Inner Evil by Jolinar @ Carter
Samantha Carter aimed her hand device at the Jaffa surrounding her team and fired it at them. A beam of orange light shot out and knocked them down. "Duck!" She warned her team mates, before turning all the way around, firing her hand device at all of the Jaffa.
"Good job Carter," O'Neill smiled, patting her on the shoulder. He moved his hand and removed all the dust from his clothes.
"Nothing sir," She sighed.
"Hardly nothing Carter. You saved us from over fifteen snakes," He grinned. "Bar, tonight, Earth. I'm buying."
"It's okay sir. Really. Thanks," Sam said, quickly pulling the device from her hand and carelessly throwing it in to her pack. She went in to her tent and before zipping the door, mumbled a "good night."
Jonas sipped his coffee slowly, staring at the flickering amber flames, fighting back the dark. He and Teal'C stopped and directed their attention to Sam's tent.
"Teal'C?" O'Neill frowned.
"I heard...crying," Jonas replied with a deep look of concern.
"I wonder what's wrong with her," O'Neill thought.
"Perhaps someone should determine if she is alright." Teal'C stated, looking at Jack.
"I don't do the touchy feely stuff well," Jack replied, hoping Jonas would go. He was more in touch with the feminine population than Jack.
"I find that hard to believe Colonel, especially when it's Sam." Jonas grinned.
"Watch it, Quinn. Okay. But if it's that time again already, you guys are on your own. I plan to be very far away." He warned, heading towards her tent. He knocked on the top but there was no reply, so he unzipped it and went in. He sat down beside her and her blonde head popped up from under the quilt. She wiped her eyes.
"Hi," O'Neill said simply.
"Hi," She sniffed.
"What's wrong?" O'Neill asked, offering a piece of kitchen roll.
She took it and wiped her face. There was a silent pause and then she answered. "I just hate it."
"Hate what?" O'Neill wondered, sitting back a bit.
"I hate that," She said, staring at the hand device laid out in front of her.
"Why?"
"Did you see how hard and fast I hit those Jaffa with it? It's controlled by emotion and thought, and want. I had the want, and that terrifies me. I'm evil, just like them. I had the want to end not just one life but fifteen. And I didn't hesitate." She cried. Jack finally understood and put an arm around her.
"Sam, you are not evil. You killed the bad guys. You think they'd have hesitated to kill you? They wouldn't. You did it to save the good guys. To save yourself and your team. That doesn't make you evil, it makes you a hero. It makes you...you. You are the kindest most caring person I know. Evil? That's not you."
Samantha Carter aimed her hand device at the Jaffa surrounding her team and fired it at them. A beam of orange light shot out and knocked them down. "Duck!" She warned her team mates, before turning all the way around, firing her hand device at all of the Jaffa.
"Good job Carter," O'Neill smiled, patting her on the shoulder. He moved his hand and removed all the dust from his clothes.
"Nothing sir," She sighed.
"Hardly nothing Carter. You saved us from over fifteen snakes," He grinned. "Bar, tonight, Earth. I'm buying."
"It's okay sir. Really. Thanks," Sam said, quickly pulling the device from her hand and carelessly throwing it in to her pack. She went in to her tent and before zipping the door, mumbled a "good night."
Jonas sipped his coffee slowly, staring at the flickering amber flames, fighting back the dark. He and Teal'C stopped and directed their attention to Sam's tent.
"Teal'C?" O'Neill frowned.
"I heard...crying," Jonas replied with a deep look of concern.
"I wonder what's wrong with her," O'Neill thought.
"Perhaps someone should determine if she is alright." Teal'C stated, looking at Jack.
"I don't do the touchy feely stuff well," Jack replied, hoping Jonas would go. He was more in touch with the feminine population than Jack.
"I find that hard to believe Colonel, especially when it's Sam." Jonas grinned.
"Watch it, Quinn. Okay. But if it's that time again already, you guys are on your own. I plan to be very far away." He warned, heading towards her tent. He knocked on the top but there was no reply, so he unzipped it and went in. He sat down beside her and her blonde head popped up from under the quilt. She wiped her eyes.
"Hi," O'Neill said simply.
"Hi," She sniffed.
"What's wrong?" O'Neill asked, offering a piece of kitchen roll.
She took it and wiped her face. There was a silent pause and then she answered. "I just hate it."
"Hate what?" O'Neill wondered, sitting back a bit.
"I hate that," She said, staring at the hand device laid out in front of her.
"Why?"
"Did you see how hard and fast I hit those Jaffa with it? It's controlled by emotion and thought, and want. I had the want, and that terrifies me. I'm evil, just like them. I had the want to end not just one life but fifteen. And I didn't hesitate." She cried. Jack finally understood and put an arm around her.
"Sam, you are not evil. You killed the bad guys. You think they'd have hesitated to kill you? They wouldn't. You did it to save the good guys. To save yourself and your team. That doesn't make you evil, it makes you a hero. It makes you...you. You are the kindest most caring person I know. Evil? That's not you."