Twelve Years Later:
The crack of the training staffs echoed through the metal room as nineteen-year-old Grace effectively blocked the offensive blow that Teal'c had given her. She practically flew around him as she took her own offensive strike. With a swift move, she swept his legs from beneath him, and took a swing. He blocked it, but still the training staff was only an inch from his face.
"Okay, okay," Mitchell laughed. "Let up, Carter. Give Teal'c a little space."
Instantly, Grace let up on the pressure she was exerting, and stepped back. She offered him a hand up, and he took it.
"You have fought well, Grace Carter." He said, nodding respectfully, upon standing.
"Really?" She asked with a childlike grin that was identical to her mother's.
"Indeed." He said, seriously.
"Yeah, you did what I've been trying to do for years!" Mitchell said, seriously.
"Oh?" She asked, looking over at him.
"Yeah. You beat him."
She blushed. "I wouldn't go so far as to say..."
"It is true." Teal'c said, seriously.
"Well, it's just simple physics. If you use a little velocity and a little inertia, then it doesn't matter if you're bigger or stronger." She said, seriously.
"You sound more like your mother everyday." Mitchell said, shaking his head.
Grace chuckled. "Thank you."
She reached for one of the towels a few feet away. "Well, I'm going to hit the locker room." She said, wiping her face and her arms. "Then, I'm going to read a little of the Asgard database."
"Isn't Jackson going to be in there?"
"No." She said, shaking her head. "Daniel's treating Vala to an anniversary dinner tonight. He won't be in there today, so I offered to help translate."
"Enjoy yourself."
"I will, Teal'c. Don't worry." She said as she left.
Mitchell joined Teal'c as they watched her leave.
"You know, everyday, she sounds more and more like O'Neill."
"Indeed." Teal'c said, nodding.
