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In response to some on the Samanda thread (Gateworld) wondering how it was Sam knew that millipedes made Jack squeal.
A Bug A Day
It was childish she knew. A woman of her age and experience, a major in the USAF, should not even be considering such a childish prank.
But Jack - the colonel, Sam sternly reminded herself - had been particularly annoying that day. So what if SG-1 had pulled another 'boring' mineral survey this rotation? It wasn't Sam's fault. There was no reason for the colonel in question to spend the wholeday glaring at her and muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'geek guard duty'. Sam was an astrophysicist for pity's sake! It wasn't as if she liked spending her day grubbing around in the dirt while her team mates whined like three year olds.
Besides. It was just one little bug. All soft and squishy, almost exactly like a millipede except for the bright purple hue. He probably wouldn't even notice. And for yet again sticking her and Daniel with setting up camp while he and Teal'c 'patrolled the area', he definitely had it coming.
Two hours later and the sun had well and truly set in a spectacular blaze of colour. The teams companionable chatter had died down, along with the fire that now glowed softly. Adding a few more sticks, Daniel announced he was going to take a walk then turn in. Teal'c nodded.
'I will accompany you Daniel Jackson.'
Watching the two men melt into the night O'Neill turned to Sam.
'Well Carter, looks like you drew first watch. I'll be out in a few hours to relieve you.'
Nodding to her CO as he turned and headed for one of the two tents she had set up earlier, Sam lazily fed a few more twigs into the flames. Not two seconds later the peaceful silence was shattered by a strange cry. Sam jumped to her feet, and P-90 in hand rocketed towards the tent into which her CO had disappeared and the noise had originated.
Oh. Sam tried to hold the laughter in. Really she did. But she couldn't help but shake with the effort of holding in her mirth at the sight of her fearless CO waving his gun at the small millipede-like creature she'd left sitting on his pack a few hours ago.
'Damn space bugs!'
Realizing he had an audience, Jack suddenly stood still, drawing himself up in an attempt to look dignified.
'Come to help me with my little guest Carter?'
'I'm sorry Sir, I heard you...squeal...' the corner of her mouth quirked up ' and thought I should...'
'I didn't squeal Major.'
'No Sir, of course not.'
'I was surprised, that's all. Space bug.'
Eyeing her warily he continued. 'At least I didn't snort...nice pipes Carter.'
'I did not!...Sir.'
Whoops. Nothing like a bit of insubordination to help a girl sober up, thought Sam
'Yes, well...' Jack was saying, 'What do you say we keep this little...incident...to ourselves?
'Yes Sir'
'Good.' Sam turned to leave.
'Carter.'
She turned back to see the colonel still waving his gun towards the creature.
'Space bug.'
Quickly Sam moved to scoop up the bug in her hand, repressing a smile at the colonels shudder.
Travel through the Stargate: very cool.
Picking up alien bugs: gross, but all in a days work.
Hearing Colonel Jack O'Neill squeal like a schoolgirl: priceless.