Fallen
"Sir, I have been over and over these reports and there is no point in us going back to P3X-721" Samantha Carter stood in her General's office, looking incredibly stressed. She had one arm pushed against the doorway, and the other clung onto her mission report from the last trip to P4F-023. The general looked up from the last mission report that had been thrown onto his desk.
"Major, I can understand your disapproval, but Dr. Jackson has the theory about the Carhaylian civilisation, and the SCG needs all the information that we can muster from this group of people"
"But Sir" Sam started.
"No buts Major, we need this, and this is the last word." He looked up at her sternly, then looked back at his desk.
"Dismissed" He added.
Sam walked out Hammond's office with an incredibly hateful look plastered across her normally happy face. As she started to walk down the stairs, she mumbled to herself.
"Damn P3X-721, stupid civilisation, there is nothing there, its all empty. The whole place is a Shi-" She never got to finish her sentence before she walked straight in Colonel O'Neill, her CO.
"Whoa Carter" he held up his hands to let her pass. She took a look at him, and then walked back to her lab, cursing under her breath about anything and anyone who crossed her path.
With a shake of his head O'Neill watched her leave, slamming every possible door behind her before the sound was gone.
"This cant be good". He jogged up the rest of the stairs, making his way to Generals Hammond's door.
"General"
"Ah, come in Colonel." The general put down the report and stood up. Jack walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs that were pushed under the front of the desk.
"General, Sir, What exactly did you tell Major Carter?" He asked, his eyebrows raised, waiting for the name that he knew would come up.
"I told her that you would be leaving for P3X- 721 in 24 hours" Jacks face fell. He would have smiled had this not been so serious.
"Ah, explains a lot" he murmured
"Pardon"
"Nothing, just remembered something"
"Is there a reason why Major Carter doesn't want to participate in this mission?"
"No" Jack said a little too quickly to be believable.
"Colonel?" He asked, a little more seriously.
"Ok, we, she had a run in with someone that, well she doesn't want to meet again" The General shook his head and grimaced.
"Can you try and knock some sense into her; she really can't let squabbles come between our work. This is a very serious matter. This will have to be resolved, or I cannot let her go"
"Will do sir" Jack stood up and walked to the door,
"And Colonel, keep her away from the source of the 'Problem'" he smiled then put her head back down and continued to read the briefing.
"Yes sir". He nodded and made his way back down the stairs.
"Now this will be a different Trip" He muttered, missing the last few steps as he walked down the corridor to her lab.
* * * * * * * * * * *
In her lab, Sam was sitting on the chair, pushed into the desk. Still murmuring to herself, screaming abuse at all those who were trying to make her go back to that god forsaken planet. With her pen to the page she was scribbling notes. Unusual to her unusually neat jottings, to the ones that she wrote when she was angry. They had big spidery lettering, with large underlining. Dotted around the piece of paper there were large pictures of water droplets and spiders webs, along with a couple of cars travelling on an uphill piece of road that went across the page of notes.
As she drew, there was a loud knock on the door, "Carter?" came a voice she had learned to recognise since there feud on the very first day she had started to work at sg-1. Now that was a long time ago. Lost in her own thoughts she sat, oblivious to his knocking.
When he knocked again louder, her thought bubble broke and she crashed back to reality with a loud and large sigh, followed by an almost scream as she scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the bin.
Watching her get angry, he almost turned away in a hurry to get back to the mess hall, when he stopped.
'Maybe I should talk to her now while she is slightly angry, than later when she is very angry'
As he contemplated, Sam was wielding the biro in her hand with the force of a broad sword. Jack swore he could see the tip of the pen almost glow red as she made the paper indecipherable. He summed up his courage and knocked on the door again. This time he was received with the pen flying at the door aimed at his face. When he ducked with instinct, he gulped.
"Rather a Goa'uld mother ship than her in a bad mood". He stood up and opened the door,
"Carter" He looked at her, cocking his head to one side like a curious dog as he summed up the situation and plucked up the courage to move closer.
"Carter, this is about P3X- 721 isn't it?"
With that she looked up at him from her aimless scrawl and started to cry.
"Carter?" He walked over to her and stood in front of her in the spare chair that sat next to her desk,
'Oh god, here comes the part when I have to turn on the O'Neill Charm. Charm, what am I on about, this is a woman's situation' he sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder,
"Its Ok, I can promise you it wont happen again, I swear"
She lent in to his holding her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she grabbed his jacket.
'In any other situation this could be enjoyable' he thought.
He placed a hand on her back and rubbed it gently. "Promise sir?" she asked between the sniffles
"Scouts honour" He held out his hand in the supposed Boy Scout promise.
"Well I guess that must be a genuine promise then" she smiled, pulling away she lent back against the arm of the chair.
"Just promise me, you will be on your best behaviour".
That remark made her smile as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Standing up, she ripped the piece of paper from her pad and dropped it in the bin.
"I have to go and see Janet. We leave in 24 hours, and I need my check up"
She pulled the chair out and stretched her arms. Jack watched and smiled at her.
'Damn, I'm getting good'
He watched her very carefully as she walked out, glaring at the soldiers as they walked past. Seeing Jack sitting in the chair near Carter's desk they smiled and pointed. Opening the door as they walked past one of them stuck his head through the door,
"Colonel, not meaning to be rude, but what did you do to make Major Carter so mad?"
"I have only made her mood better, If I hadn't, you'd be dead now" He smiled a false smile and walked from her lab past the soldiers and down towards the Mess hall to find Teal'c and Daniel for lunch.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Come in Sam" smiled Janet as she heard the knock on the door. Putting down the graph that she had just been given she turned to Sam,
"Oh, what's the matter, please god, not another one of O'Neill's jokes?" Sam smiled, then walked over to the examination table.
"No, unfortunately" she paused to think about what she had just said,
"You know what Janet, I never thought I would ever have to say that" She levered herself onto the table and rolled up a sleeve.
"Mission through the gate in 23 hours" she sighed,
"Where to this time?"
"P3X-721"
"Oh Sam,"
"Yeah. Exactly." Janet walked over to Sam and embraced her, lets hope that this time will be better yeah"
"Yeah, Colonel has Scout Promised that he will make sure it doesn't"
"Wow, scouts Honour. I didn't know he was a scout." She stopped to think,
"Never mind, I need all the normal stuff including a blood sample"
Sam winced, not another blood sample. She rolled up her sleeve and awaited the injection from the small women that had turned around to get the needle ready.
This next mission was going to be an interesting one....
**Out of Sight, Yet Never Out of Mind**
"Sir, I have been over and over these reports and there is no point in us going back to P3X-721" Samantha Carter stood in her General's office, looking incredibly stressed. She had one arm pushed against the doorway, and the other clung onto her mission report from the last trip to P4F-023. The general looked up from the last mission report that had been thrown onto his desk.
"Major, I can understand your disapproval, but Dr. Jackson has the theory about the Carhaylian civilisation, and the SCG needs all the information that we can muster from this group of people"
"But Sir" Sam started.
"No buts Major, we need this, and this is the last word." He looked up at her sternly, then looked back at his desk.
"Dismissed" He added.
Sam walked out Hammond's office with an incredibly hateful look plastered across her normally happy face. As she started to walk down the stairs, she mumbled to herself.
"Damn P3X-721, stupid civilisation, there is nothing there, its all empty. The whole place is a Shi-" She never got to finish her sentence before she walked straight in Colonel O'Neill, her CO.
"Whoa Carter" he held up his hands to let her pass. She took a look at him, and then walked back to her lab, cursing under her breath about anything and anyone who crossed her path.
With a shake of his head O'Neill watched her leave, slamming every possible door behind her before the sound was gone.
"This cant be good". He jogged up the rest of the stairs, making his way to Generals Hammond's door.
"General"
"Ah, come in Colonel." The general put down the report and stood up. Jack walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs that were pushed under the front of the desk.
"General, Sir, What exactly did you tell Major Carter?" He asked, his eyebrows raised, waiting for the name that he knew would come up.
"I told her that you would be leaving for P3X- 721 in 24 hours" Jacks face fell. He would have smiled had this not been so serious.
"Ah, explains a lot" he murmured
"Pardon"
"Nothing, just remembered something"
"Is there a reason why Major Carter doesn't want to participate in this mission?"
"No" Jack said a little too quickly to be believable.
"Colonel?" He asked, a little more seriously.
"Ok, we, she had a run in with someone that, well she doesn't want to meet again" The General shook his head and grimaced.
"Can you try and knock some sense into her; she really can't let squabbles come between our work. This is a very serious matter. This will have to be resolved, or I cannot let her go"
"Will do sir" Jack stood up and walked to the door,
"And Colonel, keep her away from the source of the 'Problem'" he smiled then put her head back down and continued to read the briefing.
"Yes sir". He nodded and made his way back down the stairs.
"Now this will be a different Trip" He muttered, missing the last few steps as he walked down the corridor to her lab.
* * * * * * * * * * *
In her lab, Sam was sitting on the chair, pushed into the desk. Still murmuring to herself, screaming abuse at all those who were trying to make her go back to that god forsaken planet. With her pen to the page she was scribbling notes. Unusual to her unusually neat jottings, to the ones that she wrote when she was angry. They had big spidery lettering, with large underlining. Dotted around the piece of paper there were large pictures of water droplets and spiders webs, along with a couple of cars travelling on an uphill piece of road that went across the page of notes.
As she drew, there was a loud knock on the door, "Carter?" came a voice she had learned to recognise since there feud on the very first day she had started to work at sg-1. Now that was a long time ago. Lost in her own thoughts she sat, oblivious to his knocking.
When he knocked again louder, her thought bubble broke and she crashed back to reality with a loud and large sigh, followed by an almost scream as she scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the bin.
Watching her get angry, he almost turned away in a hurry to get back to the mess hall, when he stopped.
'Maybe I should talk to her now while she is slightly angry, than later when she is very angry'
As he contemplated, Sam was wielding the biro in her hand with the force of a broad sword. Jack swore he could see the tip of the pen almost glow red as she made the paper indecipherable. He summed up his courage and knocked on the door again. This time he was received with the pen flying at the door aimed at his face. When he ducked with instinct, he gulped.
"Rather a Goa'uld mother ship than her in a bad mood". He stood up and opened the door,
"Carter" He looked at her, cocking his head to one side like a curious dog as he summed up the situation and plucked up the courage to move closer.
"Carter, this is about P3X- 721 isn't it?"
With that she looked up at him from her aimless scrawl and started to cry.
"Carter?" He walked over to her and stood in front of her in the spare chair that sat next to her desk,
'Oh god, here comes the part when I have to turn on the O'Neill Charm. Charm, what am I on about, this is a woman's situation' he sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder,
"Its Ok, I can promise you it wont happen again, I swear"
She lent in to his holding her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she grabbed his jacket.
'In any other situation this could be enjoyable' he thought.
He placed a hand on her back and rubbed it gently. "Promise sir?" she asked between the sniffles
"Scouts honour" He held out his hand in the supposed Boy Scout promise.
"Well I guess that must be a genuine promise then" she smiled, pulling away she lent back against the arm of the chair.
"Just promise me, you will be on your best behaviour".
That remark made her smile as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Standing up, she ripped the piece of paper from her pad and dropped it in the bin.
"I have to go and see Janet. We leave in 24 hours, and I need my check up"
She pulled the chair out and stretched her arms. Jack watched and smiled at her.
'Damn, I'm getting good'
He watched her very carefully as she walked out, glaring at the soldiers as they walked past. Seeing Jack sitting in the chair near Carter's desk they smiled and pointed. Opening the door as they walked past one of them stuck his head through the door,
"Colonel, not meaning to be rude, but what did you do to make Major Carter so mad?"
"I have only made her mood better, If I hadn't, you'd be dead now" He smiled a false smile and walked from her lab past the soldiers and down towards the Mess hall to find Teal'c and Daniel for lunch.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Come in Sam" smiled Janet as she heard the knock on the door. Putting down the graph that she had just been given she turned to Sam,
"Oh, what's the matter, please god, not another one of O'Neill's jokes?" Sam smiled, then walked over to the examination table.
"No, unfortunately" she paused to think about what she had just said,
"You know what Janet, I never thought I would ever have to say that" She levered herself onto the table and rolled up a sleeve.
"Mission through the gate in 23 hours" she sighed,
"Where to this time?"
"P3X-721"
"Oh Sam,"
"Yeah. Exactly." Janet walked over to Sam and embraced her, lets hope that this time will be better yeah"
"Yeah, Colonel has Scout Promised that he will make sure it doesn't"
"Wow, scouts Honour. I didn't know he was a scout." She stopped to think,
"Never mind, I need all the normal stuff including a blood sample"
Sam winced, not another blood sample. She rolled up her sleeve and awaited the injection from the small women that had turned around to get the needle ready.
This next mission was going to be an interesting one....
**Out of Sight, Yet Never Out of Mind**