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abyssinia4077. It's your birthday. And people are, of course, gushing. Can you blame them? You're awesome, sweet, generous, talented, and cool. That's right. Cool.
Anyway, I wrote you "P is for P-90." I urge you to go to the real birthday post: Defining Sam from A to Z and read all the letters--great minds obviously think alike, andsg_fignewton was also definitely paying attention on this one.
I totally can't do math, which is why my "300 words" is closer to 500. I hope you don't mind, though. :-) I also whump Daniel, which is getting to be a habit. But he whumps so nicely!
On good days, it's like an extension of her body. She doesn't even think about the connection, simply raises her arm and feels its solid weight just there.
PSX-224 is Sam's idea of paradise. Broad, rolling hills stretch in all directions, a hint of woodlands to the south, and some mountains to the east, but they are only a distant smudge on the horizon. There is no way SG-1 would normally take the time to explore what looks like a completely uninhabited planet, but the UAV returned two anomalous energy readings Sam thought they should check out.
Something has had Teal'c on edge, and even though she can't see anything warranting his suspicion, Sam keeps one eye on her surroundings at all times, one hand holding the electronic sensor and one hand wrapped around her P-90.
Her attention pays off. They don't see the Jaffa coming; neither are they caught entirely by surprise. Sam's first shot takes out the Jaffa just before he fires his staff weapon--a flick of her finger and a squeeze of the trigger--and then they are running for the 'gate as fast as their legs will carry them.
They make it.
She knows there are legends of weapons with their own wills, magical swords that wait for the chosen bearer to stumble across them, but it's difficult to be romantic about a mass-produced machine. Besides, she's always believed in making her own destiny.
Sam leans over Daniel, putting pressure on his leg, a mess of charred and damaged tissue under the bandages.
It's pouring outside their cave, which helps cover the sound of their breathing, of Daniel's gasps as he hovers just this side of unconscious. Outside, Sam can still hear the Jaffa calling to each other as they search for them.
Jack and Teal'c keep a wary eye out the opening--this place is pretty well hidden, but there's no guarantee the Jaffa won't somehow spot it. And there's no other way out. They have no other choice but to wait, hope the Jaffa get bored and leave sooner rather than later.
Her finger had slipped.
If she'd made her shot, they might have made the 'gate in front of the next patrol of Jaffa. Her finger had slipped over the safety--just for a split second--but it had cost them the element of surprise. They'd been spotted, and Daniel had been the one in the way.
She just hopes he'll make it.
abyssinia4077. It's your birthday. And people are, of course, gushing. Can you blame them? You're awesome, sweet, generous, talented, and cool. That's right. Cool.Anyway, I wrote you "P is for P-90." I urge you to go to the real birthday post: Defining Sam from A to Z and read all the letters--great minds obviously think alike, and
sg_fignewton was also definitely paying attention on this one.I totally can't do math, which is why my "300 words" is closer to 500. I hope you don't mind, though. :-) I also whump Daniel, which is getting to be a habit. But he whumps so nicely!
On good days, it's like an extension of her body. She doesn't even think about the connection, simply raises her arm and feels its solid weight just there.
PSX-224 is Sam's idea of paradise. Broad, rolling hills stretch in all directions, a hint of woodlands to the south, and some mountains to the east, but they are only a distant smudge on the horizon. There is no way SG-1 would normally take the time to explore what looks like a completely uninhabited planet, but the UAV returned two anomalous energy readings Sam thought they should check out.
Something has had Teal'c on edge, and even though she can't see anything warranting his suspicion, Sam keeps one eye on her surroundings at all times, one hand holding the electronic sensor and one hand wrapped around her P-90.
Her attention pays off. They don't see the Jaffa coming; neither are they caught entirely by surprise. Sam's first shot takes out the Jaffa just before he fires his staff weapon--a flick of her finger and a squeeze of the trigger--and then they are running for the 'gate as fast as their legs will carry them.
They make it.
She knows there are legends of weapons with their own wills, magical swords that wait for the chosen bearer to stumble across them, but it's difficult to be romantic about a mass-produced machine. Besides, she's always believed in making her own destiny.
Sam leans over Daniel, putting pressure on his leg, a mess of charred and damaged tissue under the bandages.
It's pouring outside their cave, which helps cover the sound of their breathing, of Daniel's gasps as he hovers just this side of unconscious. Outside, Sam can still hear the Jaffa calling to each other as they search for them.
Jack and Teal'c keep a wary eye out the opening--this place is pretty well hidden, but there's no guarantee the Jaffa won't somehow spot it. And there's no other way out. They have no other choice but to wait, hope the Jaffa get bored and leave sooner rather than later.
Her finger had slipped.
If she'd made her shot, they might have made the 'gate in front of the next patrol of Jaffa. Her finger had slipped over the safety--just for a split second--but it had cost them the element of surprise. They'd been spotted, and Daniel had been the one in the way.
She just hopes he'll make it.
