepening.
"Well..." Sam said. She had been thinking about this since they'd known for sure, and she kept remembering strange events that suddenly had an explanation. General Hammond was looking at her expectantly. "Sir," she said, "do you remember that bomb in the Gateroom?"
"The bomb in the--that was weeks ago, Major! You noticed this several weeks ago and didn't say anything?"
"No!" Jack and Sam said. They looked at each other, and then back at Hammond, who looked apoplectic.
"No, sir," Sam said, more quietly. "I didn't realize at the time, but Colonel O'Neill had exactly the piece of equipment I needed to defuse the bomb." She shook her head. "At the time, I thought it was just a coincidence, but now--"
Everything looked different, now.
"It wasn't the only time," Jack said, more quietly than usual. Sam flashed back to jello, and then to an alien world and some really sore knees. She groaned.
This wasn't going to go well.
Fin...ish
For this year's Day of Indulgence, I decided to tackle a project I'd been working on for a while already: a Sam/Jack telepathy fic that wasn't about how awesome a psychic bond would be, but also about how annoying sharing a mind would be, especially since Sam and Jack are very different people.
It is, alas, with great regret that I must admit defeat. For now.
I will, however, share what I have, which is, essentially, all the setup and none of the climax or resolution. Therefore, you get Sam and Jack being adorable, without the angst that was supposed to come after!
(It's also fairly long, for all that there isn't much there.)
A bright flash of light left Sam wondering if her eyes were open or shut. It was already dim in the room where she was working, and the contrast really didn't help.
"Ow. Carter?"
"Sorry, sir." She looked up, blinking. Some of her sight was returning, around the edges. "Wow. That was really bright."
Jack scrunched his face and blinked himself. "Let's not touch whatever you just touched again."
Sam shook her head. "I just brushed up against this panel here. I'll be more careful, sir." It hadn't looked like it would do anything--there were buttons all up and down the pillar, but she hadn't been anywhere near them.
Jack gave her a look. "That thing didn't do anything to us, right?" he asked.
Sam shrugged. "I don't think so, sir. As far as I could tell, there wasn't enough power left for anything but that flash--probably some kind of overload."
"Ah," Jack said. He checked his watch. "It's about time to pack up."
Sam frowned at her own watch and then started putting her equipment away. It had gotten pretty late, despite the fact that the only thing worth investigating on this world seemed to be no more than a strobe light. She sighed. Sometimes she wondered if they'd already found all the cool stuff, and the next minute she was calculating the size of this galaxy and laughing at herself. They'd only been going through the 'gate for a few years, after all--there were still plenty of planets to explore.
Jack toggled his radio. "Daniel, Teal'c. Time to hit the road."
"We are approaching, O'Neill," came the response. Sam grinned but didn't pause as she tucked away yet another sensitive instrument into her pack.
Sam finished loading the pack and Jack lifted it, clipping it in to her vest. She adjusted the weight and grunted.
"Just let me know if you notice anything..." he waved his hands, "weird."
Sam smiled. "Yes, sir."
She did keep her mind on it as they made their way outside, and double-checked her instruments. Nothing suspicious registered--it hadn't even been a very powerful energy spike, and really, it wasn't like flashing lights automatically meant some kind of alien effect, Asgard beaming technology and Goa'uld crystals notwithstanding.
They met up with Teal'c and Daniel just outside the building they'd been working in and took their time walking back to the 'gate. The planet they were on was uninhabited, and it looked like it had been some time since anyone had visited, let alone lived there. Daniel was talking about the layout of the village, and mourning the lack of any sort of records in the buildings they'd searched.
Sam listened to him with only part of her mind and looked around her with the rest. The half mile or so from the abandoned village to the 'gate was made up of rows and rows of trees that had already shed their leaves for winter. It could have been creepy, but with the sun shining down and the leaves crunching underfoot it was actually pleasant. She lifted her head to see the sun illuminating the 'gate before them, a brilliant sunset that looked exactly right, for once.
Sam smiled and glanced at Jack, who was looking back with the small smile he thought people didn't notice. She didn't say anything to interrupt Daniel, just looked up toward the sky above the 'gate and then back. Jack's lips curved just a bit more, and Sam barely noticed their arrival at the DHD.
Daniel punched in the coordinates, still talking, and they walked through the 'gate and home.
*_*_*_*_*
The klaxon blared through the base as Sam struggled with a piece of technology SG-10 had brought back, activated in the gate room, and which was probably going to kill them all in the next few minutes.
"Carter," Jack said. He was leaning over her workbench, watching her as she fused two wires together, "are you almost done?"
Sam pushed away the thread of irritation the question brought up, not missing Jack's raised eyebrows as he caught her frown. She snapped the case together and threaded another wire through the opening.
"Yes, sir," she said. She stood and grabbed a few more things and raced out of her lab toward the gate room, Jack right behind her.
She reached the device, pulsing a menacing yellow, and hooked in the equipment she'd cobbled together. The yellow pulses continued, and she thought she could see just a hint of orange.
Jack was glaring at the device. "Carter--"
"That should have worked!" she said, going over each connection again. "It should have started drawing out the power--" She trailed off as something bothered her. Something was missing. She traced the lines of wire, but couldn't--
She felt the blood drain out of her face as she realized what it was, and knew that the component was back in her lab.
"Oh n--"
Jack shoved something into her hand. Sam grabbed it, looked at it in astonishment. "How did you--"
"Not the time, Carter," Jack said, his voice tense.
The machine was definitely pulsing orange now. Sam shoved the piece in, hoping she didn't electrocute herself and knowing they didn't have any more time. Nearly as soon as she'd plugged it in, the pulses faded in intensity, eventually subsiding completely.
Sam sat back on her heels, feeling the collective sigh of relief from everyone around her. Another close call, but they were going to be all right. She felt her face stretch into a grin, the kind she still couldn't control even after three years.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jack said from behind her.
Sam's grin threatened to split her face. She got to her feet, turned around. "Sir, how did you--"
Jack shrugged. "I just picked it up and forgot about it."
Sam knew that things often found their way out of her lab in her commanding officer's pockets, but usually they were replaceable, junk items she left out--she made sure that things she needed were in boxes. Preferably locked. Besides...
"But how did you know that was the thing I needed?" she said. She barely caught his confused expression as General Hammond came up to them.
"Good work, Major."
"Thank you, sir," Sam said, eyeing the lab techs who were arguing over the best way to move the now-quiescent object.
Hammond caught the look and said, "Major, would you take charge of that thing and make sure it doesn't turn on again?"
"Of course, sir," she said, already distracted. By the time they'd removed the device from the gateroom and stored it safely in one of the labs to be packaged up and shipped to Area 51, Sam had forgotten all about the extra component, and, when she remembered it later that night, decided it had been another example of their extremely good luck and turned over to fall asleep.
*_*_*_*_*_*
Sam and Teal'c sat on either side of Jack, all three of them cross-legged on the ground while Daniel sat a few steps in front of them, facing the spokesman for the Elders, none of whom spoke anything close to English, though apparently they spoke enough languages to get Daniel babbling back in almost as many as he knew. They also had access to some kind of technology they were willing to let SG-1 take a look at, provided Daniel answer their questions in sufficient detail.
Sam was having a hard time ignoring the way her foot was falling asleep, or the fact that her butt was getting very sore. She desperately wanted to move, but they'd all been cautioned repeatedly to move as little as possible. She let out a very, very small sigh.
The spokesman made a gesture, and Daniel stuttered a little before answering animatedly.
"I think the Elders just asked Daniel if he waxes," Jack said in a low voice.
Sam stifled her smile and chanced a small glance across Jack to Teal'c to see if he had heard. Teal'c, however, had his eyes closed. He was probably deep in keel-no-reem, and Sam was suddenly intensely jealous.
"Cheater," Jack muttered, and this time Sam did smile, just a little.
The Elder made another motion, and it really did look like someone doing charades of shaving their chest.
Jack said, "Told 'ya."
Sam almost couldn't help laughing, then, but one look at the stern Elders across from her was enough to remind her of their end of the deal. She straightened and tried to concentrate on the gestures and expressions between the two men in front of her. She thought about trying to shift a little to keep her butt from falling asleep, but she couldn't even tell that the Elders were breathing, let alone changing positions. She knew Jack had to be as uncomfortable as she was. She wished that she could be sitting a little farther away from him, too, because she could feel a little bit of his warmth on her bare arm, as well as the corner of his sleeve that just brushed her skin when he breathed. It was incredibly distracting, and Sam had the suspicion that Jack was leaning just a little bit to his left to torment her.
Plus, he smelled good.
Actually, that didn't seem right. They'd all had a long hike to the village, and it was warm. Sam was intimately familiar with how all her teammates smelled after a long day in the field, and while it didn't exactly bother her, it wasn't her favorite. She took a cautious sniff. Nothing. A breeze blew by and Sam inhaled again, and caught...nothing. The breeze was coming from the opposite direction. Sam frowned. She knew she'd just been thinking--
His sleeve brushed her arm again, and it practically radiated smug satisfaction. Sam ignored her desire to look out the corner of her eye, just knowing that she'd only get a blank look for her trouble, and tried to distract herself with some complicated equations.
It was Jack's turn to sigh.
A while later, Sam looked down at her lap, turning her arm slightly to see her watch. Sam's butt was now completely numb. It might have been an improvement, but Sam wasn't looking forward to standing up.
"Carter," Jack said, and she looked up, guilty, but his tone wasn't annoyed. Instead, he took a deep breath, and Sam copied him involuntarily. Her mouth began to water at the smells of meat roasting, and for the first time she noticed that there were more sounds in the background, now, people moving around, probably cooking.
"Do you think that's for us, sir?" she asked softly.
Jack's eyes gleamed. "I hope so."
Daniel and the spokesman stood up, and then Daniel called Jack over to finalize the deal. Jack lurched onto his feet, trying to mask his discomfort as much as possible and still walking as if his feet were asleep--which, Sam admitted, they probably were. Teal'c stood up in one fluid motion, and Sam debated asking him to help her up. She wasn't going to do much better than Jack had, and she really didn't want to fall over in front of their new friends.
She unfolded her legs and winced as blood began rushing back into them. Sam opened her mouth to call for Teal'c, but a hand had already grasped hers and was hauling her up.
"Jeez, Carter. Help a guy out, why don't you?" Jack said as Sam, surprised, ended up pulling back instead of moving forward onto her feet. At least she was standing now.
"Sorry, sir," she said. He'd gotten there so fast.
She brushed herself off quickly as Jack said, "It is for us. A welcome feast. I guess they felt pretty optimistic about us after all."
There was a group of people clustered around Daniel, pointing at various members of the team and asking questions. Daniel was doing his best to keep up, but Sam could tell even he felt a little overwhelmed.
"Glad it isn't me," Jack said.
"Me too, sir," Carter agreed. Daniel's mob was violating his personal space, now, though they seemed friendly instead of aggressive. Teal'c was keeping an eye on them, though, so she turned to speculation about the upcoming feast. "I'm thinking...roast beast, potatoes, some kind of vegetable mash, and something completely inedible for dessert."
"I'm hoping for pie," Jack said.
"You always say that!"
"I always hope."
******
Sam yawned as she tapped her fingernails against the desk. It had been a long night. She had tried to clear her desk of all the new artifacts that needed to be cleared before being sent on to Area 51--everything that the other scientists couldn't identify, which was a lot, seeing as Bill was on vacation. There was one thing in particular that was driving her crazy: a purplish metal sphere her team hadn't been able to look inside. It had a tiny seam, but no writing, and no documentation the SG-team who had brought it in had been able to find.
All Sam had been able to figure out was that it gave off a magnetic field of some kind, and didn't appear to be dangerous; if she couldn't find out anything else, it would have to go to Area 51 as-is, and she hated giving something so interesting over to the other scientists where she couldn't worry at it.
She had gone home at midnight, dropping into bed when she had a thought--it had been a brilliant thought, she knew, although she couldn't remember what it was. All she had done was scribbled herself a note that read, simply, "Daniel," with several underscores.
Sam was sure it had made sense at the time.
When she got in that morning, she had other things to take care of first--all the phone messages it had been too late to return last night, and the e-mail messages from people up later than she had been, or from D.C. early in the morning. Then there were the initial reports from MALP telemetry, and by the time she was finished with all of the essential work, it was lunchtime. She locked down her computer and lab and headed for the elevator.
She figured her first stop would be to see Daniel, and pick his brain. Maybe whatever she had thought last night would come to her when she saw him.
The elevator arrived, and she got in, hitting the button for the lab level. She rode down a couple of floors, watching the numbers tick by. Something wasn't right. Sam frowned, and then leaned forward and hit the button for the commissary level instead. When the door opened on Level 18, Sam stayed put, wondering why she didn't get off to at least check Daniel's lab, but something kept her in the elevator as the doors slid shut again.
It was still early enough that no one else stopped the elevator, and the doors slid open on Level 22. Sam wandered into the commissary, only to find Daniel, Teal'c, and Jack already at a table.
Daniel was waving one arm and shoveling mashed potatoes in with the other. Jack was facing away from the door but turned around just as she started to walk toward them and jerked his head to indicate that she should join them.
"Anyway," Daniel was saying, "I was just thinking that we should have someone go back, just in case--"
Sam interrupted, pretending offense, "You guys didn't call me?"
"Jack said you were coming," Daniel said.
Sam looked at Jack, who shrugged. Sam rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna get some food." It took a few minutes, and when she got back to the table, all three of her teammates were done. None of them appeared in a hurry to leave, though, so Sam ate while listening to Daniel expound on the stone monuments of the Hilel. She wished she could remember why she'd written Daniel's name down.
"What do you think, Sam?" Daniel said.
"Huh?" Sam snapped back to the table. "Oh. Uh...honestly, Daniel, I wasn't paying attention," she admitted. All three of her teammates gave her concerned looks.
"You weren't...paying attention?" Jack said slowly.
"Yeah," she replied, feeling the weight of their full attention on her. "I have this thing in my office, and it's been bugging me." Everyone relaxed.
"What is it?" Jack asked. He was eying the dessert tray, and now Sam wanted jello.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I was trying to figure that out." The Colonel got up and headed for dessert.
Sam looked at Daniel. "I was coming to find you, actually. Hoping you had some ideas."
"Huh. Where's it from?"
"SG-7 brought it back on their last mission. I was running tests on it last night." Sam sighed. "I wasn't getting anywhere, so I went home, and just before I fell asleep, I thought of something, but I can't remember what it was."
Jack returned and handed Sam a glass of jello and dug into a slice of pie.
"Perhaps you were just tired, Major Carter," Teal'c offered.
"What," Daniel said, "nothing for us?"
Jack swallowed the bite and said, "Carter asked me."
Daniel said, "No, she didn't."
At the same time, Sam said, "Of course I did, didn't I?" She went over their conversation. She clearly remembered Jack looking at the desserts, and then thinking that she wanted jello--
"I heard her, Daniel."
"I believe you are mistaken, O'Neill." Teal'c looked calm, but he'd gone from relaxed to high alert. Sam started to panic.
"Well, maybe I just saw her looking at them, then!" Jack said, exasperated.
That was probably it, Sam thought, relief rushing through her. It was the only logical explanation, really.
Daniel looked between them.
"I had been looking at the jello," Sam said.
"See?" Jack said, reasonably. "There you have it."
After a second, Teal'c backed down from high alert and Daniel shook his head.
"Sorry," Daniel said. "It's just... you never know, with this job."
Jack slapped Daniel on the back, and the idea was lost in Daniel's vocal complaints about abuse.
******
Sam was glaring at Jack, and if this had been the field, had been any other day, she might have been reprimanded. Heck, even if their team had been losing; Jack wasn't that great at keeping his irritation within reasonable bounds, especially when cards were involved.
Jack, however, was paying attention to his hand. Teal'c and Daniel were paying attention to Sam and Jack, respectively. There had been an edict issued thirty minutes ago that no one was to speak after the cards were dealt, unless they were going solo, as Daniel and Teal'c both thought that Sam and Jack were cheating. They had taken every hand and won every game so far, except for one in which Daniel dealt and they'd mysteriously ended up with nothing higher than a jack. Even then, they'd managed to take one of the tricks.
Sam was annoyed because she knew that Jack was going to go it alone, and also knew that she had a really, really good hand. She wanted to play this hand. They could win this hand together, and they'd win the game regardless.
"Clubs alone," Jack said with a smirk at Sam.
Carter glared as she discarded her hand.
Jack took all five tricks.
"You're cheating," Daniel said.
"Daniel, you've been saying that for the past hour. We haven't talked to each other, moved, or breathed out of turn for the past thirty minutes!" Jack said.
Daniel crossed his arms. "You've been looking at each other."
Jack gestured wildly. "We've been sitting around a table, and we can't very well play blindfolded!"
"It is a most unusual coincidence for you to win so many games in a row, O'Neill. Major Carter is not normally so formidable an opponent."
"Hey!" Sam protested. She'd been getting much better at maintaining a good poker face recently, and she'd won last week's game, too. Daniel was a surprisingly good poker player, and Teal'c wasn't far behind.
"Carter, you only won that game because Teal'c was seeing how many hands he could get Daniel to fold on."
"He was?"
Jack nodded, attempting to keep a straight face, but smirking in that way that meant he was secretly amused.
Well. That took the satisfaction right out of it.
"Uh, guys?" Daniel said. "Which game are you talking about?"
Jack shrugged, impatient. "Last week's, like Carter said."
Daniel and Teal'c exchanged a look. "Major Carter did not mention the game."
"Yes, she did," Jack said.
"No, she didn't. We were discussing your win today, and then you said she won the game because Teal'c was trying to make me lose. But--"
Daniel and Teal'c shared another look.
"Sam," Daniel said, "I think we need to try that blindfolded thing."
Sam was confused. "Daniel, that's ridiculous. We need to be able to see the cards to play. We're not psychic--" She realized what she was saying, saw the confirmation on Teal'c and Daniel's faces. "Oh, no. No, we're not."
"What?" Jack asked.
Sam said, "Sir, they think we're reading each others' minds and cheating that way."
Jack looked blank. "What?" he repeated.
"Come on," Daniel said. "It's the only explanation."
"It was luck!" Sam said.
Jack finally recovered. "Wouldn't I know if I was, oh, reading Carter's mind?"
Daniel opened his mouth to refute this and then closed it again. Sam arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Huh," he said finally. "You would think so."
They all looked at Jack, who looked back, clearly confused. "What?"
"I think I would notice, too, guys." Sam folded her arms. "Besides, how could we be doing that? I mean, it's not impossible for beings somewhere in the galaxy to have what we would think of as unusual gifts--we've met some. But me? And the Colonel?"
"What if--what if you touched something?"
"Oh, come on!" Jack said. "Touched something? Daniel, we're not psychic!"
"You could be."
"Could not."
Daniel set his jaw.
This, of course, led to Sam and Jack sitting on opposite ends of the room, each facing either Teal'c or Daniel, looking at a card while the other person guessed what was on it.
"Jack of hearts," Sam said wearily. They'd gone through the deck once already, and they'd gotten less than five right. Plus, she had the most annoying song stuck in her head--kind of a cross between "Row Row Row Your Boat" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb." It was driving her crazy.
Daniel scribbled something down, and Teal'c held up another card for Jack.
"This is stupid," Jack said.
"Jack," Daniel warned.
"No, Daniel, it's stupid. How many have we gotten right this time?"
Daniel checked his notes. "Uh...three. Out of thirty-eight."
"Three?" Sam asked.
"And I'd felt so good about the last twenty," Jack bit out. "Are you satisfied?"
"At least let me finish the deck," Daniel insisted. He had that glint in his eye that meant he was going to be stubborn, and Sam knew from experience they might as well guess at the remaining fourteen cards.
Jack threw up his hands. "Fine."
"Okay," Daniel said. He held up the seven of diamonds for Sam, who, just for fun, decided she would actually try, picturing the image of the card being caught up in a little Asgard beam and being deposited into Jack's head.
"Seven of diamonds," Jack said, and Sam jolted in surprise.
"Right," Daniel said and marked it down on his paper. Sam shook her head. Coincidence.
Daniel was looking at her expectantly, and Sam realized it was her turn to guess. "Um..." she said, and she got the most peculiar feeling, and found herself saying, "Ace of hearts."
She blinked.
Daniel looked surprised when Teal'c said, "That is correct."
"Huh," Daniel said, and marked it down. He held up the new card, and almost as soon as Sam saw it, Jack said, "Queen of spades."
"Right!" Daniel was starting to look smug again.
"Daniel, there's nothing unusual about a couple of good guesses," Sam said. "In fact, it's almost more surprising we haven't had a run--"
"Sam," Daniel prompted.
"like this--oh, fine, eight of clubs--before."
"Correct," Teal'c said.
Sam twisted in her chair. "What?"
Jack was twisted in his own chair and giving her a funny look. Sam couldn't quite blame him. She hadn't even been thinking about what she was saying, just picked the first card that came to mind.
"Sir, I don't--"
"It's just coincidence," Jack said. "Right?"
Sam looked at him, and then at Daniel. "Let's finish the deck."
They didn't miss one.
******
"We're not psychic," Jack insisted.
"Jack, you and Sam got fourteen right in a row," Daniel said. He was pocketing his car keys. Teal'c, Daniel, and Sam had persuaded Jack that neither Jack nor Sam should be driving, just in case. Jack had used the trip to gripe about it and try to convince the others that there was some other, more logical, solution.
Sam might have joined him, but she kept running the numbers and coming up with phrases like, "highly unlikely," and "might as well be impossible."
The other word she kept thinking was "trouble."
"Only if it's true," Jack said.
"Only if what's true?" Daniel asked. They reached the elevator, and Teal'c punched the button.
"Only if we're actually reading each others' minds," Sam said. "But, sir, I didn't say that out loud."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. After a moment, they started to slide back closed again. Teal'c reached out a hand and held the doors open.
Jack looked at Sam. Sam looked back, and she felt it then, a knot of apprehension that wasn't all hers.
Jack felt it, too; he rubbed a hand through his hair. "Well, crap."
SG-1 had conferred about who they needed to see first when they got on-base, and had agreed upon Janet. She wasn't in the infirmary when they arrived, but a strategic phone call took care of that. It was amazing how quickly people moved in the SGC when you said the words "Possible alien-induced telepathy."
Janet arrived just minutes later, Cassie in tow.
"Hey, guys," she said. She dropped her bag on the floor by the wall--safely out of the way of Siler's feet--and hopped up onto a vacant bed. "What did Jack touch this time?"
"Hey!" Jack said. It was a common misconception that Daniel was the one who kept touching the things that got SG-1 into trouble, but Cassie had gotten it in her head that Jack was the true culprit. The truth was, of course, that they had all done their share of stupid things over the years, but it was a lot more fun to let Cassie tease Jack than it was to correct her.
Jack glared at each of them. "Traitors. We don't know it's my fault."
"Yet," Cassie said, earning her a glare from Jack.
He crossed his arms. "Where's your mom?"
"Coming," Cassie said. "She got waylaid by General Hammond."
Jack groaned. Sam knew exactly how he felt. Really. The knot of tension that Cassie's teasing had started to unwind tightened up again.
Teal'c said, "Cassandra Fraiser, you have not yet responded to my inquiry about which cultural event you are most interested in."
"Oh!" Cassie said. "I meant to tell you about this concert I heard about--"
"I said no, Cassie." Janet entered the infirmary, giving Cassie a stern look. "You can't go if you're not over eighteen, and--" Cassie started to open her mouth, but Janet quelled her with another look, "no, you can't ask Sam to make you a fake ID."
Cassie pouted and flopped back onto her pillow.
Teal'c just raised an eyebrow. Janet turned to him, looking frazzled. "Sorry about that."
"There is nothing to be sorry for, Dr. Fraiser. I believe that Cassandra and I will see the play for our next outing."
Janet gave Teal'c a warm smile. "Sounds perfect." She looked at Jack and Sam for the first time, her frown reappearing. "Alien-induced telepathy?" she said.
Sam and Jack shrugged in unison, and then glared at each other.
"Oh, boy," Janet said. "Okay, so let's run all the standard tests first, and then when General Hammond gets here, you can give us the full story."
"Great," Sam said, picturing how well that conversation would go.
Jack grimaced, and Sam just knew he was picturing a really big needle. "Peachy."
******
"Telepathy? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this is going to cause?" General Hammond hadn't waited for any explanation when he arrived in the infirmary.
Jack winced. Or maybe Sam did. It was getting hard to tell, Sam thought. In just the few short hours since they'd known what was going on, the connection seemed to have gotten much stronger. Whoever's reaction it was, however, matched her thoughts exactly. The last thing they needed was the NID getting a hold of this little problem. If this got out, there would be hell to pay.
"Sir, at first we weren't sure we weren't imagining things," Sam said, feeling the need to justify herself.
"At first?" Hammond said, his frown deepening.
"Well..." Sam said. She had been thinking about this since they'd known for sure, and she kept remembering strange events that suddenly had an explanation. General Hammond was looking at her expectantly. "Sir," she said, "do you remember that bomb in the Gateroom?"
"The bomb in the--that was weeks ago, Major! You noticed this several weeks ago and didn't say anything?"
"No!" Jack and Sam said. They looked at each other, and then back at Hammond, who looked apoplectic.
"No, sir," Sam said, more quietly. "I didn't realize at the time, but Colonel O'Neill had exactly the piece of equipment I needed to defuse the bomb." She shook her head. "At the time, I thought it was just a coincidence, but now--"
Everything looked different, now.
"It wasn't the only time," Jack said, more quietly than usual. Sam flashed back to jello, and then to an alien world and some really sore knees. She groaned.
This wasn't going to go well.
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I hope you feel like continuing this someday, even if it's just random snippets.
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