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splash_the_cat) requested, for the timestamp meme, one hour after “Temporary Deadness.” I wanted to do something unusual, which you can see here. It's in PDF format, and on my website.
Then I remembered poor Cam was supposed to explain why Sam got turned into a zombie, and the following happened. So bonus!
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splash_the_cat) requested, for the timestamp meme, one hour after “Temporary Deadness.” I wanted to do something unusual, which you can see here. It's in PDF format, and on my website.Then I remembered poor Cam was supposed to explain why Sam got turned into a zombie, and the following happened. So bonus!
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In the end, Sam took pity on Cameron and didn't mention the fact that she had been going to make him explain exactly why this was his fault.
He was just as annoying as she'd feared, but just before he'd gotten to the really bad jokes, he'd shut up. Mysteriously.
It might have been because it was then her eyebrow decided to jump ship and land on the table with just the barest hint of a thud.
Cameron stopped talking. Teal'c started to raise his eyebrow, but thought better of it and remained stoic. Vala said, optimistically, "I'm sure that'll...grow back."
Daniel, having gotten over his initial disquiet, laughed, but stopped at a very evil glare from Sam. She felt slightly happier knowing her face was undoubtedly much scarier with just one eyebrow.
Hours later, after the physical was done, Sam sat down at her workbench in her lab and sighed. The phone rang, and she picked it up reluctantly.
"Hello, Jack," she said.
A pause.
She said impatiently, "Come on, like it was hard to guess. Who called you? Daniel? Cam?"
On the other end of the line, Jack cleared his throat. "Ah...Vala, actually."
That was such a surprise.
Sam sighed again. "Okay, tell me your joke."
Another pause. "I don't think you're in the mood."
"Just tell me, Jack. You won't be happy until you do."
"Okay, okay. What do you call a 2,000 pound zombie?"
Silence. Sam poked listlessly at a doohickey that she was pretty sure had been in her lab since the first year. She could definitely wait this one out. About ten seconds later, General Landry poked his head through the door.
"Sir?" Sam asked.
More silence on the line, then, "How did you know?" Jack asked, puzzled, just as Landry asked, "Is that Jack?"
Sam said, reluctantly, "Yes, sir."
Landry nodded. "You have my permission to kick his ass if he gives you too much trouble."
Sam smiled.
"I heard that."
"Thank you, sir."
Landry just nodded and headed back down the hallway.
"You know, I remember you used to call me that."
"Uh huh."
"That was before you were dead, though."
"Ah, the good old days." Sam tossed the old doohickey into a bin behind her desk. She wasn't sure why, but she felt much better just getting it off her desk.
"God, I miss going off-world."
She considered the statement for a moment. She knew exactly what he meant. "It was Cam's fault."
“Of course it was.”
He was just as annoying as she'd feared, but just before he'd gotten to the really bad jokes, he'd shut up. Mysteriously.
It might have been because it was then her eyebrow decided to jump ship and land on the table with just the barest hint of a thud.
Cameron stopped talking. Teal'c started to raise his eyebrow, but thought better of it and remained stoic. Vala said, optimistically, "I'm sure that'll...grow back."
Daniel, having gotten over his initial disquiet, laughed, but stopped at a very evil glare from Sam. She felt slightly happier knowing her face was undoubtedly much scarier with just one eyebrow.
Hours later, after the physical was done, Sam sat down at her workbench in her lab and sighed. The phone rang, and she picked it up reluctantly.
"Hello, Jack," she said.
A pause.
She said impatiently, "Come on, like it was hard to guess. Who called you? Daniel? Cam?"
On the other end of the line, Jack cleared his throat. "Ah...Vala, actually."
That was such a surprise.
Sam sighed again. "Okay, tell me your joke."
Another pause. "I don't think you're in the mood."
"Just tell me, Jack. You won't be happy until you do."
"Okay, okay. What do you call a 2,000 pound zombie?"
Silence. Sam poked listlessly at a doohickey that she was pretty sure had been in her lab since the first year. She could definitely wait this one out. About ten seconds later, General Landry poked his head through the door.
"Sir?" Sam asked.
More silence on the line, then, "How did you know?" Jack asked, puzzled, just as Landry asked, "Is that Jack?"
Sam said, reluctantly, "Yes, sir."
Landry nodded. "You have my permission to kick his ass if he gives you too much trouble."
Sam smiled.
"I heard that."
"Thank you, sir."
Landry just nodded and headed back down the hallway.
"You know, I remember you used to call me that."
"Uh huh."
"That was before you were dead, though."
"Ah, the good old days." Sam tossed the old doohickey into a bin behind her desk. She wasn't sure why, but she felt much better just getting it off her desk.
"God, I miss going off-world."
She considered the statement for a moment. She knew exactly what he meant. "It was Cam's fault."
“Of course it was.”
