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For those of us, (S&J shippers), who may think, 'oh for goodness sake stop teasing and get on with it.'
Taking the bull by the horns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene is set. Carter's lab, thing ma jigs and whoosiwatsits are on a bench, along with doohickeys, gadgets and gizmos blinking and whirring.
Of course the gadgets and gizmos are all but forgotten by our blonde haired blue eyes scientist, because it just so happens a certain, shall we say, 'debonair', tall dark and handsome Colonel has entered into the lair of science.
No ask yourself a question, is it to seek out some information of his second in command. Is it to seek refuge from a certain loveable archaeologist or huggable Jaffa? Is it to seek a companion to join him in the commissary? Those of you nodding your heads obviously have missed a certain point. Hello of course it is not for the above points.
You see it's a kind of dance, if you will, that they perform. Yes in order to keep us entertained. And usually has us thinking will they wont they, and indeed, has us almost to a point of jumping up and down yelling, FINALLY, only to not actually let us explode with happiness that our shippy dreams have come true.
Major Sam Carter and Colonel Jack O'Neill are very, VERY, good at the dance.
BUT
They have pushed myself and certain other shippers one-dance step too far. That's it, I'm drawing the line. This needs divine intervention. Thus, this shipper, and I know there are others like me out there, has decided to take it upon herself to confront the two about it. No ifs or buts. I'm going in. And nobody can stop me. ('cept maybe if that loveable archaeologist happens to appear mid my personal briefing with the pair, then I expect someone else to drop in and take over while I go... excavate)
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Ok I didn't say it would be easy. It's taken me a few days to figure out the dynamics of such a situation. But I have succeeded where others have succeeded before and where others will follow in my footsteps. I do recall having succeeded in taking such drastic measures before, but they always seem like dream like situations when I look back on them. Anyway, here I go. Wish me luck.
Yup it worked, I have two very confused people staring at me, or through me but seeing me at the same time. It takes a little while to adjust, to explain when you actually jump dimension in order to speak to muses, characters etc, you kind of morph between the dimensions for a few minutes. It's still a little weird for the people you're jumping into conversation with. Anyway their confusion doesn't seem to be going anywhere at the moment.
Aww sweet, Jack O'Neill is so cute when he's clueless. Sam has that, 'I should know what's going on but truly I have no idea' face.
I just realised, how on earth am I going to explain this?
Eureka! 'Course this line of thinking means I have to will the loveable archaeologist to stay away from the lab. The Jaffa can turn up if he wants to. He's so... tall! And those muscles, definitely worth measuring, for statistic purposes only.
"Um Hello"
Wow, this is so much cooler than all the other times, if indeed they were real and not dreams.
"Hi Jack, wassup?"
It's an honest question, one, which doesn't need to many brain cells to answer. So why is it he looks even more confused than usual?
Uh Oh?! Oh it's ok; I had a thought there for a moment. I may have appeared here naked. May have been that Eureka thought. But no thankfully, my dignity is saved!
SO he's confused that the vision is talking to him. Oh PuhLease, worse things have happened in the SGC. Funny, I can't think of any at the moment.
I'll try Carter.
Nope, no luck there neither. Although she is edging closer to Jack. Wow there's a surprise, any excuse. And she is reaching for the telephone at the same time. Time for some intervention. Quick thinking, quick talking. I wont be here for long.
"Please don't call anyone to come here, I just need to speak to both of you for a few minutes"
"You know us" well at least she found some words.
The word Duh comes to mind. They truly have no idea.
"Uh yes, Sam I know both of you"
"And you are?"
Hmm, this could be tricky.
"Lou"
"Lou?" Finally Jacks caught up as well.
"Yes"
"As in?" God sarcasm can be so attractive, especially with the blasé wave of the hand like he does it.
"As in L O U, Lou. Short for... something longer."
"And your from" You can tell they've worked for years, one asks one question the other the other. It's like twenty questions. Each of them taking turns and then boom, they will finally come up with an answer. Aww sweet.
Ok Lou, focus.
"Isn't Lou a boys name." Intervenes Jack.
Do you think my frown will put that idea to rest?
"No it's not a boys name, like I said it's short for something else. And I'm an Ancient"
Oh yes people I went there. And I'm digging a deeper hole as we speak. Hey they cant prove I'm not, I know things, I see things. I can do things. Just please don't ask me to read anything Ancient cause then I'm screwed, I missed that episode, I will be so out of here.
"You're an ancient?"
Ok she has that look. It's the 'Are you for real?' look. We've seen it before, it doesn't appear often but it's there. And now it has arisen. It's the equivalent of the angled degree arch of Tealc's eyebrow when he learnt earth's lovemaking customs. From Jack. Oh yeah, I bet your eyebrows are doing the same now.
"Okay" gee the sarcasm is flowing, still cute but a tad irritating. And with it a sort of stride to head for the doorway as he says it. No no no no no.
Ok so I ran, across the small lab, to the door and barred it. With a really tall, black ops Colonel insistent on leaving. Am I mad? Ok think Ancient? Or just bat your eyes. Nah that won't work, they aren't blue and you're not blonde, and you haven't worked with him for seven years. Ah my reason for appearing here. Focus.
"Jack, I need to speak to both of you, about something very important. It's imperative that I speak to you"
Imperative, isn't that Trek talk? Well it doesn't look like he really cares either way.
"Please, this is about your future. Both your futures"
Oh My God, I'm going all 'serious'. Arghh, I hope it doesn't last. But hey I used my best ancient voice! And it seems to be working.
"I saw that"
"Saw What" ok now he is backing off, and they're both looking a little sheepish. But at least I have them in the room.
"The quick eye flash thing you do"
"Huh?"
"Don't play coy with me. Hello. We know about the eye flash, the looks the glances, the far away thoughts."
"Who knows?"
OK did he miss a part of this conversation? I'm looking to Sam now, who seems to be partially following along.
"The 'ancients' Sir"
Did she just invert us? I say us, you fellow shippers get to be Ancients with me in case something goes wrong and I need backup. Perhaps the question needs to be vocally asked.
"Ancients?" Yes I inverted. And folded my arms. And I have my question face on. And the woman is hard to stare at. Gee's she can be downright scary. Too many missions with Jack O'Neill, home and away. I will not avert my eyes; I will not avert my eyes.
"Well you don't look like the average Ancient."
Well Exc-use me. Hmm at least we are getting somewhere. No inverts this time.
"Well you probably would have said the same thing about Daniel a year or so ago. Even Jack for that matter, even Daniel said that could have been possible."
Oh yeah, I'm winning, I'm winning. Hehe, she looks almost surprised, even, not shocked, just... Unbelief that's it. Yeah I never saw it happening either. Imagine the hell in the ancient verse if Jack O'Neill ever got ascended!
"Uh ladies"
"Please could you sit, for like only a few minutes, I promise I won't keep you for long"
"Are you sure you're..."
"Please. It won't matter anyway. Five minutes... or so, and I'll be gone. And you two can get back to all the sexual tension and goo goo eyes you do so well"
Oh yeah, they look slightly embarrassed, a little miffed. Totally trying to pretend they have no idea what I'm talking about. They sit, near to each other, perfect. I take it upon myself to sit on the lab bench. I need the height to give me a more empowered look. I don't think it's working. I still don't think they are buying my story. Nevertheless, like I said, I wont be here long.
"Actually that's why I'm here"
For those of us, (S&J shippers), who may think, 'oh for goodness sake stop teasing and get on with it.'
Taking the bull by the horns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene is set. Carter's lab, thing ma jigs and whoosiwatsits are on a bench, along with doohickeys, gadgets and gizmos blinking and whirring.
Of course the gadgets and gizmos are all but forgotten by our blonde haired blue eyes scientist, because it just so happens a certain, shall we say, 'debonair', tall dark and handsome Colonel has entered into the lair of science.
No ask yourself a question, is it to seek out some information of his second in command. Is it to seek refuge from a certain loveable archaeologist or huggable Jaffa? Is it to seek a companion to join him in the commissary? Those of you nodding your heads obviously have missed a certain point. Hello of course it is not for the above points.
You see it's a kind of dance, if you will, that they perform. Yes in order to keep us entertained. And usually has us thinking will they wont they, and indeed, has us almost to a point of jumping up and down yelling, FINALLY, only to not actually let us explode with happiness that our shippy dreams have come true.
Major Sam Carter and Colonel Jack O'Neill are very, VERY, good at the dance.
BUT
They have pushed myself and certain other shippers one-dance step too far. That's it, I'm drawing the line. This needs divine intervention. Thus, this shipper, and I know there are others like me out there, has decided to take it upon herself to confront the two about it. No ifs or buts. I'm going in. And nobody can stop me. ('cept maybe if that loveable archaeologist happens to appear mid my personal briefing with the pair, then I expect someone else to drop in and take over while I go... excavate)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok I didn't say it would be easy. It's taken me a few days to figure out the dynamics of such a situation. But I have succeeded where others have succeeded before and where others will follow in my footsteps. I do recall having succeeded in taking such drastic measures before, but they always seem like dream like situations when I look back on them. Anyway, here I go. Wish me luck.
Yup it worked, I have two very confused people staring at me, or through me but seeing me at the same time. It takes a little while to adjust, to explain when you actually jump dimension in order to speak to muses, characters etc, you kind of morph between the dimensions for a few minutes. It's still a little weird for the people you're jumping into conversation with. Anyway their confusion doesn't seem to be going anywhere at the moment.
Aww sweet, Jack O'Neill is so cute when he's clueless. Sam has that, 'I should know what's going on but truly I have no idea' face.
I just realised, how on earth am I going to explain this?
Eureka! 'Course this line of thinking means I have to will the loveable archaeologist to stay away from the lab. The Jaffa can turn up if he wants to. He's so... tall! And those muscles, definitely worth measuring, for statistic purposes only.
"Um Hello"
Wow, this is so much cooler than all the other times, if indeed they were real and not dreams.
"Hi Jack, wassup?"
It's an honest question, one, which doesn't need to many brain cells to answer. So why is it he looks even more confused than usual?
Uh Oh?! Oh it's ok; I had a thought there for a moment. I may have appeared here naked. May have been that Eureka thought. But no thankfully, my dignity is saved!
SO he's confused that the vision is talking to him. Oh PuhLease, worse things have happened in the SGC. Funny, I can't think of any at the moment.
I'll try Carter.
Nope, no luck there neither. Although she is edging closer to Jack. Wow there's a surprise, any excuse. And she is reaching for the telephone at the same time. Time for some intervention. Quick thinking, quick talking. I wont be here for long.
"Please don't call anyone to come here, I just need to speak to both of you for a few minutes"
"You know us" well at least she found some words.
The word Duh comes to mind. They truly have no idea.
"Uh yes, Sam I know both of you"
"And you are?"
Hmm, this could be tricky.
"Lou"
"Lou?" Finally Jacks caught up as well.
"Yes"
"As in?" God sarcasm can be so attractive, especially with the blasé wave of the hand like he does it.
"As in L O U, Lou. Short for... something longer."
"And your from" You can tell they've worked for years, one asks one question the other the other. It's like twenty questions. Each of them taking turns and then boom, they will finally come up with an answer. Aww sweet.
Ok Lou, focus.
"Isn't Lou a boys name." Intervenes Jack.
Do you think my frown will put that idea to rest?
"No it's not a boys name, like I said it's short for something else. And I'm an Ancient"
Oh yes people I went there. And I'm digging a deeper hole as we speak. Hey they cant prove I'm not, I know things, I see things. I can do things. Just please don't ask me to read anything Ancient cause then I'm screwed, I missed that episode, I will be so out of here.
"You're an ancient?"
Ok she has that look. It's the 'Are you for real?' look. We've seen it before, it doesn't appear often but it's there. And now it has arisen. It's the equivalent of the angled degree arch of Tealc's eyebrow when he learnt earth's lovemaking customs. From Jack. Oh yeah, I bet your eyebrows are doing the same now.
"Okay" gee the sarcasm is flowing, still cute but a tad irritating. And with it a sort of stride to head for the doorway as he says it. No no no no no.
Ok so I ran, across the small lab, to the door and barred it. With a really tall, black ops Colonel insistent on leaving. Am I mad? Ok think Ancient? Or just bat your eyes. Nah that won't work, they aren't blue and you're not blonde, and you haven't worked with him for seven years. Ah my reason for appearing here. Focus.
"Jack, I need to speak to both of you, about something very important. It's imperative that I speak to you"
Imperative, isn't that Trek talk? Well it doesn't look like he really cares either way.
"Please, this is about your future. Both your futures"
Oh My God, I'm going all 'serious'. Arghh, I hope it doesn't last. But hey I used my best ancient voice! And it seems to be working.
"I saw that"
"Saw What" ok now he is backing off, and they're both looking a little sheepish. But at least I have them in the room.
"The quick eye flash thing you do"
"Huh?"
"Don't play coy with me. Hello. We know about the eye flash, the looks the glances, the far away thoughts."
"Who knows?"
OK did he miss a part of this conversation? I'm looking to Sam now, who seems to be partially following along.
"The 'ancients' Sir"
Did she just invert us? I say us, you fellow shippers get to be Ancients with me in case something goes wrong and I need backup. Perhaps the question needs to be vocally asked.
"Ancients?" Yes I inverted. And folded my arms. And I have my question face on. And the woman is hard to stare at. Gee's she can be downright scary. Too many missions with Jack O'Neill, home and away. I will not avert my eyes; I will not avert my eyes.
"Well you don't look like the average Ancient."
Well Exc-use me. Hmm at least we are getting somewhere. No inverts this time.
"Well you probably would have said the same thing about Daniel a year or so ago. Even Jack for that matter, even Daniel said that could have been possible."
Oh yeah, I'm winning, I'm winning. Hehe, she looks almost surprised, even, not shocked, just... Unbelief that's it. Yeah I never saw it happening either. Imagine the hell in the ancient verse if Jack O'Neill ever got ascended!
"Uh ladies"
"Please could you sit, for like only a few minutes, I promise I won't keep you for long"
"Are you sure you're..."
"Please. It won't matter anyway. Five minutes... or so, and I'll be gone. And you two can get back to all the sexual tension and goo goo eyes you do so well"
Oh yeah, they look slightly embarrassed, a little miffed. Totally trying to pretend they have no idea what I'm talking about. They sit, near to each other, perfect. I take it upon myself to sit on the lab bench. I need the height to give me a more empowered look. I don't think it's working. I still don't think they are buying my story. Nevertheless, like I said, I wont be here long.
"Actually that's why I'm here"